Something inside of me switched. That shy timid girl, that trembling woman from only a couple minutes before, snapped. I pushed against Matteo, forcing him back in his seat.
A deep growl rumbled from his chest, his hands grazing down the length of my back.
Taking control for as long as I could, I lifted my dress to my hips. Keeping my mouth locked with his, I cupped his jaw, sliding my tongue in and out of his mouth.
Our breathing quickened. His fingers dug into the flesh of my rear. Matteo’s body hardened beneath me, growing to a point it sent a flutter of desire racing through me.
I wanted him. Every single throbbing inch. I wanted to feel the veiny ridge of his length thrusting into me. I wanted to hear him demanding me to give him the pleasure I knew he craved.
To be this close to someone. To open up that vulnerable piece of yourself took strength and courage. I would give him everything. All of me. But right now, I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way possible.
Running my hands down his chest, I pulled the shirt tails from his pants.
“Hmm…my beautiful girl wants something,” Matteo purred, brushing his mouth down the length of my jaw.
“I want you to fuck me. I need your control,” I pleaded, grinding into him.
He paused, holding me at arm’s length. “You think my control is the only thing that will make you feel better?” His voice was clipped, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
“What? No. I know you can make me feel better. I—”
“You want me to treat you like a slave, only allowing you orgasms when I see fit? You want me to treat you like a slut?”
“Matteo.” My brows narrowed, the desire I had for him simmering to a dull roar as his hurtful words hit home. “What’s your problem?”
His eyes moved back and forth before he looked down at his lap.
I followed his gaze. The heat from his thick erection, covered by his pants, melted into me.
“I’m sorry.” He pushed me onto the passenger seat.
“Am I spending the night?”
“Let’s get you inside,” he said, leaving the vehicle.
“Matteo,” I said softly, opening my door.
He pulled me to my feet, kissing my knuckles and guided us to his apartment building.
Something told me that I would be spending the night but not in the way either of us wanted.
Matteo
I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I liked being in control. I needed it on a deeper level. But Mae’s words, her desperate pleas for me to control her completely, triggered something inside of me. For her to say she only felt better once I got my grip on her registered a memory from long ago. A dark place in my life where nothing made sense. Nothing was as it seemed. Claws of fear gripped at my spine. A dark cloud of utter despair washed over me. I needed to control Mae but not in the way she thought.
“Matteo?” Mae’s small voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“Why do you want me to control you?” I blurted.
She stopped in her tracks, her back stiffening. “You know why.” She pushed open the door to the apartment building.
“No, I don’t.” I grabbed her hand, spinning her towards me.
“Matteo,” I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”
“I want to know why you feel that if I control you, it’ll make you feel better.” I pinched her chin, tilting her head and stared intently into her beautiful dark eyes. “I want to know what exactly happened with you and Andre. Why did we have to leave the restaurant?”
Mae’s eyes fluttered closed, her brows furrowing. “He was there.” Her breath hitched. “His son was one of the men who…who attacked me. He had forced his son to take part. Everything had happened so fast even though it was a lifetime ago. They tortured me at that club for weeks, giving me the awful tattoo at some point in between.”
“Fuck.”
“Please, Matteo. I don’t want any issues,” she pleaded. “He was only trying to scare me.”
“I don’t fucking care.” I pulled away from her, needing to catch my bearings. I had never liked the guy. Never fucking trusted him. But this… “I’ll make some calls. You’ll never have to worry about seeing him again.”
Mae opened her mouth to argue but let out a heavy sigh instead and nodded.
Smart girl. There was no way I would have anyone scare Marketa or threaten her in any way. I didn’t care