“Matteo.”
“Get in the back.” His eyes became dark as night, a shadow passing over his face.
At this point, I knew there was no sense in arguing. I crawled into the back as Matteo left the vehicle. He opened the door, taking off his jacket. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, the thick veins in his forearms protruded from the movements.
“On your stomach, pet.” His voice rough and gravelly, took on an edge that dared me to disobey.
Without any hesitation, I rolled onto my front.
The door closed and a warm body pressed against me. “You want to relieve me of this stress.”
“Yes,” I said, gripping the leather seat.
“You want to make me feel better.” Matteo’s hands roamed up my hips, pushing my dress to my waist.
“Yes,” I licked my lips. “Always.”
“How?” he asked, pulling my thong to my knees.
“By submitting. By connecting with you not only on a physical level, but a mental one as well.”
“Hmm…” he brushed his nose up the length of my neck. “What else?”
“By letting you control me,” I panted, pleasure for the man on top of me, seeping into the air I breathed.
“I already control you, sweet girl,” he purred, digging his fingers into the flesh of my rear. “But right now, my beast wants to come out and play.”
Mae
Matteo touched me like an artist stroking a brush across a blank canvas. We were perfect together, moving as one while our bodies stayed connected. Every second he was inside of me, it only brought me higher and higher to the precipice of exploding.
“I’d rather spend the night like this, making love to your delicious body.”
“Own me. Lose yourself inside of me, my love.”
Our words mixed as one, flowing together, becoming the air surrounding us.
He grunted, pushing deeper into me. “I can’t.”
“Matteo.”
“No,” he coughed. “I can’t. Not with you. Don’t make me lose myself. Please,” he pleaded.
“I —”
“No.” His fingers dug into my hip. “Stop. Talking,” he whispered, his hot breath searing across my skin. “I want you to be quiet.”
I bit my tongue to keep from crying out.
Matteo covered me completely, his hips slowly moving against my lower body. “I don’t like it when you demand things of me.”
“You demand things of me,” I retorted, not caring in the least that I spoke against his commands.
His body stiffened but soon relaxed a moment later. “I should be pissed that you defy me.”
“But you’re not,” I pointed out, linking our fingers.
“No. I’m fucking hard. So. Fucking. Hard. Marketa.” His body grew inside of me, swelling to the point all I felt was him. His hips stopped.
“What are you doing?” I asked, squirming beneath him.
“I’m memorizing you.” He brushed his nose along my nape, inhaling deep before turning me onto my back. With a gentle hand, he brushed it down the side of my face. “I’m confused. I want to stop. I know I should but I can’t. I need to lose myself but it scares me.” His body stiffened.
“Don’t stop, Sir. Please don’t stop.”
“I…fuck. I refuse to lose myself.” His pace quickened. “I can’t. Not even for you,” he whispered.
“I’m not asking for you to submit to me,” I reassured him, bracing myself for the true wrath of his beast.
“No?” he grabbed my rear, pulling me further under him. “You don’t want me to submit to you? You don’t want to be like Morgan and control me in every fucking way possible?”
“What? No! Of course not.” I cupped his face. “How could you even ask me that?”
“I don’t know.” He lowered his head into the crook of my neck. “I don’t fucking know.” His voice was muffled by my hair, deep and melodious. Captivating. “I trust you but then I get these thoughts, it’s like a battle in my head. One second I’m fine, loving you, and then the next moment I’m questioning everything.”
“I…” A lump formed in my throat at his true confession. I had no idea what to say.
“Tell me. Tell me you want to control me. You want to fuck with my head. You want me to believe that I am safe.”
“No. None of that is true. But you are safe with me. I promise you that.”
“I am?” he asked, his lips parting slightly.
My heart broke. I could feel it ripping in half. But I understood why he questioned me. He had never been safe. No one had helped him throughout the years. His conflicting emotions took a toll on him. “You are. You are safe, my love.”
“Say it again,” he pleaded, his