Aurora’s POV
“Huh? Make love? I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I replied with a raspy voice but that made him more aggressive and then his eyes turned a darker shade than usual.
I’d never seen Matteo like that before and for the first time, I was seeing the merciless side that everyone had whispered about. I might have liked it if he was in a better mood and in control of his temper, but now, it seemed like his demons had reined over his sense of reasoning.
“You won’t tell me what to do, Mamacita. I want to fvck you and that’s exactly what will happen right now.” He said brusquely, causing my eyes to turn misty.
I wasn’t ready for this at all, not with my health and my conflicting emotions.
His hand roved around my bare front and the other, tugging at my pussy which clenched in fear and slight anticipation. Though I was scared, my body betrayed me by yearning for more of his aggressive touch, but I wouldn’t have sex with him when he barely knew what was going on.
If he thought that I was one of his whores that he could maltreat whenever he had a bad day then he didn’t rate me at all.
That was what my mind screamed at me, yet I couldn’t push him away. My heart ached that he was having a breakdown in front of me. Surely, he couldn’t be this vulnerable with the whore in his club like he was with me. They weren’t allowed such privilege, lest, his enemies will use it against him.
“Matteo..” I whispered when he began to circle my nub, his breath fanning my nipples.
They puckered against his alluring lips and then he grabbed one of them with his mouth almost painfully causing me to moan.
How could something that scared me to my bones still bring me pleasure?
It was a puzzle I couldn’t dwell on because slowly, he was pulling me to another world with his tongue swirling around my areola, his fingers still circling around my wet nub.
Then he took his lips off my nipple and began to plant wet kisses under my breasts, sliding to the line between both breasts and straight down to my abdomen. I shut my eyes tightly when he reached my navel and his hands grabbed my ass from behind, grappling it like it was an expensive piece of jewelry to fight over.
A loud wince escaped my mouth when his lips touched the gun wound. He stilled, and every trace of anger and the zeal to dominate me disappeared then he became calm, regret and the realisation of what he nearly did dawned on him as he scrambled out of the bed and turned on the lights.
“Aurora?” He asked gruffly, his voice filled with apology.
I didn’t say anything to him as I pulled the covers over me once more because of how cold I felt. No! I didn’t want to see the remorse flickering in his eyes.
“I’m…” He hesitated as if he was picking his words carefully to avoid hurting me. “I’m so sorry, Aurora.” He said and my heart melted like chips of ice that were left under the sun.
Damn! I hated how he easily evoked such weak emotions from me. I used to be cold and nonchalant, nothing bothered me too much and I had no reason to be hurt. But now I cared too much and it was safe to say that it might be the death of me.
“You nearly hurt me, Matteo? What happened?”
He sank onto the bed and placed his hands on my thighs, the bloodstain on his shirt very visible under the lights. It should have looked all gross that he wanted to sleep with me with bloodstains on his shirt, but it didn’t.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” He snapped, his blunt refusal to explain what was going on felt like a stab to my heart.
“That hurts,” I confessed and lowered my lashes. “I think you should leave right now. I want to be left alone,”
He slanted a surprised look at me, his brows furrowed which showed that he didn’t expect such from me. But it was the truth and I wasn’t sure that I could keep up a nice conversation with him without feeling glints of hurt.
He didn’t reply, rather, he got up on his feet and dug his hands into the pocket of his pants.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” He said and planted a kiss on my forehead.
I stilled after he turned off the light and when I heard the sound of the door jam, I let out the tears which had been threatening to fall, sobbed quietly.
?
A delicious aroma of tiramisu and tea with scrambled eggs filled my nostrils. I pushed myself up from my sleeping position and rubbed my eyes, then stretched my limbs.
My eyes were fully open as I scanned the room for where the aroma emanated from, then I glanced at the other side of my bed and found a light wooden tray with chinawares, a tea cup and a glass tumbler of orange juice.
My heart swelled as I brought the tray closer to me. A small note was fixed by the side of the tea cup which had Matteo’s inscription at the back of it.
I’m sorry for last night. I hope you enjoy your breakfast.
I giggled as I read the note, happy that Matteo thought of doing something extraordinary for me. I dug into my food hungrily, remembering that I didn’t have a proper dinner because of how worked up I was.
For someone who had a surgery days ago, I craved almost everything but what was in front of me satisfied my craving.
I caught the sight of a black shopping bag at the crook of the bed and pushed the tray aside, wondering who had dropped it there. Crawling towards the gift, anticipation of what could be in the bag gnawed in my chest.
Curiosity didn’t allow me to take things slow as I brought out the item that was wrapped in a gift wrapper. I tore the wrapper into shreds and a soft silky dress fell to my thighs, with a note as well.
What the hell was going on?
Matteo was really sweet to have thought of doing everything he was doing this morning.
I spread the note open, my lips stretching in a smile. Then my eyes popped after reading the note.
Did he have something special planned for me?