Matteo.
Valentina’s breath hitched, but the fire in her eyes had returned, burning brighter than before. “I’m not yours. I might be married to you, but that’s in name only. You belong to Isabella, or have you forgotten?”
Her voice was defiant, though it trembled slightly when she spoke.
“I haven’t forgotten anything.” I grazed my knuckles up her bare thigh, inch by inch until I got to the hem of her dress.
Her body grew taut, the heat emanating from her a wild temptation that sank into me and made me want to kiss those puckered lips again. To crush her mouth with mine and ruin her perfect lipstick once and for all.
To show everyone out there who she belonged to.
“If you want me to stop,” I murmured, nudging her knees apart with my leg. “All you have to do is say the word.”
Valentina opened her mouth, a cuss at the tip of her tongue most likely, but she bit it back as I traced a lazy circle onto her skin with my thumb. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson, the colour spreading down to her neck and chest.
“Say it,” I whispered, my fingers continuing their slow, torturous path along the inside of her thigh.
I could feel my cock straining painfully against the zipper on my pants, threatening to come out, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about my pleasure.
“Can you say it?”
She bit down harder on her bottom lip. Lust and defiance battled for dominance in her eyes. “We aren’t supposed to do this.” She said, her voice cracking with a mix of desire and frustration.
My fingers brushed against drenched cotton.
She grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my back when I slid her underwear aside and rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit.
She jerked. Small trembles ran through her as her teeth sank deeper into her lip.
“We aren’t supposed to do this, but here you are, dripping all over my hand.” I kept my thumb on her clit as I sank my a finger inside her. “What does that say about you?”
I slid a second finger, filling her. Stretching her. I was stroking and curling until I hit the most sensitive spot.
The trembles gave way to a full body shudder. Perspiration ran down her face, yet she remained stubbornly silent.
I wanted to know what was going on in that beautiful mind.
I wanted her to talk to me.
“Answer me, Tesoro.” I commanded, my voice hardened into steel.
Her eyes widened at the use of the name again, but still she shook her head.
“If you don’t want to say it, then I will.” I slowly withdrew both fingers then thrusted them inside her again. “It says you’re mine. No matter how much you fight it. No matter how much you deny it. You’re mine.”
“You’re in love with my sister.” She panted.
I let out a low laugh. “Your sister has nothing to do with our marriage.”
I pressed my thumb harder on her clit until a gasping moan filled the air. She bucked her waist against my hand, forcing me to go deeper.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice smooth as velvet. “Give into the temptation, Valentina. You know you want to. Let me feel you cum all over my hand.”
“Fuck you, Matteo.”
I let out a soft laugh. “That’s the general idea, Valentina.”
She was strong, I had to give her that. Stronger than most. Even as her body begged for release, she tried to hold back, refusing to give in fully. But there was no escaping it now. Her resolve was crumbling, and I could feel her slick heat coating my fingers as I worked her harder, my thumb relentless on her swollen clit.
Her little gasps and moans filled the air, mingling with the wet sounds of my fingers sliding in and out of her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her breath hitched as her climax neared. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, her body on the edge of shattering.
“Come for me, Valentina,” I whispered, my voice commanding, coaxing. “Let me feel you cum all over my hand.”
Her body arched off the desk, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she finally gave in, her orgasm ripping through her. Her juices coated my fingers, dripping down her thighs as she trembled beneath me, completely undone. I kept my fingers inside her, pressing my thumb harder against her clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until her body slumped against the desk, exhausted.
I resisted the temptation to touch my cock as that would ruin the moment. I focused on Valentina’s arousal – flushed face, parted lips, half lidded eyes.
It was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Make no mistake, Tesoro,” I grabbed her chin with my hand gently and tilted it up. “Continue the search for your sister, and you’ll end up with nothing because she left no trace.” I pulled her bottom lip down with my thumb, letting her taste her own arousal. “But make no mistake, my earlier objective still stands.”
Her eyes widened slightly at the weight of my words, but I could see the fire returning to them.
“Isabella will watch as I break you,” I said, my voice soft but laced with a dark promise.
I leaned in, my lips grazing hers, teasing her with the kiss I knew she wanted but wouldn’t ask for. Not yet.