I open my eyes to look into the warm depth of his dark gaze and raise my hand to cup his cheek. “I love you too.”
His eyes momentarily widen, deeper feelings pouring into his gaze, before a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Matteo leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine, and runs both his hands down my cheeks, lingering on my neck with the tips of his fingers.
“Promise that you’ll stay,” he whispers into my lips, and I lick them, feeling warmth spreading from the inside.
“Tonight?” “Forever.”
Oh. I swallow and pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, tracing his features with my gaze. He is so deep in my heart already. How
could I ever say no?
“I promise,” I murmur with a smile, sliding my hands behind his head, entwining my arms around his neck to pull him closer. “This is my home now.”
And the bright smile that immediately lights up his eyes is all the response that I need.
Without another word, Matteo moves forward, catching my lips in a kiss, and I respond to it without a second thought, closing my eyes and leaning back against the counter. He doesn’t hold back, deepening the kiss right away, claiming my lips all over again, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.
I moan softly into his lips and run my hands down his shoulders,. squeezing his arms with a primal urge to feel his whole body. The strength of his muscles, the pure power of his body, turns me on like a can of gasoline, and when he interrupts the kiss to trace his lips down my neck, I push my head back and moan his name into the silence of the kitchen.
Matteo, Matteo, Matteo.
I can’t think about anything else when his hands slide under my shirt, his lips reach my collar, and I tremble from the desire to have myself spread and powerless against him. I bite my lip, blindly leaning on the counter as Matteo pulls my body closer and makes me arch, and in a moment of weakness my arm slides further down the counter…
The loud clinking of the wine glass startles us both, and we instinctively pull closer to each other before the source of the sound becomes clear. I can’t help but breathe out in relief when I see the puddle of red wine spread across the white marble of the counter, and both Matteo
and I chuckle, watching the glass roll away from us before coming to a stop by the bottle.
“Damn, I thought someone decided to break into our house,” Matteo mutters, leaning closer and nuzzling the curve of my neck. “I was ready to grab the gun from under the table.”
“What?” I giggle, rubbing his back. “Do you have a gun here?”
“It never hurts to be extra cautious, especially when you’re a part of the Messina family.” He straightens up, looks at me, and puts both hands on my cheeks. “You’ll have to learn it too.”
I catch a silent question in his words, a hesitant reminder: this is how I live. Are you ready for it? But I only smile in return, putting my hands over his and squeezing in a soothing gesture. “I know. I’m ready for it.”
Matteo holds my gaze for a moment-before suddenly putting his hands on my hips and picking me up as if I weigh nothing. Oh my god! I let out a loud yelp of surprise, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist before happy laughter finds its way up my throat. Why does this feel so damn good?
“You should’ve warned me,” I say through my giggles, holding onto his neck.
I can feel Matteo’s hands slide under my thighs, grabbing my butt tighter than necessary, but I enjoy it. It makes me feel wanted, and
everything in my body resonates with the feeling, spreading the warmth of it under my skin.
“If I warned you, you wouldn’t make these cute noises.” He readjusts my body in his grip, almost making me bounce in his arms, and I grip him tighter, letting out a high-pitched noise under my breath.
“Fair enough. Where are you taking me?” “Oh, I believe you know that already.”
I chuckle and writhe in his grip, reveling in the heat of desire melting me from the inside. Of course, he takes me to his bedroom-or should I call it ours?
It takes some extra effort for us to walk past Dolce, who immediately jumps up on his feet and wags his tail in curiosity at the sight of our unusual procession, and close the door behind us as quietly as possible. But we still make it to the bed with a shared kiss lingering on our lips, and Matteo doesn’t give me a chance to come back to my senses.
He drops me on the bed, and while I’m still disoriented he lunges on top of me, pushing my whole body up the mattress to make some space for himself. God, is it really so easy for him to handle my weight? But it’s too hot for me to complain about it, so I just let him do whatever he pleases and revel in the pleasure it gives me.
“Turn around, baby.” It doesn’t take long for Matteo to use my pliancy-after a month together, he can read my body like an open book- and I follow the command without a second thought. “Good job. Get on your knees.”
I hum under my breath, closing my eyes to focus on the satisfaction in my body, and push myself up onto my knees. My chest remains pressed to the mattress, my hands fisting the sheets, and I feel so open and vulnerable with my butt up in the air-but at the same time, it does something to my mind.
It’s as if there were knots in my thoughts, invisible restraints keeping me tense and on edge. But as soon as I hand myself over to Matteo, I feel free-and it feels so fucking good.
“God, I missed this, baby,” he murmurs, and I hum, shivering from the touch of cool air on my heated skin.
I stay still while his hands pull down my jeans along with my panties and caress my thighs, sliding between my legs to tease me just
enough to make me tighten from the inside. I moan into the sheets, shutting my eyes tighter, and Matteo shushes me with a light slap.
“You don’t want Romeo to hear us, do you?” But he rubs me as he says it, pushing me to moan quietly through bitten lips-and he slaps me again, this time harder.
The momentary pain flashes through my body with a jolt of pressure, and I arch my back, instinctively asking for more. And Matteo gives it to me. He slaps me again with one hand, the other rubbing me, his fingers sliding inside of me, and the whole of me trembles from the
contrast.
I bite my lips harder to not let out the moans tearing my throat, and eventually Matteo stops the spanking and strokes my thighs instead. “Yes, like that, be a good girl for Daddy.”
“Yes,” I murmur mindlessly, feeling the mattress bend under his weight as he lines himself up behind me. “Yes, Daddy, yes, please-”
My words turn into a slur of pleas and whimpers as Matteo finally thrusts into me, and my whole body relaxes in the wave of pure ecstasy running through me. It’s been too long, too damn long. Satisfaction spreads under my skin, pushing me to arch under him and take him deeper, get as much as I can from every thrust that he gives me.
While my mind gets blurry and my body writhes and trembles from pleasure, Matteo keeps his pace steady as if to make it harder for me to stay quiet. His hands slide up and down my back until he grips the back of my neck with one hand, takes a hold of my hip with the other-and I become just a toy in his hold. He thrusts into me fiercely, tearing my lungs with moans and whimpers, but as soon as I let out a sound he lets go of my hip
and slaps me again.
“You have to be quiet, baby,” he murmurs in that low, husky voice that makes me lose every notion of self-control. “That’s the rule.”
He slows down as if to give me a chance to process his words, and I nod frantically. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He pats my side and slides himself out of me. “Roll on your back and raise your knees high, baby. Open yourself for Daddy.”
Oh god.
His words make something inside me curl in anticipation of orgasm, so I force myself to breathe out and do as told, rolling onto my back and getting my hands under my knees, pushing them toward my chest. It gives Matteo an open view of my throbbing self, and I tense up from the touch of cold air-but he strokes the inner side of my thigh, sending a wave of
warmth through me.
“You’re always such a good little slut for me,” he murmurs, and I moan under my breath, gripping my knees tighter. “Yes, yes, you are. God, baby, I love you so much.”
Oh. I blink, struggling to focus on his words, but Matteo doesn’t give me time to come back to my senses. He slides into me, thrusting deep inside to make me moan, and covers my mouth with his palm. Yes, god, yes. I pull his fingers into my mouth, squeezing them tighter with my lips and moaning, moaning, moaning again.
In my throes of pleasure, I don’t even realize when Matteo leans forward on his elbow to loom over me, but as soon as I feel his body pressed to mine I let go of my knees and clutch his back instead. I want him closer. I want him more. I want-I shut my eyes tighter, arching my back from another deep thrust. I want everything.
I don’t know how long we remain in bed, exhausting each other in the darkness of the night. I lose count of the minutes and positions we try until the second orgasm starts to tremble on the tips of my toes. Matteo’s labored breathing and taut muscles reveal his own approaching climax, but I know he’s waiting for me. He wants to give me all the pleasure he can, even if my body can barely handle it.
“Yes, baby, come on, do it for Daddy,” he whispers into my ear as I start to tremble and writhe under him. “I wanna come with you, baby, yes, like that, yes.”
His fingers keep rubbing me, his thrusts losing pace and steadiness, and as I squeeze him and bite back the scream of pleasure following my orgasm, Matteo shudders and pushes deeper, throbbing inside of me.
Goddamnit, it feels good.
I slump onto the bed, struggling to catch my breath, barely feeling my own body through the haze of euphoria. Matteo rolls onto his side, not sliding out of me, and I hum in satisfaction, following his arms and pushing closer. There’s something about feeling him inside and all around me that puts me into a primal state of peace and contentment.
“You are so good and obedient, baby. Thank you,” Matteo murmurs, pressing a kiss into my ear, and I giggle from the ticklish sensation and let out a satisfied sigh.
“You know I like it.” I turn my head as far as I can to look at him. “I want to be good for you, Daddy.”
“Oh, Liss.” He gathers me in his arms, pressing blind kisses to the side of my face, and I laugh, feeling the happiness grow in my chest like a balloon, and snuggle closer to him.
“Is this your way of saying that you love me?”
Matteo chuckles and nuzzles my hair. “One of many.”
I smile and close my eyes, relaxing in his embrace. For the first time in many years, I don’t feel the urge to run away and search for something. I feel peaceful and content here, and the future finally looks bright for me.
“I love you too.”