This is just like the time I walked into his party all over again. This fucking house and the hurt that has happened to me here. Fuck them all.

My father. Nico. But most of all Matteo.

They’re going to get what they deserve, and I will walk away head high, and unscathed.

Chapter 12

Matteo

When I get back to the house, Renata is still there. She seems different to when I left. More alive somehow. I realize it means she probably found the papers, and my heart sinks. If she’s so juiced about the discovery, it means she was going to betray me with that false information.

The disappointment makes me realize I’d stupidly hoped she wouldn’t betray me, and then we could perhaps build a genuine relationship, one that might be long-lasting. I want her, but I want her to want me too, more.

I desire her.

I hate her.

I want to own her, but I want to hurt her to avenge her betrayal of me from so long ago.

Christ, I didn’t expect how much having her back in my life would affect me.

It’s a head fuck of a position to be in. My temples pound, and I belatedly realize I don’t like this game I’ve set in motion. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I want to have more, and this fucking shit is going to get in the way.

I watch her animated face as she tells me a story that is mildly amusing, but I’m not truly focused. Do I want revenge on Andretti family enough to destroy what I could have with this woman?

I can still keep her. That’s not up for debate. If she gives that information to her family, she’s screwing them over, and they’ll exile her once she brings their world crashing down.

She’s sipping at a glass of scotch, and I recognize the tumbler from my study. That confirms it then.

I expect her to make her excuses and ask me to run her home; instead, she pushes up from the sofa and walks over to me.

“It’s rude to leave your guest alone for so long,” she purrs.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

“You should make it up to me.”

“Anything you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you take me upstairs and show me what that magic cock of yours can do?”

Whoa. Talk about direct. It’s also a direct hit to my cock, making it ache at the thought.

She turns away from me and walks out of the room. Intrigued, I follow her. She saunters up the stairs, her luscious hips swinging with every step. She reaches the top and turns to me, tossing a devious smirk over her shoulder.

I follow her down the corridor and into my bedroom. She stands by the bed and slowly undresses. I follow suit, undressing as I watched her with hungry eyes.

Whatever else is going on between us, no matter how toxic, this always works. This attraction and fire will probably never die.

Bit by bit she peels layers of clothing off, revealing her beautiful creamy skin to my ravenous gaze. I want to lick and taste every single part of her. She's so beautiful it should be a crime.

She walks to me and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me. Her breasts are full and firm against my chest, and my hands slide down the sexy dip in her back to grab her full ass. I knead and squeeze, loving the feel of it. God, I want to bite it and spank it. I want to tie her up and have her all laid out like a feast for me, unable to move. She’s every sin and temptation wrapped up in one delectable offering.

Like the sinner I am, I drop to my knees, needing to taste her. It’s only been a few days since the last time I had her against my mouth, but it already seems far too long. Her scent and taste is already addicting to me.

I kiss her thighs and then push her legs farther apart as I spread her lips and suck her clit into my mouth. She groans against me, and I flick my tongue over her. I want her to come so hard tonight that I obliterate any other man who was ever here.

I work her mercilessly, and soon her legs are shaking. Standing, I lift her and carry her to the bed. I lay her down and crawl over her. She wraps her arms and legs around me, surrounding me in her silky embrace, her scent tickling my senses and ramping up my arousal.