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“Maybe I want your handprint on me,” she replies.

I have to grit my teeth at that because I almost lose it and come before she has.

“Let it out. The hate.” She laughs when I frown. “Oh, come on, Matteo. This? Us? It’s as much about hate as it is about lust. I’m taking it out on you, fucking you good and hard, so spank my ass the way you want to.”

I spank her so hard that my handprint will leave an angry red mark on her creamy flesh.

“God, yes. Fuck.” She’s really into this if her flushed chest is anything to by.

The color crawls up her throat as I continue spanking her ass, alternating cheeks as she fucks me. Her coordination begins to falter, and I bring one hand to her mouth and push my middle finger in.

“Suck,” I order.

She does and once she has my finger nice and wet, I slowly press it into the tight rim of muscle at her ass as I use the thumb of my other hand to circle her clit.

“Oh, fuck, Matteo, too much.” She pants. “Shit. I can’t. I’m going to… God. Yes. Shit. Yes.”

She comes with the scream I wanted. She digs her nails so hard into my pecs she breaks the skin, and her writhing on my cock, along with the pain and her cries sends me right over the edge with her.

I fill her with my cum as she covers me in her release.

We’re both sweaty, sticky messes, as I lay with her draped across me, panting for breath.

I’m also in shock because I just had the best, most mind-blowing sexual experience of my entire life, and I don’t think I can give this up. Maybe not ever.

Chapter 13

Renata

It's been two hours since Mateo blew my mind. I've had a lot of sex in my life. Never have I had sex like that. I was mortified at the mess I made, but Matteo said it was hot. He found secret places inside my body that I didn't even know existed and made me feel things that should be illegal.

It’s ironic that my plan was to get him sexually addicted to me, and I might be the one on the hook.

I lift my head from his chest and look at the marks I've left on his pecs. “I'm sorry. I've made a real mess of you.”

“It's okay.” He shrugs. “I like it.”

His words have my core aching all over again. I can't go for another round, though, because we did it twice more after the first time. Once in the shower when we were supposed to be cleaning up and once back in the bed when we were supposed to be getting some sleep. I'm so sore and achy inside now that another round would be too painful.

His words are possessive and dominant. But are they for real? Ever since I found those papers and realized that this was part of a game, I'm left in the strange position of not knowing if it's all fake or if some of it is real.

I'm dying to ask the man, but that would give away everything I know and hand the power back to him. While things are like this and he believes I'm in the dark, I hold all the power. He thinks he's the master of the game here, but that's really me. The master has become the apprentice. I almost laugh at my silly thoughts and have to push it down.

I realize with a shock that despite the high stakes here of my heart being on the line, this is kind of fun. I haven’t felt passionate about anything for a long time.

I'm still completely undecided about what to do with the information he left for me. I don't think there's anything realistically I can do until I know more, except continue making him fall for me, because then either way, I win. The only way to know more about where I really stand is to find out about his true business interests and financial situation. The trouble is, he isn’t going to be easy to investigate, and if I put my private eye on him, then I risk him finding out.

“You know you could stay for the entire weekend,” he says sleepily. “We could spend the day together tomorrow. Maybe take a swim in the pool.”

“I don't have a swimsuit,” I say.

“It will only be us. I give the staff Sundays off.”

“That's kind of you.” I nudge him with my elbow to show I'm joking. “How do you manage to take care of yourself? I mean, do you even know how to make toast?”

He laughs softly, his breath gently ruffling my hair. “I can do one better than that. I make the best Eggs Benedict you've ever tasted. I'll make it for breakfast if you'd like. If you'll stay, that is?”

It’s a tempting offer, but I can’t stay. I have a meeting with a lawyer in the morning. Babbo organized it. It’s something to do with the offshore trust he runs for me, Nico, and any grandchildren.

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