Page 46 of Cage of Thorns and Blood

He pushes me onto the bed and covers me with his body, skin on skin, as she slides over me. “Christ, I knew you all oiled up would be incredible, but this is better than my fantasy,” he murmurs against my neck.

He slides inside me easily, what with how wet and oily I am.

“I’m not going to take it easy on you this time,” he says.

He was taking it easy before?

He wasn’t lying. He doesn’t take it easy. He angles me so that he’s hitting my G-spot and he holds one leg up and out a little so he can get it good and then he hammers it. I whimper as the intensity of the pleasure makes me feel faint.

Matteo fucks me mercilessly, hitting that spot until I’m thrashing and moaning and begging him, but I don’t know what for. He fucks me until I know I’m going to lose it, and the intensity of it is scaring me. “Matteo,” I warn, not sure what I’m warning him of.

“Do it, Renata. Fucking come undone.”

I scream. Not a moan or a cry but a fucking yelp of a scream because it hits me so hard and so shockingly I think it’s going to pull me under and drown me in the pleasure.

Wetness gushes from me, and he groans.

“Fuck yes. Fuck. Fuck.” He comes too, long and hard as I flail under him, unable to do anything until the final wave washes over me, and I come back to my senses.

“What the fuck?” I stare at him and then look down the bed. “Oh my God. Your sheets. Oh, fuck.”

“It’s fucking beautiful,” he says with pride. “Jesus, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Renata.”

He kisses me hard.

“Stay.”

“I can stay for the night.”

“No, stay for a few days. Please.”

I should say no. I should tell him to get stuffed. Instead, I nod because if I get to experience this again, I need it.

I wanted to make Matteo addicted to me, but he’s made an addict out of me.

Chapter 14

Renata

I end up spending the rest of the week with Matteo.

We eat, fuck, and swim in the pool and then we fuck some more. Matteo gives me his undivided attention.

He gives me orgasms like I’ve never experienced, but this is dangerous because the sex is leading to other feelings. Perhaps that’s a female thing, and he doesn’t feel the same. But each time he gives me a mind-blowing orgasm, my heart becomes deeper involved.

The weekend comes, and we are lazing in bed with nothing to do, both sated and exhausted. I’m sore. Aching, but it’s a pleasurable one, so I have no complaints.

This whole thing feels out of control. My plans for revenge are on the back burner, and I’m getting stupid ideas. Like playing house.

Like falling in love.

No, no, no. I can’t do that.

“Stay the weekend,” he says. “The only thing is, I do have to meet with my cousin for a couple of hours in the early evening tomorrow. But I'll be back in time for us to sit and watch a movie maybe? And I don't have to be in the office until eleven on Monday morning. Do you have anything you need to be back for?”

Everything for my small online business is up to date, and I could take a long weekend if I wish to. Of course, I'm somewhat paranoid as to why he's asking me to stay. It isn’t as if I can trust him after he left all that information for me to see. Despite the amazing sex, why has he asked me to stay again when he’s going out?

The thing is, though, he's already played that hand. There’s nothing else that I can imagine he's going to leave lying around for me to see. That would be far too obvious, and he clearly thinks he's doing a good job of tricking me so far. It makes me think that this offer of letting me stay, even while he has to go out at some point, is genuine.

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