Page 28 of Cage of Thorns and Blood

Matteo pushes my jeans down, and I step out of them before he does the same roughly to my lace panties, which match my bra. He spins me around, and I grab onto the ledge in front of me as he pushes my legs apart. He presses his hand against the small of my back, urging me to relax, then he slides his hands down my sides, over my hips, and against my thighs. He’s kneeling behind me, I realize, and I cry out when his fingers part my folds, and he sucks my clit into his mouth. The guttural groan he gives makes my clit throb. He sounds like he’s been dying to taste me forever.

I glance up and stare at my reflection in the mirror as if I’m on the outside looking in. My eyes are heavy-lidded, my lips parted, and my gloss smudged. My nipples are peeking out of the top of my bra, red and hard. I look utterly wanton.

Matteo’s tongue should be illegal.

My legs are already shaking, and I cannot come this quickly. That would be mortifying. It’s been a long time for me, though. I haven’t had a man in my bed for many long months. I’ve also been teasing Nico’s men, which I only do to annoy him, but it does make me horny.

I’m primed to explode, and Matteo provides just the right amount of skilled stimulation to make it happen.

God, I want his cock in me. So badly. We aren’t going that far, though. I can’t get him where I need him if I give it away on the first date. He stands and covers my back with his solid, warm front. His chest and abs are ridged with muscle.

I grind against him, loving the feeling of his thick cock against my ass.

“We aren’t fucking,” he growls. “Not tonight.”

In an instant, my plan to draw this out and make him wait is flipped on its head. I hate being told no. I hate that he thinks he gets to call all the shots in this.

I was going to drag this out over a few dates, but a new plan rapidly develops.

I grind against his hard length. He wants me, but he’s denying himself, and the only reason for that is a power play.

I’ll show this motherfucker who is in charge here.

“I said.” He spanks me, one hand hitting my ass hard. “No.”

Spank.

“Fucking.”

Spank.

“Tonight.”

Spank.

If he thinks spanking me is going to somehow discipline me, he’s wrong. I love it.

Ignoring his spanks, I grind back against him again and pull his hand around to my front, shoving his fingers into my soaking wetness, letting him feel how warm, wet, and hot I am for him. He groans.

“Stop it,” he snaps.

“You stop it.” I laugh. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. I trust you are. We are consenting adults, so why not?”

“Because I said no. I don’t want to rush this.”

I do want to rush it, for this moment, and then I’ll slow it right down. I want, no need, this initial encounter to go my way. The knowledge that I can make this man lose control is vital to me. “Okay,” I say with a sigh. “If you’re insistent.”

“I am.”

I reach around behind me and unclasp my bra. His eyes stare at my tits in the mirror, and I bite back a smile. A man once told me my girls were the eighth wonder of the world, and it seems Matteo would agree.

He reaches around and cups my breasts and pinches my nipples.

“God, yes. Harder.” His eyes darken as his jaw clenches.

I know what I want and what I like. I like it hard and fast, and a little bit dirty. I want to be sweating like I’ve hit the gym. Bite me, and I’ll bite back. Spank me while I scratch you. Pull my hair. All of it turns me on, and if his expression is anything to go by, this side of me gets him raring to go too.

“Christ, Renata. You’re so fucking sexy.”

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