Page 91 of Matteo

Matteo is jealous over me? I’m in paint-splattered clothing I wouldn’t go to the store in. Yet a man who clearly didn’t want me smiled at me and shook my hand two seconds longer than what was polite has Matteo about to explode with jealousy? Something is definitely wrong with me for the thrill shooting through me.

I'll talk to Hillary about it in therapy later, right now, all I know is Matteo is too far away from me. I can't stand how miserable he is. Everything in me screams to touch him, to soothe him. One step forward sends him one step back. Shaking his head, he's as far away from me as he can get.

“I’m begging you, mi amor. Please let me get myself under control.”

Is it him calling me his love? Is it how much he wants to protect me from everything in this world he thinks could hurt me? Any other man and all the beatings that Daniel put me through would have me running, screaming from the room. I’m not running. I refuse to run and never away from him.

The hand I raise to touch him never makes it. In the blink of an eye, he has my wrist in a rough grip. The roughness doesn't scare me—it thrills me. “I'm sorry?—”

“I told you not to apologize to me.” Is snarled down at me.

Something is very wrong with me for how wet I am. “I'm sorry that I cannot leave you. You need me. Talk to me, please. Why exactly are you upset? Was it him smiling at me or me smiling back? How can I make it so you never feel this way again?”

Squeezing his eyes closed, “You’re mine. You belong to me. No one is taking you from me.” He grits out. “I could never lose you. Promise me.”

“I promise. No other man will touch me. I will never smile at another man the way I smile at you. I belong to only you. The same way you belong to me.” Gold glitters down at me as air leaves him in a rush. “No other man will ever touch me again. No other man will have my heart the way you do.”

His throat works. “It isn’t helping. I still feel violent, like I want to break something.”

The next session is going to be a long one for the way my skin becomes hot and too damn tight. “Give it to me.”

“Give it to you?”

“Your violence. I love it when you lose control.” I admit. “The idea that I could bring you to the brink and loss of control—I'm sorry if it's not right, but I love it. He made me feel ugly and unwanted. You’re making me feel like I'm a sexy goddess or something.”

“You are a goddess. I pray to you every fucking night that I never lose you, your love, your touch. If I lost you, I would lose the air I breathe.”

This man, how could he think I could walk away from him? “Give it to me. Show me.”

I’m thrust away from him before he bends me over his desk. He tears down my pants with my panties.

“Fucking hell, you’re soaking wet,” is filled with wonder.

I don’t have time to be ashamed. His hand coming down on one ass cheek is harder than he has ever spanked me before. And it goes straight to my clit. “You will never let another man touch you.”

“Never.” I almost shout.

Another smack to my other cheek. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” I fight not to stiffen, preparing for him to go back to smacking my other cheek, but he doesn't. His heavy hand falls on my swollen, soaking-wet pussy lips. Oh my fucking god—it’s electricity striking my clit. I wonder if I managed to come.

“You will never smile at a man like you did today.”

“I promise I will never smile at another man.” Sparks fly under my eyelids when he goes back to my heated ass. Holy shit. Another round of smacks to my other cheek and pussy has my legs going out from under me and begging him to fuck me.

He enters me like a man possessed hard, fast, rough. “This is my pussy. Every damn inch of you is mine.”

“Only you.” I nearly sob. Between the way my ass and pussy are on fire and his hot body almost entirely on me, I’m wondering if I’m going to climax without him moving.

“No other man will be inside your tight pussy. Mine.” He growls.

“Yours,” I promise him.

The leash he always keeps on himself is gone. He gives me the violence within him, and I glory in it. Hard, fast, rough, and oh my fucking god. His hands are punishing on my hips. That I inspire it in him thrills me in a way it shouldn’t.

“That’s it, such a good girl you are. greedy for my cock. Fuck. The way your tight pussy grips me is like a vise. Your pussy milking my every drop of come for me to breed you. I can’t wait until you are pregnant, your breasts swelling—and your belly big with our love. Everyone will see you and know you are mine. That this pussy is mine alone.”

“Yours. All of me belongs to you.” From the first day.

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