Page 12 of Ruthless Match

Smiling seductively, he reached out and gently stroked my face. “Oh, but I do, my sweet Aurora. We are married, after all. We might have our differences, and this might not be the fairy tale you dreamed of but there is no denying that we want each other.”

Appalled at his presumption, I felt a new surge of anger, but against my will, I was curious. Curious to know more about the man who was now my husband and who dared to be naked in my bed.

“I don’t believe in fairy tales, Matteo and I am no one’s plaything. You are sorely mistaken if you think you can manipulate me into submission.”

As much as I wanted to fight him and demand he leave, my body was betraying me. The closeness of his body created a heat deep inside me that I couldn’t ignore.

Slowly, he ran the pad of his thumb across my lips.

Shaking my head I tried to speak. “Matteo, I don’t think…”

“Shhh, don’t think so much Aurora. Just feel. Let me be close to you tonight and enjoy the beauty of the moment.”

My resolve began to waver, and my heart pounded as I searched his eyes for any sign that this was a joke. I wouldn’t put it past him. But I didn’t see any. Instead, I saw a raw, unguarded longing and sincerity that made me want to give in to our desires.

Slowly, I nodded as my breath hitched. Matteo began to smile as he moved closer, his muscular body pressing against me, sending shivers down to my toes. My mind was a snow globe of emotions. Realizing I wasn’t going to make sense of them, I gave in.

Matteo slowly slid his hand down my arm. Such a gentle touch that left a trail of fire behind. My breath quickened and I could no longer deny my need. Despite my fear and anger and the mountain of differences between us, I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I just wasn’t sure I could.”

I had always dreamed of my wedding night and how special it would be. This was a far cry from that. My voice was almost a whisper. “Matteo, I don’t know if I can…”

“Shhh, just enjoy…”

As Matteo’s lips brushed my neck, I closed my eyes and sighed softly as I surrendered to the moment. The sensations that coursed through me as his lips touched my skin were electrifying.

His touch was tender and commanding, almost as if he was making a silent plea for me to trust him. I didn’t want to, but I did.

Sensing I was still tense, he whispered, “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for, Aurora, but I want to be close to you, to feel you.”

My heart jumped at his words. I wanted to believe them, but the walls I’d carefully built around my heart were strong. Years of disappointment, betrayal, and watching my mother become a shadow of herself as my father cheated repeatedly had fortified them.

Trust is fragile, easily broken, and even more challenging to rebuild. I’d seen that firsthand.

But as Matteo’s hand moved to cup my breast through my satin nightgown, his touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my body that I couldn’t ignore. My defenses began to crumble, and my body took over. Why shouldn’t I get something out of this? Even if it is just physical pleasure?

A cold, calculated agreement may have bound us together but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get some enjoyment out of it. As his hands continued to roam my body, I gave in to the sensations coursing through my body, screaming for me to let this tattooed, muscular asshole of a god worship me. I deserved it.

Softly moaning, I arched my back as he lifted me to ease the nightgown off. Staring at me in awe, he licked his lips. “Stunning, absolutely stunning, my gorgeous wife.”

I was breathless. Matteo continued to tenderly caress every inch of my body as he kissed along my neck and jaw before taking my right breast into his mouth. Groaning, Matteo sucked and flicked his tongue across my hardened nipple as he massaged my left breast with his rough yet incredibly soft hands. The man was a conundrum, but I didn’t care right now.

“That feels so good, Matteo. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t know what overcame me, but my sudden need for this man threatened to consume me.

“Don’t worry, my beautiful vixen, I’m just starting. This is only round one.”

I shivered at his words, wanting to believe that feeling this good was right. There could be more to this fake marriage than snide remarks and hollow threats.

I felt a sudden loss as his mouth left my breast, but it was quickly replaced by the feel of Matteo’s lips kissing down my stomach to my inner thighs. Slowly, he licked my slit before grinning up at me.

“Delicious, just as I knew it would be.”

He teased my swollen bud with the tip of his tongue as he inserted two fingers inside me. I clung to him, my fingernails digging into his back as I rode the waves of pleasure building inside me.

But I wanted more. I needed more.

“Matteo, I need you inside me. Please…”

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