Page 48 of Entangled With You

“You know I like taking my time,” he says nonchalantly, but we don’t have time.

“I know you do, but my parents are arriving in a few hours, and I’d like to get my piercing done before we have to go to dinner with them.”

Mati’s shoulders sag. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. “Fine, but tonight when we come back home, I’ll take my sweet time.”

He extends his hand to help me to my feet. In one swift move, he turns me over on the couch and puts me on my knees, my ass up in the air. “Are you ready, mi ángel?” I wiggle my ass in response, and he rams inside me. We both whimper at the overwhelming sensation. “Imagine how good it would feel if I get a couple more barbells. Would you like that?” He pants the words against my neck. Mati isn’t lacking, he’s well endowed—the girth of his cock is something I haven't even seen in pornos—but those damn barbells make everything feel so much better.

“Fuck, yes! More, bae. More.” He wraps my hair around his hand, and I arch my back, the pain in my scalp sending a sense of ecstasy through my bloodstream.

“Mati.” I chant his name, and he spanks my ass so hard that it sends me over the edge. It was quick and rough, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. The way Matías makes me feel is beyond every single dream I’ve had.

“Let’s go clean up, mi ángel. We can take the bike to get the piercings done; it looks like it’s a beautiful afternoon for a ride,” he tells me as he leads me to the shower, placing a hand on the ass cheek he spanked. This time his touch is gentle, and careful, and I feel so loved.

“I love you, Mati,” I blurt out. His hand freezes in place. I turn to face him, worried about his sudden change of pace.

Mati releases a breath, and his hands go to my waist, bringing me flush against his hard muscles.

“You are everything, Cattleya. You’re my warrior, my twin flame, the tide that pulls my moon. You’re absolutely everything.” He leans down and kisses me unhurriedly, savoring me. Relishing this moment. “I love you, too. I’ll never tire of hearing you say those three words to me.”

This time, I pull him down for a kiss. For the first time, we take it slow in the shower, rejoicing in the fact that our mouths spoke what our hearts and souls have known since the very first moment we locked eyes: we belong together.

We make it in no time to Quilmes, a city near Buenos Aires. The piercing guy we’re going to see went to the same college as Mati, and they used to get tattoos at the same shop in La Plata—that’s how they met.

“Dude, hi. What a cool surprise.” His friend greets him with a pat on his back as soon as we enter the shop. It’s a tattoo and piercing shop called Calavera.

“Esteban, thanks so much for squeezing us in on your schedule with such short notice,” Mati says as he lets my hand go and places a possessive palm on the small of my back. I know he says he has no game, and he’s quiet and an anxious mess, but my man is a possessive motherfucker, and I love every time he “marks” me as his. In the proverbial sense, of course. “This is my girlfriend, Cattleya.”

When Esteban looks at me, a shadow of surprise crosses his eyes, but he masks it quickly.

“Hi, Esteban.” He shakes my hand and motions for us to follow him.

“Okay, so here are the forms you both have to fill out. It’s pretty standard, basically stating you’re adults, and you’re fully aware of what you’re doing.”

I read the document carefully as I fill it out; there’s no way I’ll sign something without making sure it’s safe, and I’m not selling my soul to the devil instead.

“Could we add a confidentiality clause here?” I ask, ready to walk away if Esteban says no. Growing up with the limelight attached to every step I take, I’ve learned it’s best to be as private as possible.

“Oh, of course. I thought I recognized you,” Esteban says as he goes to print something from his computer. Mati lets his pen fall onto the table we’re using to fill out the paperwork.

“What are you talking about?” His tone is cold.

“Dude, relax. It’s just that my sister plays soccer for Alumnas de la Plata and all she’s been talking about lately is Cata Cardona, the Colombian soccer player who joined the Golden Warriors. I mean, Cata is supposed to be the next big thing in women’s soccer. I’ve even made bets on a couple of your matches and won big time. Thank you, by the way,” Esteban says, a smirk on his face while lifting his hands in surrender.

A sinking feeling takes residence in my gut, and Mati notices something isn’t right. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him.

“Is everything okay, babe?” Worry is evident on his face.

“I don’t know, bae. I don’t feel comfortable anymore.” Mati gives me a gentle smile and takes my hand in his.

“Sorry, bro. I think we need more time to think things through.”

Esteban clenches his jaw, breathing through his nose. When he smiles at us, I can tell this isn’t the outcome he was looking for. Maybe he was going to sell the story that he got to pierce Cata Cardona’s breast? The mere thought makes me want to vomit. But at this point, after all the bullshit Romina has published about me, it wouldn’t surprise me.

“Yeah, no problem. Let me keep these documents so you don’t have to fill everything out again when you come back.” There’s no way I’m going to leave this guy with all my personal info. I’m about to come up with a bullshit excuse for why I want to take the forms with me when Mati snatches them from Esteban’s hand.

“Actually, I think it’s best if we keep them. Thanks again, man. Sorry for wasting your time,” Mati tells Esteban, and this time he doesn’t even bother to say goodbye.

I rush to leave a couple of hundred dollars on the table; I know he passed on other appointments to make time for us; I don’t want to be blamed later on. The moment we exit the shop, I feel like I’m able to breathe again.

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