Page 39 of His to Honor

“Is that right? You found Lorenzo charming?”

There’s a note of jealousy in Matteo’s voice I should pay attention to, but I don’t.

“Yes, I like him.”

“Oh, you do?” Something dark and dangerous glitters in Matteo’s eye. He isn’t playing so I don’t push him. He reaches out suddenly and grabs my throat, making me squeal in fright. Then he backs me against the wall. “How much do youlikemy cousin?”

“Not as much as I like you.” I place my hand on his chest. Heat spreads through me as the hard muscles flex beneath my palm.

“No?” Matteo slides his hand beneath my dress and cups my feminine mound. “He doesn’t turn you on?”

“Of course not.”

My heart races as he drags my panties to the side. A groan of pleasure escapes me as he slides his finger along the length of my pussy. I’ve been wet and ready for him since the moment he pushed me against the wall.

“You’re drenched, sweetheart.” He circles my clit with the tip of his finger. His touch is almost imperceptible. I grind my hips against his hand, trying to capture the tingling sensation and bring myself closer to the edge. “Is that for him?”

Matteo’s expression is indecipherable. I can’t tell if he actually thinks I’m attracted to his cousin or if he’s just trying to make me admit that he’s the only man who can drive me crazy with a mere touch.

“It’s for you.” I pant with need as he finally puts pressure on my clit, causing it to pulse beneath his fingertip.

“You sure?” Matteo tilts his head to one side as he studies my expression. “It’s not for some charming Italian?”

Oh, fuck, he is really pissed about me saying I liked Lorenzo.

“It’s for you, Matty.” I cry out as he shoves two fingers inside me, the sudden violence of it stealing the breath from my lungs. “Only for you.”

“This mouth is mine.” He tightens his grip on my throat. It’s a possessive gesture, rather than one intended to hurt me. Heleans in and kisses me, his tongue sweeping past my lips. Black spots dance before my eyes as he fucks me savagely with his fingers.

“Yes,” I groan as he pulls back, relaxing the hand he has at my throat, but not releasing me completely from his hold.

He curls his fingers to stroke the most sensitive spot inside me. My hips rock forward as I instinctively try to grab hold of the sensations threatening to spark a fire at my core.

“This cunt is mine.”

The crudeness of the declaration sends a surge of desire through me. I never really liked that word, but coming from Matteo’s lips, I find it thrilling.

“Matty!”

“And your ass?”

He bends to nip the base of my neck with his teeth. Why is that so fucking erotic? I moan as my arousal ramps up.

“Will you give that to me too?”

My eyes widen in surprise. “What, now?”

Matteo chuckles. “No, not now. You’d need some preparation before I take you.”

Anal has never been something I craved, but I know Matteo would make it good for me. “Oh, then yes.”

“Good girl.” His obvious approval makes my cheeks heat. Who knew I’d have a thing for praise? It seems Matteo is teaching me a lot about myself.

Removing his hand from my throat, Matteo unfastens his pants, loosening his clothing just enough to let his rampant erection spring free. It’s an impressive sight, but I don’t have time to admire his raw, masculine beauty. He lifts my leg up and to the side, spreading me wide for him. He withdraws his fingers from my pussy and immediately replaces them with his cock. With an ecstatic moan, I let my head fall back against the wall as he pushes all the way into me.

“How does it feel?” he murmurs. “Describe it.”

There’s only one word that comes to mind right now. “Full.”

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