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“And when I fuck you?”

He slowly slides almost all the way out of me and holds himself there, waiting for my response.

“Incredible.”

“Damn right it’s incredible.” He curves a hand around my breast and squeezes tight. Even through my dress I can feel the searing heat of his touch. “Now, beg me to fuck you.”

I don’t hesitate to do as he asked. With his cock teasing my entrance, holding pleasure just out of reach, there’s no room for pride.

“Please, Matteo. Fuck me.” I grasp his shoulders as he presses his hips forward, entering me one inch at a time. “Please. I need you.”

Bracing himself with his hands on the walls, he leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss as his rigid shaft fills me. When he breaks the kiss, the strength of the desire in his eyes almost stops my heart. He wants me as much as I want him. The way he fucks me proves it. There’s a desperation in the fast and furiouspace he sets. I try to match his rhythm, but it’s impossible to do anything but hold on and enjoy the ride.

He grabs my leg and lifts it around his waist, changing the angle of his thrusts. He slides in and out, stimulating each nerve in my sensitive flesh and bringing me close to the brink of madness.

“Beg me to make you come,” Matteo growls.

“Please, Matteo.”

He shakes his head, and a strand of chestnut hair falls over his eye. “Not Matteo.”

It takes me a second to realize what he wants. He craves the intimacy of the name only I use for him. “Please, Matty.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Grinning, he slips his hand between my legs and unerringly finds my clit. I anticipate him caressing me until I tip over the edge so I’m startled when he pinches the throbbing bud hard instead. A jolt of pain travels through me, twisting into something intensely pleasurable as it hurtles toward my core.

Overcome by a wave of ecstasy, I buck my hips, drawing Matteo deeper inside me. As his cock swells, my body clamps down, milking everything from him as he spills his seed.

“Giulia!” There’s such raw emotion in the way he speaks my name, I come close to tears.

Flinging my arms around his neck, I cling to Matteo as my entire body shakes with the force of my orgasm. The warmth of his body, his strength as he returns my embrace, anchors me to the here and now.

When I finally release him, he carefully pulls out of me. Semen trickles down my thigh, bringing a stark reality into focus. This is not the first time I’ve been carried away in the heat of the moment with this man.

“We didn’t use protection.” I shake my head in exasperation. “Again.”

A slight crease at the bridge of his nose is the only sign of Matteo’s concern as he adjusts his clothing. “You’re not on the pill?”

“Yes, well, no, not the pill. I get a shot, but…” How can I phrase this? I don’t want to sound as if I’m accusing him of putting me at risk. It’s something I should have mentioned when we had sex before, but I was so distracted by him, I completely forgot.

Matteo cups my cheek. “I’ve never fucked without a condom.”

“You haven’t?” Surprise makes my voice an octave higher than usual.

“No, I haven’t, sweetheart. This is a first for me.” He gazes down at me as if in awe about what’s happening between us. “Everything about this is a first.”

“Yes,” I agree, “for me too.”

Matteo bends to capture my lips. His kiss is tender, but imbued with so much emotion I can hardly breathe. When he steps back, I miss the contact. I quickly pull my panties back into place and smooth down my skirt.

“Come on.” Matteo holds his hand out to me. “You need to get ready for your big night out before I change my mind about letting you go and chain you to my bed instead.”

A frisson of excitement brings goosebumps to my arms. I suddenly wish I hadn’t agreed to meet Rosalia because the idea of being chained to Matteo’s bed is unexpectedly appealing.

CHAPTER 13

Giulia

As we walk straight past the crowd of excited patrons waiting to get into La Stanza Rosso, Rosalia and her friend, Carlotta giggle in delight. I can’t help smiling as I remember the first time I received VIP treatment at a club. Matteo took me to the opening of Vita, one of his family’s clubs in the East Village. The doormen practically tripped over themselves to welcome us in as people who’d been standing in line for hours complained loudly about the preferential treatment we received. One glare from Matteo had shut that down.

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