Page 63 of The Cost of Corruption

After all, what else did I have to lose?

If I went too hard, if I crossed some line and truly made a fool out of myself, it would only make it easier for Matteo to get over me once I was gone.

But who was I kidding? He wasn’t the one who would need to get over me. Even though our time together had been amazing—better than I could have imagined—I was just another one of his flings.

The man owned a sex club, for heaven’s sake. Chances were good that, after a couple of nights with the ladies there, he wouldn’t even remember my name.

As much as the thought stung, it also freed any lingering inhibitions.

“No complaints here,” Matteo said, spreading his arms wide. “Take whatever you like.”

Why not?the little devil on my shoulder prodded. If this was going to be my last taste of freedom, I might as well drink in every drop.

I let go of his hair and dragged my hands down to his chest. I didn’t even bother with undoing the buttons. Giving my desire full rein, I grasped the collar of his Oxford shirt and ripped it open.

“Fuck, yes,” he snarled, sounding almost as feral as I was feeling.

After taking a second to shrug off his jacket and the tattered remains of his shirt, he gripped my head and pulled me down for a deeply passionate kiss—one that left me gasping for breath.

And starving for more.

“I want you so bad, Matteo,” I cried out as his mouth descended to my throat. “I need you inside me rightfuckingnow.”

He didn’t answer—not in words anyway. Instead, he made a downright feral sound as he slid his hands down under my legs and lifted me up just long enough to kick off his pants.

And when he lowered me down again, it was over the thick column of his erect cock.

“Oh God, Matteo!”

My voice shook.

My whole body shook.

In that moment, I would have believed that the whole earth had shifted on its axis.

Nothing had ever felt so good before.

Nothing had ever been so right.

And the excruciating part was knowing that it never would be again.

“Why do you feel so perfect?” I cried out, not expecting an answer.

But I got one all the same.

“Because I was made for you,” he rasped against my shoulder as I rode him fast and hard and deep. “You and I were made for each other.”

How I wished that was true.

It didn’t take long to shatter in a brilliant orgasm. Not like this—grinding my hips against his, pounding his cock inside me over and over again. The closeness of our bodies, the intimacy of the position, it was all too much.

Matteo steadied my body, his strong arms holding tight to my waist as my spine arched and my head fell back.

“Oh God, yes, please!”

It was a cry.

It was a plea.

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