Page 68 of Matteo

He was in the drivers seat, admiring the meal before him, ready to feast on this woman who was a literal goddess before us.

“We want to worship you,” he growled.

Rain’s face twisted into confusion as she started to look around.

I could feel myself walking forward, drawn to her like a magnet stuck to a refrigerator’s door. My lips had eased back into a smile, as I reached out and cupped her cheek while my thumb swiped across her bottom lip.

“We want to claim you, make you cum over and over again,” I murmured.

She pushed my hand away. “Matteo, who in the fuck is WE? Look I didn’t come down here to get murdered…”

You’re scaring her,I thought to my dark passenger who couldn’t have given ten shits about what he was doing.

I am not,he reeplied back.

Yes, the fuck you are, chill out and let me handle this…

It was a suction-like feeling, when you took a vacuum cleaner hose and moved it over your hand, yeah, that was the feeling when I shoved him out of my mind’s driver seat and took control again.

“Rain?” I whispered.

“Matteo, I think I should be going,” she stepped back.

I sighed. “Please don’t go. Not yet. Not until, I can explain things to you.”

Hesitation prickled the air, rolling off the woman in front of me, in waves. I could smell that she was nervous. I hated how my nose worked now. When I was in tune with my Corsican, the senses that I had worked extraordinarily well. If someone ever found out what we were, they would put us in cages…

Split our genome open, and study us like lab rats.

I watched Rain take a deep breath, the hesitancy easing out of her shoulders before she moved to go and sit on the couch.

“Okay, spill Zacharra. Tell me why you’re in my head and how I can get you out.”

I grinned then.

Even when she was terrified, she was fearless.

It was part of why I was in love with her. When Nora had been kidnapped, I’d seen it then. The same strength.

The same fearlessness when she’d spoken up in a room full of men demanding we find her sister.

“I’m not really sure where to start?” I offered her.

Her polished brows lifted, and she smirked. “Boy Scout, you better find a place.”

“You know, that’s annoying all these little names you have for me,” I slowly sauntered over, still not able to fully appreciate that we were alone together.

That there was literally nothing but cloth separating us.

As I sat down, the couch dipped under my weight, and I watched as Rain adjusted her body so that she was facing me.

Smirking, I eased back, crossing my arms over my body.

“Where would you like me to start?” I asked.

Rain shrugged her shoulders softly. “I don’t know…I’m still wondering about thisweyou keep mentioning. It’s just us here… in this creepy basement, right?”

Yeah, she wants to know about me,the Corsican sneered.

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