Page 66 of Phantom Mine

I jerk off the surface with a loud cry, the sting of his sudden intrusion nearly too much to handle. It’s been almost three years since I slept with someone and my body isn’t prepared for such a rough treatment.

Matteo stills, the possessive fury in his face receding a fraction when he sees the pain on mine.

“Cara—”

I don’t want soft right now. I don’t want kind words or gentle touches. I want the animal he promised me. I want him to make me forget every painful memory that lurks just beneath the surface and torments me every day.

“You said I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Prove it.”

A hand leaves my hip and collars my throat. He grips me like I’m his possession, with strong fingers digging painfully into my skin, but his thumb brushes softly over my pulse point.

“I’ll fuck you sweet next time.”

With that hoarsely whispered promise, Matteo pins me back down against the desk, and pulls out just to thrust brutally back in. I choke out in surprise. He’s buried so deeply inside me, it feels like he’s rearranging my guts.

His stare remains pinned on my face, taking in the way I wince as he goes deep, taking in the way my lips part as his pelvis forces my legs completely open. With a muttered curse, he slides out and drives just as ruthlessly back in.

The thrusts start out slow, measured, focused on taking in my every reaction, then build quickly until they’re separated by less than a heartbeat, depraved and demented as he pummels inside me and finally releases a year and a half’s worth of yearning and sexual frustration.

“There won’t be a next time,” I gasp on a shattered breath.

“There shouldn’t be.” He frowns. Grits his teeth, like his control is about to break. “But there will.”

I’m bouncing like a ragdoll, my entire body aflame as his greedy hands grab my waist and roughly grip my covered breasts and collar my throat. They roam over every inch of me like an explorer discovering and claiming new land, his touch merciless.

I reach up, raking my fingers down his chest and abs like a cat in heat. He curses again, louder this time, his thrusts turning unrelenting until the only sounds in the room are those of his hips slamming against me, and our blended, deranged moans.

“Mmm. Yes,yes, right there.”

“Clench down on me,cara. Let me feel that tight little pussy suck my cock greedily back inside you.”

The entire encounter is crazed. His hands grip my thighs with furious possessiveness, his cock spreads my walls, forcing my pussy to open up to him, his head is tipped back, the long column of his neck strained as he drives in and out of me. Every thrust pushes me further up the desk, every retreat of his hips includes him tugging me back down on him for an even deeper possession.

“Fuck…Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Again,cara. Squeeze me again.”

My thighs shake uncontrollably. My eyes roll back into my head. My mouth parts and unintelligible noises slip past my lips. My skin feels like it’s on fire, every part of my body following his command like orchestra musicians bowing down to their conductor.

It’s the opposite of sweet. It’s everything I wanted. Brutal and careless and absolutely fucking intoxicating. He doesn’t kiss me, he doesn’t take care of me. He just leers down at me with a gaze full of primal lust and need. He fucks me with the kind of fixated, unwavering obsession that heats the blood in my veins.

I wonder if we would be this wild, this wonderfully untamed and uncensored if we’d simply slept with each other the night we met and gone our separate ways the following day. Would we have forgotten about each other by now?

“Harder,” I moan, even though he just thrust so sharply inside me he made my teeth rattle.

“If I fuck you any harder, I’ll break you.”

“Do it.”

“Dirty girl,” he purrs. “You want me to break this pussy?” I nod frantically and he chuckles darkly. Then he slides out of meand takes a step back. “Get down on the ground and spread your ass open for me.”

I feel the loss of him. Matteo might as well have ripped the ground out from under the Earth for how dizzying his abrupt withdrawal is. I’m struck dumb and unable to form words in the immediate aftermath, especially when I see him standing there. Even beneath the condom, it’s the first real glance I have at his cock and it makes me swallow. He’s long—as long as he’d warned me—and thick. His head is bulbous and his entire length glistens with my juices in a way that makes me flush scarlet. I can’t believe I took all of him.

Then his words register and I glance back up at him.

“W-what?”

He smirks. “I like seeing you struck dumb by my cock.” His chin tips down at the floor. “On the ground with your ass spread, Valentina.”

“Why?” I flush an even deeper color of red when I think of what he could want. “You can’t… I’m not into—”

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