Page 44 of Phantom Mine

“I’m the boss.” Oh, god. His throaty voice isn’t helping. “I made that rule and I can change it.”

My hand finds my waist and I cock my hip. “So I’m allowed to do lap dances now?”

Matteo’s eyes darken. His gaze lingers on my hand. “If you knew the detailed list of every filthy, fucked up thing I want to do to you when you pop your hip at me like that, you’d never do it again.” He smiles arrogantly and spreads his legs. “Or maybe you would, just to bait me into doing them.”

My hand slides off my hip, my mouth parting in shock at his words. But my throat grows unbearably tight and heat crawls beneath my skin, lighting me on fire from the inside.

Matteo gives a sexy, smoky laugh that travels over my body, affecting my sanity as much as the trail of his fingers on my ass had.

“You’ll dance for me,pavona. No one else.”

“You’re overpaying.”

His eyes rake slowly down my body, leaving a burning path of arousal in their wake. The longing on his face makes me lightheaded.

“I can’t overpay for something that has no price,” he answers, voice tight with need.

Matteo looks at me like I’m something to be both treasured and desecrated. I can’t think of anything else when he stares at me like that. Nothing.

Nothing except dark green eyes and a plump, determined mouth I need stamped all over my body like I need my next breath.

“Dance for me.” His words are a seductive instruction that pebble my skin, especially when he adds with a teasing smirk, “Show me how well you know the family business.”

My mind is still waging an internal battle against itself when my body starts to obey his whispered command.

I turn my back to him and reach back to grab his thighs with both hands, swaying my hips provocatively as I lower myself to the ground.

Matteo moans deeply the second I touch him and I nearly falter. I dig my nails into his thighs instead, drawing a hiss from his lips as I inch my way forward. My hands make contact with the floor next and I push off my feet in tandem, arching my ass up as I lower myself onto my stomach.

Rolling over onto my back, I stare at him and arch my chest upwards, lifting myself back up into a seated position on the floor between his legs.

His breathing grows dangerously ragged, his chest moving forcefully as he stares down at me. His eyes trail down the length of my body like a branding heat on my skin. An answering powerful, needy pang pulses in my pussy.

I’m pinned beneath his hungry gaze, unable to look away. When I grab his thighs once more and use them to hoist myself back onto my feet, he swallows thickly.

His throat bobs, working with difficulty. His fixated, fascinated eyes track my journey until I’m leaning over him, my chest almost glued to his.

Matteo reaches for me but I wrap my fingers around his wrist and stop him.

“I control this,” I whisper, inches from his lips.

He nods desperately and I smirk, reveling in the way I’m making him lose control.

Then I turn and sit on his lap.

A strangled groan rips from his throat at the same time as I feel his hard cock throb against my ass. My spine stiffens, the shock of his massive length making me lose my rhythm and my mind simultaneously. His hand clamps down on my hip and holds me firmly in place, burning me with the heat of his touch. Hot breaths fan against the back of my neck.

“Are you frightened now?”

His voice borders on obsession, on compulsion, and I’m unprepared for it. When I throw a look at him over my shoulder, I swallow a gasp. He looks like a man who’s on the verge of breaking. His features are uncontained, with unmasked hunger ruling his expression.

“Frightened of you?” I whisper.

“Of how much I want you,” he corrects.

My breath hitches at his guttural announcement. I shake my head, tentatively grinding down on his cock. His eyes flutter in response, his teeth gritting in delicious agony. He licks his lips slowly, his gaze dropping unhurriedly to my mouth as he takes in the way he affects my breathing.

“It’s the dance,” I explain, breathless. I arch my backside, pushing my red lace covered ass back at him. He doesn’t even glance down.

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