Page 65 of Phantom Mine

The beat of the music is almost as loud as the thrashing of my heart. My blood is like a high tide crashing against jagged coastal rocks, every wave swelling and breaking inside me before another surges powerfully forward.

When he tries to yank me after him once more, I tug against his hold, anchoring my feet into the floor. He turns around with flashing eyes, ready to argue.

“You told your brother you’d share me, Matteo,” I hiss. “l am not yours and I’m also not a toy you can pass around to your buddies. I—”

His lips slant over mine, swallowing any further protests. A tortured groan rolls up his throat and into my mouth. There’s angry, uncontrolled lust and possessiveness in his kiss, like he can’t stop himself, like he doesn’t want to.

“Ineverfucking said that.” The furious words erupt from him, his face tight. “I just told you, the last thing I want is you anywhere near my brother, clothed and especially otherwise.” Matteo closes his eyes, his brow furrowing as if he’s looking for strength. “The thought alone makes me want to use his face for target practice,” he growls. “Now, ask me.”

“Ask you what?” I huff.

“Ask me if I’d share you with anyone else.”

I make a disgusted face. “I told you, I’m not—”

“Ask. Me.”

“Fine,” I bite out. “Would you ever sh—”

“No.Fuckno.” The force of his reply stuns me. “Never. Do you know how many times I’ve lied awake over the last year and a half thinking about you with someone else? Wondering if that night, while I tossed and turned alone in my bed, you were in someone else’s arms? Opening your mouth for someone else’s tongue? Spreading your legs for someone else’s cock? Do you know how mad with jealousy I’ve driven myself thinking about it? Over and over andoveragain.” He clasps my face in his largehands and slams his mouth back down on mine. A soft moan slips past my lips at the ferocity with which he kisses me. “I’ve already shared you enough with whoever you’ve fucked since the night we met, I’m not about to let anyone else have you now that I finally have you back in my arms.”

Matteo doesn’t wait for a response. I’m too shell shocked to give him one anyway. He takes my hand and weaves us through the crowd, pulling me up the stairs after him until we’re back in the restricted area.

Aurora’s eyes bulge when she sees the death grip he has on my hand as he guides me after him, but she wisely chooses not to intervene.

I should put a stop to this, I know that, but it’s been weeks of sexual tension building to this moment and I’m as powerless to stop this eruption as I would be a volcano’s. One time for posterity and then I can forget about him.

Anticipation boils my blood as he unlocks his office. He pushes me in and follows me inside, slamming the door shut roughly behind him.

“No punching me this time,” he whispers thickly. The lock turns with an ominousclickthat sends a pang straight to my lower belly. “Not unless you want to be fucked so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Matteo advances on me, raw masculinity and sexual aggression oozing from his every pore, closing the distance between us in the span of two clumsy heartbeats.

When he’s just a step away, I reach up and slap him.

His eyes close and he hisses sharply.

Slowly, he brings that deadly gaze back to me. His nostrils flare but his eyes flash with an excited look so black it could bend metal.

I yelp when he grabs me by the waist and lifts me into his arms. His hands clutch at the cheeks of my ass, using them tohold me tightly against his body as he walks around his desk. He shoves me down hard against the surface, keeping me pinned there with one hand on my stomach. My belly twists into a thousand knots as he comes to loom above me.

“Rough it is,cara,” he rasps. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He bunches the lacy fabric over my pussy in his fist and I gasp. With a smirk, he rips it clean off me. My thong follows suit, ripped off with just as much aggression and just as little care as the cover up. Then his fingers are between my folds, feeling for my core, and a strangled groan leaves him.

“Wet.” His tone is smug, as victorious as the grin on his face.

“Brian,” I reply.

Fresh anger slashes across his face, mixing with the rampant arousal I see in his eyes. I’m pushing him and I know he’s going to make me pay for it.

I can’t wait.

Matteo opens his desk drawer and reaches for a square foil. He brings the condom wrapper to his mouth and rips it with sharp teeth, spitting out the corner carelessly.

“Like to keep those handy, do you?” I question, breathless with excitement.

“Bought them for you,” he grunts, reaching into his trousers and sheathing his cock. “Keep running your mouth and we’ll use the entire box before the night is done.” He shapes my waist with his hands, lines himself up at my entrance, and slams all the way home with one savage thrust.

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