Page 67 of Phantom Mine

His hand fists my hair and he tugs me off the desk. Standing before him, he closes the gap between us and presses his wet cock against my lower stomach. In any other circumstance, I’d rail against a man for ordering me this way, but there’s something about Matteo that makes me want to submit.

“I’m not going to fuck your ass, Valentina. Not right now, although I will take it eventually. You shouldn’t have shaken it in my face if you didn’t want me obsessed with it. For now, open up and give me access to your pussy." He uses his grip on my hair to force me down to my knees in front of him. “On your stomach. Let me give you what you asked for.”

I crawl down to the floor until my entire body is flush against the ground.

“Open your legs wider,” Matteo demands.

With shaking fingers, I do as he says then reach back and spread my ass, exposing my most intimate place to him. He stands between my parted thighs and stares down at me, making snarling masculine sounds of approval that nearly make me come on the spot.

“So pretty.” And then he’s on me, his body laid entirely over mine, his heavy weight pressing me into the ground.

My heart thunders madly, my pulse nearly running away from me. The pressure of his body pushing mine sends me into a delirious kind of panic that hazes my mind over.

With one steady, selfish thrust, he buries himself back inside me. A heated groan rips from his throat, but it’s nothing compared to the one that screams out of mine.

This angle changes everything. He’s buried so impossibly deep inside me, I don’t think I’ll ever get him out. When he retreats, he brushes against a soft spot inside me that drives me wild.

“Oh god,Matteo.” He trembles when I moan his name. “Right there.”

Matteo grabs my hair with one hand and my throat with the other, and uses his holds to anchor his brutal thrusts inside me. “I’ve wanted inside you for a year and a half,” he whispers against my ear. “And you’re even better than I could have ever imagined.”

Pleasure unfurls inside me and tightens the muscles of my belly at his words.

“Ah,ah.” My teeth chatter with every one of his relentless thrusts.

“Why didn’t you come meet me that night?” he demands. I clamp my lips together and shake my head. An angry rumble rolls up his chest. “You just fucking disappeared. I won’t let you do that again.”

“I’m not going anywhere, but that has nothing to do with you.”

Matteo’s hand squeezes around my neck. “Then why?”

I set my jaw and jut my chin out, refusing to answer again.

“Silence? Fine. Then listen to your tight cunt getting owned,” he snarls.

I realize he was taking it easy on me before, because he becomes unhinged now. One palm braces on the floor beside my head and the other clasps my hip, using it to jerk me back into his oncoming thrusts. He drags me back, hauling me like a limbless doll to meet every drive of his hips until I’m screaming his name.

The second my mouth opens to scream, he jams two fingers inside.

“Be a good little slut and suck my fingers,cara.”

A dangerous shiver rattles through my entire body at the derogatory term. I love it. I want more of it.More, more, more.

I close my lips around his digits and suck, even as his own mouth closes around every piece of flesh it can find. He bites my throat, my shoulder, my nape. He rakes his teeth down my spine and shreds the lacy fabric he finds there. He nips at my sides while shoving his fingers further down my throat until I’m gagging loudly.

“Good girl,” he praises, the dark smile obvious in his voice. My channel squeezes in response and he chuckles darkly, his voice arrogant in my ear. “I can’t tell which your pussy prefers, being called a good slut or a good girl.” His hot, needy breaths tease the skin along the side of my face, sending jolts of electricity through my body and making my muscles spasm. “Fuuuuck. I can alternate between degradation and praise kinks, apparently you’ll get equally wet for both.”

He reaches between us and runs one digit from my pussy and up to my tightest hole. He rims the tight bundle of musclesgently but doesn’t give me a chance to react before he shoves his finger deep inside my ass.

I lurch off the ground with a screech but his body over mine keeps me from having anywhere to go, so I fall back down with a choked breath, unable to get accustomed to the intrusion in my backside. He doesn’t move his finger but it still burns like a hundred wasp stings.

“You’re so tight.” His smug, guttural words fill the air. “I can tell you've never had a cock back here. But you can come with a finger deep in your ass, can’t you,cara?”

“Take it out!”

Slowly, he pulls the finger out, only to drive it immediately back in. I jolt forward at the stinging pain. My body jerks as he keeps jamming his finger roughly in and out of me.

“No. You’ll take this and like it.”

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