Page 334 of Hate Mates

This can’t be real, can it? I must be dreaming.

There is no way Matteo would willingly kiss me.

So why do his hard, demanding lips pressed against mine, ravishing me with an intensity I have never felt before, feel as real as my date with Henry?

Still, I have to make sure this is not just some dirty dream.

Wrenching my mouth from his, my chest heaves as I blink the lust filled haze from my mind. My gaze focuses on Matteo, roaming across his veryreal, very handsome - albeit glowering - face.

Blinking once more, I open my eyes slowly, as if that will make him disappear. Sure enough, Matteo stands there, rubbing a palm across his tight jaw, anger radiating from him. What’s he got to be angry about? He kissed me. Yet I swallow nervously, suddenly feeling small, vulnerable, as I realize just how much I have been playing with fire.

Instead of running away, stupidly, I want to feel the burn.

“What was that?” I squeak out, reaching up to touch my lips as if I can keep his touch there.

His teeth grind together, lips twisting up as if tasting something bitter. It’s clear in that moment, Matteo is just as confused as I am about what happened.

Instead of giving me an answer, he grabs my wrist, pulling me down the road.

“Matteo, what are you doing?” I demand, trying to pull out of his hold.

“Car,” he grunts out, grasping me tighter.

Looking around his big body, I see the SUV we travelled in earlier. The one I vacated when he practically called me a whore. Anger shoots through my veins like a shot of dopamine. I could easily put a stop to this. It’s obvious what is going to happen when we get to the car. He wants to fuck me. Just like the whore he believes me to be.

I should walk away… but something stops me. This might be my only chance to experience what Matteo Rossi feels like inside me. Sure, it makes me weak, especially after this afternoon and his harsh words, but I have always been curious about the grumpy Italian. And like Allegra mentioned earlier. Hate sex is the best sex.

And God knows I want to fuck this man. More than I have ever wanted anything before.

The back door being pulled open, brings me back to the now and the weight of what is about to happen.

Matteo throws me onto the backseat, climbing in after me and slamming the door shut behind him. Settling into the soft leather, he unbuckles his belt before pulling the zipper down, getting straight to it. Lifting his hips, he pulls his black pants and boxer briefs down in one swift movement, revealing his very hard,verybig cock. It bounces free, solid and angry looking, slapping against his dress shirt.

My wide eyes trace over his length, taking in the size and girth, and reality slams into me. No way will that fit inside me.

Scrambling back, my back hits the door, stopping any further movement.

I shake my head, blurting out. “No way is that going anywhere near me.”

A humorless chuckle leaves his lips. “Yes, it is. You will take every inch of mepiccola vampiro.”My stomach dips at his use of Italian and though I am not sure what it means, I could hazard a guess. “Take your clothes off. And your panties. Let me see that cunt. I want it on my mouth, my fingers, my cock.”

My whole body heats with his words.

Jesus Christ. I knew he would have a dirty mouth, but to hear it firsthand is something else.

Despite my nerves and quickly debating whether I have Stockholm Syndrome or something else to make me act this way - because it’s the only way to explain what is happening right now - I do as he asks.

Making quick work of removing the lightweight coat, I reach down, gripping the hem of my silk dress, and shifting my hips to pull it up my body. Matteo watches me like a hawk, his dark gaze never leaving me as I reveal myself to him.

“Panties,” he grates out through clenched teeth, when I’ve pulled my dress over my head.

My breasts bounce free, the cool air hitting my warm skin. I feel exposed, at his mercy and so horny I could die.

Lifting my lower body, I pull my thong down my legs and over the heeled sandals still on my feet. Matteo’s eyes zero in on the space between my legs, his tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip.

“Put your legs up on the seat and spread them. Show me all of you.”

Submitting to his demands, I place my heeled feet on the leather seat, spreading them as wide as I can in the confines ofthe vehicle. Matteo darts forward, his movement so sudden, I jerk backwards.

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