Page 82 of Vows of a Mobster
“Who owns you?” he growled.
I held on to his back, like he was my only lifeboat. Each hard thrust hit that delicious spot deep inside me, causing my moans to become louder.
“Oh-oh” I panted.
“Who do you belong to?” he rasped.
“You,” I moaned, my insides clenching, like I was going to fall apart. He thrust harder, our bodies slick with sweat and sex. His grunts and my moans filled the room as he pounded into me. One more thrust and I unravelled underneath him, my body shaking with the intense release. He tensed inside me, a sharp exhale as he found his own release deep inside me.
Both of us tried to catch our breaths. He rolled off me and pulled me over into him. I couldn’t make sense of this intense feeling around this man. It was the best adrenaline and the most terrifying at the same time.
He shifted and I looked at him. “Are you leaving?”
I wasn’t sure why I asked that, except that I didn’t want him to leave. Not now.
“No, I’m going to get rid of the condom.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead. Shit, things in my chest must be broken because things kept shifting inside there. I couldn’t let any feelings develop for this man. I nodded and watched him head for the bathroom. While he was in there, I grabbed panties and a pair of pjs, then got dressed in my own bathroom and washed up.
Once we were both in bed, he pulled me back into his embrace. It didn’t take long before our hands hungrily explored each other.
When we finally went to sleep, I fell asleep with my cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
* * *
I woke up to the empty bed. I touched the spot where Mateo slept but it was cold. He must have been gone for a while. Reaching for my phone, I checked the time and found it was only seven a.m.
“Mateo?” I called out but there was no answer.
My gut feeling was telling me he left for the city. This job thing… there was no job. He just wanted me away from Marcus and closer to himself. Now that he got me, it was only a matter of time before he got tired of me.
But I’d give him the benefit of the doubt. So I dialed him up.
“Good morning, Bellissima,” his voice came through the line and instantly heat spread through me.
“Morning,” I murmured, wishing my body didn’t respond to him as it did.
“How did you sleep?” I blushed at the question. He had taken me to exuberating heights repeatedly last night. We finally went to sleep well past midnight, both of our bodies covered with the sweetest exhaustion.
I have never imagined feeling like this was possible. I read it and have written it quite a few times in my own smut, but until this man, it was just an impossible theory. Just a wild imagination, but Mateo… God, he made my wildest imaginations seem mild.
“I slept well, thanks,” my voice was slightly hitched. But damn it, how was I supposed to not react to him?
“Excellent,” he replied. While I was melting here, he didn’t seem to be experiencing similar effects at all. “I have meetings all day in the city, so I’ll be home a bit later.”
And there was my confirmation. I was just his play thing, while I was melting here at his words. This was worse, or better, depending how you look at it, than a cold shower. It would serve me good to keep my body and mind separated. This man wasn’t just a threat to my safety but also my heart.
“Sounds good,” I finally answered, my voice unwavering. “See you later.”
I ended the call and, for a brief second, stared at the phone waiting. What did I expect? Nothing, I wasn’t expecting anything. Marissa warned me to keep my distance, so I would do well to remember that.
Then I dialed up Marissa. When there was no answer, I tried Daphne.
“Hello?” her sleepy voice told me I woke her up.
“You girls are still sleeping?” I asked.
“It’s barely seven,” Daphne complained. “Even Emma is still sleeping.”
“I have an idea,” I got straight to it. “Mateo will be gone all day. Would you two come over and hang out with me?”
