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“Say it,” I growled in her ear.
The force of my thrusts had her body thumping against the wall.
“Say my fucking name, or I’ll end this right now,” I threatened.
Her head fell back on a moan. Voice hoarse, she whispered, “Matteo.”
I rewarded her by twisting my wrist enough that the knuckle of my thumb grazed her clit, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Again,” I commanded.
“Matteo!” she cried as her body began to tremble.
She was right there, but I wanted her to remember who was in charge, so I slowed it down, dragging the metal barrel against her inner walls leisurely, like I had all the time in the world.
Her nails drew blood in her desperate attempt to make me move faster, the warmth of it trickling over the skin of my arm.
Who knew she’d be the first to leave claiming marks, but I fucking loved it. So much so that I would be taking the time before bed to trace each crescent so that I could have them tattooed later as a permanent reminder of the night Summer first gave herself over to me. I wanted to be assaulted by the memories every time I rolled up my sleeves.
A broken sob slipped past her lips. “Matteo, please. I-I need—”
Caressing her cheek, I murmured, “I know,dolcezza. And I’m going to give it to you.”
With her eyes pinched shut, a tiny crease formed between her brows. “When?”
I pressed my forehead against hers. “When I’ve gotten my fill of watching the most stunning creature I’ve ever laid eyes on being fucked by my gun.”
What I kept to myself was that I would never grow tired of the sight, so she might as well get comfortable because we were going to be here for a while.
Chapter 13
Summer
Therewasagun.Inside me.
How did I even get here?
Oh, that’s right, because my dumb ass saw my sexy employer walk into the room shirtless, his many muscles on full display and coated in a thin sheen of sweat, holding a gun, and decided to goad him when he warned that I should be afraid.
Maybe I was experiencing a bout of temporary insanity, because that was the only logical explanation as to how I’d landed myself in this situation.
Though, if I were being honest, I’d been having impure thoughts about the man for weeks. Okay, months, if we wanted to get technical. The first time I saw him, I felt this pull I couldn’t quite explain. Now that I was living under his roof, it grew stronger with each passing day. And every night, I had to convince myself that getting off while picturing all the ways he’d destroy my body—because let’s face it, a man who looked like Matteo had to be an animal in bed—was enough.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t even come close to scratching that itch.
Now I was mere seconds away from coming as he fucked me with a weapon.
This shouldn’t be so hot. It should be fucking terrifying. One wrong move, one twitch of his index finger, could end my life.
Yet deep in my gut, I knew Matteo would never let anything happen to me.
The two sides of his personality were a perfect dichotomy. To this point, I’d only known him as the sweet, doting father. And while I knew he also carried a darkness, that part of him had been hidden from me, so it was all too easy to pretend like it didn’t exist. But here, tonight, it was front and center, focused entirely on me.
This whole situation provided an adrenaline rush like none I’d ever experienced before, and that only served to heighten the pleasure, effectively drowning out any sense of danger.
Every muscle in my body was coiled tight as I teetered right on the edge of the cliff, so close to falling over that I could practically taste it, when he slowed down.
I cried out at the injustice of being denied.
