Page 98 of Dare To Free Us

“Woman, even if it kills me, I’m going to make that happen.”

“Don’t say that!” I shouted, slapping his shoulder.

Matteo laughed. “Sorry, bad joke. But make no mistake Beautiful, I will make it happen.” He sent a loud crack through the air when he slapped me on the ass. I yelped and giggled.

I heard Becka giggling in the distance.

“I love you, Matteo Russo,” I whispered, just before sucking on his earlobe.

A deep groan rumbled his chest, making my nipples pebble. “And I love you, Arianna Russo.”

EPILOGUE

ARIANNA

Matteo’s hand traveled across my large, swollen belly. His lazy strokes across my bare skin had woken me moments before. The second thing I felt while my mind slowly pulled away from sleep was Matteo’s strong body pressed into the back of me, a very noticeable hardness pressing against my butt.

“Hmm. Good morning,” I said lazily, turning my face to the sun coming in the window.

“Good morning,” Matteo whispered, kissing my cheek.

“Did no one ever warn you it’s dangerous to wake a pregnant woman?”

Matteo’s hand slipped down my stomach to my waiting center, already buzzing with stimulation. It didn’t surprise me my panties were already gone— he was darn sneaky at times. The fact that I slept like the dead probably helped with his sneakiness. I gasped when his finger started to circle my bundle of nerves.

“I’ll take my chances. Why, are you going to complain?” He whispered in my ear.

“No,” I answered breathlessly as he slipped a finger inside and began to slowly grind his erection against me, seeking friction for his own arousal.

“You are already so wet, ready to go off for me,” Matteo ground into me harder.

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s the hormones,” I teased, then jumped and yelped as Matteo’s hand lightly tapped my center.

“Is that so?” he growled.

“Yep, totally,” I forced out, as he put more pressure on that bundle of nerves now begging for more attention.

“So then you don’t want my co…”

“I want it.” Matteo chuckled in my ear, putting his other arm under my side so he could work my breast through my silk nighty. He was obsessed with them now that they’d grown two cup sizes.

“I love your tits so much right now.” His fingers worked my nipple and I lost control of my body as I ground myself against the hand between my legs and arched into his hand at my breast, moaning for more.

“So after the baby, and they go away, you won’t like them anymore?” I asked breathlessly.

A small cry burst from me when Matteo slapped my center again, a bit harder this time. The pleasure-pain spiked enough to almost make me come. “I’ll always love every part of you. But please, if you want your pussy spanked again, continue to say ridiculous things.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Matteo laughed, then added another finger, causing me to lose my breath momentarily. Every part of my body was so overly sensitive I was amazed I hadn’t gone off like a roman candle already. Matteo knew how to play me just right too. How to make it last or get me to the edge of bliss in a heartbeat. He’d spent many of nights— and days— learning how he could rule my body like a king with all the extra hormones coursing through my veins. At the moment he was stretching it out, bringing me awake with a lazy pace that I both loved and hated.

“Matteo.”

“I know.” Gently taking my shoulder he rolled me over onto my back and connected our lips. The strokes of his tongue were slow and sensual as he continued to pull me over on top of him, straddling his muscled thighs.

I looked down on his handsome face and a body that was made for sin, marked with the scars of our past. I frowned, because, I was sure I looked like a whale. Of course Matteo beat that thought aside with his long, heated gaze and the love in his eyes. With my legs straddling him I positioned myself, ready to sink down.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, stripping the nighty off my shoulders to expose my breasts, then placed his hands on my hips.

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