Page 12 of Dare To Free Us

“Matteo,” I purred, as my hips began to grind against him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

The elevator dinged. The doors opened to Matteo’s private penthouse. He ripped me from the elevator wall and carried me through the space that I couldn’t have told you was black, white or lime green. All I cared about was the fact that Matteo was kissing me again. His tongue greedily went deep as his fingers dug into my butt checks. Somewhere along the way I lost my heels and my purse.

There was a doorway and then we were falling. I landed with a huff onto my back with Matteo pinning me down with his weight.

That’s when my brain caught up.Oh shit, this is happening.“Matteo,” I breathed. His hands were roaming and my thought process skipped like a record on an old player.Wait! Gentle!

“I can’t wait to hear you scream my name as I make you come so hard you pass out. I’m going to fuck you all night, Beautiful. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.”Beautiful.My pet name from the past almost made me cry. When I was little girl it had made me smile, as a woman it had made me blush.

“Matteo, wait. Slow down.”

“Don’t worry, it won’t be over fast. I promise.”

He started to lift the hem of my dress. My heart jumped sideways. Panic had me yelling, “Matteo, wait! The comforter!” It was stunningly soft and… cream colored. “It’ll get stained!” That was all I needed, to leave a big red stain on his comforter.

Matteo froze just as my panties came into view. His whole body stiffened with the question swirling in his dark eyes. “What are you saying, Arianna?”

Suddenly the idea of being a virgin jumped between excited I’d saved myself for the one man I wanted and terrified that if he found out, he wouldn’t want me anymore. I knew Matteo was so far from a virgin we basically belonged on different planets. And from the sound of it he was excited to fuck me hard and dirty, not slow and pandering.

What if he changed his mind? What if my inexperience worked against me?

“Arianna,” he growled, as he laid between my legs. His fingers gripped my hips and gave a little squeeze.

I closed my eyes. “I’m a virgin.” The lump of unease forming in my throat was enough to choke on, and that dammed silence again.

“Open your eyes, Beautiful,” he asked gently.

I opened them and they immediately began to burn.Don’t fucking cry.Then I saw the heat in his eyes. It was like a blow torch had lit up his arousal tenfold.

“How?” he rasped.

Pulling my arms in close, I shrugged. “I just never felt the want to give myself to anyone but you. No one ever made me feel anything like you did. I’ve never really let any guy touch me, for the most part.”

A growl rose from his chest that sent shivers up my spine. “You are nearly completely untouched?”

“I’m sorry. I just…” The words stuck in my throat.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” he growled and I wasn’t sure if he was angry at me in general or my apology. He stared down at me for several long moments. Then he sighed, his whole body softened as he lazily stroked my hipbone with his thumb. “Do you still want to do this? Now? We could wait a bit if you want to.” The last sentence sounded like angry dogs were dragging it up his throat.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Which part?” He smiled a coy little smirk that I’m sure was meant for the sex part.

I rolled my eyes. “The part where you said you lost me once and wasn’t going to let it happen again?”

Matteo’s expression turned deadly serious. “Yes, Arianna. If we do this, I claim you. All of you. Your very soul. You will be mine,forever.”

Tears of joy slipped down the side of my face. My heart melted into a gooey mess as I looked straight into Matteo’s eyes and took a deep breath. “Claim me,” I whispered.

There was nothing on the planet I wanted more.Please don’t wake up.

A rumble vibrated in Matteo’s chest as he heaved in a breath and got a look that said he was walking a fine line of restraint.

“Ok, Beautiful. Light or dark?”

“What?” I blinked having no clue what he was really asking.

His gazed skipped around the bright room, stopping at the sunlight flooding through the windows into the immaculate space. “Light or dark?” he repeated.

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