Page 28 of The Consigliere

But it wasn’t him. Matteo came for me, telling me it’s doubtful I will do anything he’s not aware of. He must have followed me and decided to take advantage of my weakness. What he doesn’t know is the weakness in me was my virginity. Now it’s gone, it’s unleashed a power I never knew I had and far from fearing what happens next, I crave it.

Using the toilet as a seat, I contemplate my next move. It’s obvious his intentions toward me are dishonorable. He needs me for something, and I wonder if it concerns the man in the photograph I saw on his phone. My father, Judge Stevenson, and a familiar face that I can’t quite place. There’s also the fact my father allowed me to walk away with him. That alone raised the red flags and I wonder what the bigger picture is here.

Then there’s Matteo Ortega. A man who makes my pulse race and my demons scream inside me. He has set them free to wreak havoc on my world.

My thoughts inevitably turn to Jefferson, and I shiver. The image of him and that whore will never leave me. One thing’s definite, when and if I make it back, I’m not agreeing to marry that bastard if it’s the last thing I do. I’d rather make my own way in life and cut myself off from the billions my father keeps me compliant with. Surely there’s more to life than money and since meeting Matteo, I have never felt so alive.

So, I stand and regard the woman looking back at me and smile.

I’m going to have my fun while I can and discover just what Abigail Kensington is made of.

* * *

He is waitingwhen I exit the bathroom, leaning against the wall with a nonchalant smile.

“Going somewhere, princess?”

“You tell me.” I make to pass, and he steps in front of me and pushes me back inside the small space. My back hits the basin and the storm in his eyes makes me swallow hard as he steps in front of me and kicks my legs apart, settling between them as if he holds that right.

“What are you doing?” I hiss and he reacts fast by gripping the back of my head and fisting my hair.

“I’m consummating our marriage.”

“What, here?”

I stare at him in disbelief and his eyes glitter as he whispers huskily, “Why not?”

“Because I told you this arrangement was in name only, you bastard.”

He chuckles against my neck.

“Oh yes, I remember your parting shot as you stormed from my office right into my sex club.”

He nuzzles my neck and whispers, “Perhaps you prefer the darkness and the thrill of sex with a stranger.”

I can’t help it. His words leave me panting and as he rips off his tie, I hold my breath as he fastens it around my eyes.

He whispers huskily, “Turn around.”

I don’t even fight because this is exactly what I want and he pushes me hard against the basin, my head hitting the mirror as he inches my dress around my waist and rips off my panties, whispering, “You are soaked, princess. Like every wet dream I ever had.”

I hear a zipper and the butterflies in my stomach take flight as his throbbing cock presses against my pussy.

He caresses my ass and then my clit and I moan against the hard surface as he growls, “Is this what you want, princess?”

“Yes.” My voice is heavy with desire, and I want him so badly I can’t think of anything else and then he teases my opening, causing me to moan softly.

As he pushes in, his hand lays flat against my mouth, stifling the groan that I can’t keep inside.

He slides in fully, filling me, my walls stretching to allow him full access. He fists my hair and pushes in and out, slowly and leisurely, as if he has all day. The fact I can’t see him is intoxicating because now I am free. I’m in my own sordid world of depravation and nobody can witness how much I love it. He is behind me and can’t stare into my lust-filled eyes as he takes something from me I am eager to give.

As I come apart, my body sags and his stifled groan tells me he’s come hard. Briefly, I wonder if he used protection. Not that it matters. I’ve been on contraception since puberty at my mother’s insistence. There will be no unwanted babies in the Kensington household. Only ones ordered from the most prestigious donor. It makes me laugh that she considers that man to be Jefferson Stevenson, and I can only imagine the horror on her face if she could see me now.

CHAPTER13

MATTEO

Just one taste, that’s all it will take. I told myself that when I left her after the most surprising kiss of my life. Her lips have branded me and when I attempted to discuss business with Cesare, all I could think of was my wife. Perhaps it’s that word that’s changed everything. I’ve never had one before and to tell the truth, it was the last thing I wanted. But Abigail is different from anyone I’ve ever met, and a hard drug I can’t get enough of. Her anger, her flippant words and her fire all combine in an addictive cocktail. I had to have more, but what happened in this bathroom hasn’t even come close to sating the hunger I have for this woman.

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