Page 249 of Merciless Desires

My lips parted, but I made no sound.

“Finally…a way to shut you up.”

I was frustrated, sexually and literally. Matteo was a stranger. A damn stranger I had to marry. I wasn’t going to sleep with him until I had to. Until I knew him.

But I knew how to play along.

I shifted my hips, rubbing against his cock. His smile slipped away, replaced by something I wasn’t prepared to deal with yet. Unrestrained lust.

“If you were to fuck me right now…” I threaded my fingers in his hair and tugged hard. “I wouldn’t be quiet, Matteo.”

“Cazzo…”

I used his moment of weakness to push him to the side, but instead of releasing me like I had hoped, his grip on me only tightened. I wasn’t graceful enough to land in a way that could’ve been sexy. My chest crashed onto his and I clambered up to straddle him.

Matteo dug his fingers into my hips, and I really wished I had picked different pajamas to wear to bed. My sleep shorts were basically replacing the underwear that I was not wearing. If I wiggled against him the right way, I could use his hardness to come.

“What are you going to do, amorina?”

The question left me speechless, but only for a moment.

I leaned in and planted my hands on either side of his face, watching the grin spread wide across his mouth. “I’m going to go shopping and spend your money, Matteo.”

I pushed away from him and the bed, yanking my foot from below his hips. Standing, I tried to jump off the bed. Tried. Because Matteo grabbed my ankles.

“I don’t think so,” he growled and slammed me back down onto his body, rolling us over until he was on top of me again. “Think this is funny, amorina?”

“Very,” I chuckled.

He wrapped his long fingers around my wrists, pinned me down to the bed, and nudged my legs apart again. Matteo leaned in, absolutely seething.

“You won’t be laughing when I fuck you so hard you’re sore for a week, Marcella.”

His chest was heaving, rage rolling off him in hot waves. Rage that was accurately aimed at me.

“Now…” he began and tightened his grip on my wrists. “I’ve gone far too fucking long without kissing you, so I’m going to kiss you and you will kiss me back. Am I clear, amorina?”

Why was his anger intoxicating? Why the hell did I want him to do far more than just kiss me?

“Yes,” I breathed.

Matteo smirked. “Brava ragazza.”

Oh, fuck. He called me a good girl in Italian.

Matteo’s mouth on mine was rough just like I had hoped it would be. His controlling nature carried over into his kiss, and as he released my wrists and his hands wandered, so did mine.

I didn’t want to like kissing Matteo…but I did. Cazzo, I did.

I had wanted his kiss to be terrible, all tongue and too much saliva, but it wasn’t terrible. It was great, and it was messing with my mind. I couldn’t enjoy kissing him, and I couldn’t enjoy everything that might come after a kiss with Matteo.

No. I couldn’t think about that. I couldn’t think about an after with Matteo when there wasn’t going to be an after with Matteo. I could only kiss him. Nothing further.

Matteo reached for my leg and thrust against me. A startled moan rattled from my throat that Matteo replied to with a groan.

Oddio, I wanted more. So much more.

His skin was smooth beneath my touch, all along his arms and across his chest. But when my fingers grazed over puckered skin on his stomach, I pulled my mouth away and tilted my head to see what it was.

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