Page 255 of Merciless Desires

He was older than me, experienced in a way I wasn’t allowed to be, and even the way he kissed me let me know that he fucked, and he fucked well.

Matteo walked straight past my bedroom. I gazed at him, confused, but he just grinned at me and nudged open the double doors at the end of the hallway.

It was his bedroom.

The walls and ceiling were a smoky gray color, and I was surprised that the room wasn’t all black and white. Warm wooden flooring spread across the space and into a bathroom with a deep soaker tub that could be seen from the bed.

The bed. Matteo’s bed.

The bed that he tossed me down onto, with deep forest green blankets and ashy gray pillows that Matteo pushed aside.

“There’s color,” I whispered as Matteo kneeled on the edge of the bed.

He bit a grin away. “Yeah, amorina. And I intend to paint you all over this room.”

The flash of silver drew my attention away from his handsome face to his left hand, where he held a folding knife. My smile slipped away, and I wondered what I had done to deserve this pain.

Matteo grabbed my ankle and pulled me toward him, nudging my legs apart with his knee. “Trust me, amorina?”

“Not entirely.”

He leaned in and chuckled down at me. “Then don’t move.”

The tip of the knife came into view before it darted down quickly. Matteo gripped the bust of my dress, holding it away from me, and he sliced at the dress between my tits. He worked slowly, lifting the dress away from my skin before continuing to cut it off me.

“I always have this on me.” He grazed the tip of the knife up my torso from my belly button to the center of my bra. “You never know…” He tucked the knife below my bra and yanked it up, splitting the garment down the middle. “When you might need it.”

“If you keep ruining my clothes, I won’t have anything to wear.”

“That’s the point, amorina.”

The blade tickled my skin again, trailing down to my panties that I knew he was about to cut off me. The action still made me gasp. A quick slice of fabric at one hipbone and again at the other.

Flicking the knife closed, Matteo leaned back and tucked it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. I felt all too exposed while he was fully dressed, something that he already knew.

He undressed gradually, first his suit jacket and the holster he had been wearing beneath it. He undid each button of his shirt tediously slow, grinning wickedly when he noticed I was squirming.

I wanted this. I wanted him.

Resting his hand on his belt buckle, Matteo gazed at me and tilted his head to the side. “Hmm…you first.”

“What?”

He slipped his hand below my back and pulled me away from the scraps of my dress and bra, yanking them from beneath me, then sat up fully and guiding me onto his thighs. He was breathing heavy, gaze locked on the sliced panties that barely covered my pussy, but he didn’t take them off me, just stared, and his grip on me was tight.

I reached down and let the fabric fall. I lifted myself off his thighs, grabbed the scrap of lace, and tossed it aside. I was completely naked when I sank back down on his lap. Completely naked and completely inexperienced.

With a low growl, Matteo tossed me onto the bed and brought his hungry mouth down to mine. I didn’t think his kiss could get any rougher, any more urgent. But it did.

His mouth roamed over my skin, down my collarbone and across my tits, licking and sucking and nibbling until it hurt. I arched my back to him, needing more.

As his kiss reached my mound and he nudged my legs over his shoulder, Matteo peered up at me, his hazel eyes a shade darker with lust. “I will worship you, Marcella. With my mouth, with my hands, and with my cock. Sì?”

He was asking…permission? To take what was rightfully his? Claim me the way he deserved?

“Yes,” I breathed.

The word was barely past my lips when Matteo sealed his mouth over my clit. Guttural sounds left me as Matteo touched me in a way I had never been touched, slipping a finger inside me, then another, and another, prodding and stretching.

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