Page 257 of Merciless Desires

“We should do this again sometime,” I said, grinning when Matteo glared down at me.

“You’re going to have to beg me to stop fucking you so much.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Is that so? Don’t start something you can’t handle, amorina.”

I tilted my head. “I thought I was handling you well, Matteo?”

“Fuck…” he hissed and slammed his lips against mine.

He reached for my hips, drawing me even closer as his thrusts became more urgent.

I was totally satisfied. I’d come, and now it was his turn. It felt so good, I didn’t want it to end. I never wanted this to end.

A deeper, more urgent pleasure ripped through me. Somehow, I came again. I felt my body spasm as I gasped for air between moans.

“Look at me when I fill my fucking pussy, amorina,” Matteo commanded gruffly.

My body went lax, and I popped my eyes open to look into those crazed hazel eyes.

The sound of our skin slapping mixed with Matteo’s urgent grunts as he came. Groaning, he kissed me hard, lifting my legs around his hips. He guided my hands around his neck, and he pushed us up and off the bed.

Slowing our kiss, Matteo walked us to the bathroom and turned the tap on the bathtub. As it filled, he placed me on the edge of the vanity and opened a drawer to my left. I watched as he ran a black washcloth under warm water and brought it to where we were still joined. I liked feeling him throbbing inside me, but as the pleasure faded, the pain had resurfaced.

Matteo pulled his cock out of me and covered my pussy with the washcloth. He glanced down at his cock, slick with blood, and then back at me with a sly grin.

“I’m your first and only, amorina.”

“Well, except for that fling I’ll have with one of your men when I’m thirty and bored.” I teased.

Matteo’s jaw tensed. “No one touches what’s mine.”

“Except you?”

He carefully cleaned blood and cum from my pussy and inner thighs and then wiped his cock. “Except me.” Matteo tossed the washcloth aside and placed both hands on the counter by my hips. “I hope you’re joking, amorina.”

I grabbed his chin and drew his face forward. “Jealous, Matteo?”

He nodded once. “My men aren’t allowed to look at you, let alone lay a fucking finger on you. I’ll kill any man that isn’t me who touches you.”

“So that’s why everyone pretended I didn’t exist when we first met.”

Another stiff nod. “Yes. I’m possessive over what’s mine, and that includes you.”

Done with the conversation, Matteo scooped me up from the counter and stepped into the bathtub, depositing me in the hot water. He turned the tap off and settled himself on the opposite end of the tub, drawing me between his legs.

I pressed my back against his chest and peered up at him. He was still tense. I reached up and ran my fingers along his cheek. He relaxed, and I was thankful he reacted to my touch.

Matteo bent to kiss me, and I realized that this could work.

Us.

I didn’t quite hate him anymore, and he seemed to tolerate me. It was a start, at least.

“You’re going to be sore,” Matteo began, and dipped a hand in the water.

His fingers drifted over my thigh and to my pussy. Using his pointer and middle fingers, he parted my folds and soothed the tender area gently.

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