Page 263 of Merciless Desires

“Ground rules, amorina. If I get to come, so do you.”

“I don’t think I have it in me…”

Matteo drew languid circles against my clit. “There are a few more ground rules we need to go over. This room is no longer where you stay, is that clear?”

I pressed my lips firmly together to try and quell the moan that hung on the tip of my tongue, but it slipped out when I replied. “Yes.”

“Good.” I could hear the triumphant grin in his tone. “You will sleep in bed with me however you like. I do prefer you like this, though.”

The tantalizing rhythm on my already aroused bud was making me delirious. Each swirl brought me closer and closer, but not fast enough.

“Need to know if you understand, Marcella,” he whispered against my ear.

“Uh-huh.”

Matteo chuckled. “Good girl.”

I groaned. Those goddamn words.

“Last rule…for now, anyway.” He kissed my cheek and his hand moved faster.

I gripped the edge of the tub, desperate little sounds slipping from between my lips.

“My hands, tongue, and cock are the only things you can use to come, understood?”

The movement stopped. I groaned and tossed my head back against his shoulder. I knew he was smiling without having to look.

“Yes,” I breathed, allowing him more. More control, more of me.

But…I didn’t mind. I kind of…liked it. Far more than I should have.

“That’s my girl.” His tone was as rough as his touch that left me squirming and panting in his arms.

I had lost count of the number of times this man had made me orgasm in a twenty-four-hour period.

We were just exploring…right? Figuring each other out. There was no possible way we could continue at this rate, as much as I would like it…

Chapter Nineteen

MATTEO

Marcella traced a finger along the serpent tattoo that wound along my left side. I closed my eyes and focused on her touch, tried to focus on anything that wasn’t Dominov.

Tried to focus on her.

She deserved that much from me. Hell, she deserved more. She deserved more than I could ever possibly give.

“What do you think about jewel tones?” Her question was a soft whisper that I almost missed.

Opening my eyes, I glanced down at her. She had stopped tracing my tattoo and rested her chin against my chest.

“Jewel tones?”

Slowly, she nodded. “For…our wedding. Like an emerald green or sapphire for dresses and ties and stuff.”

“If you want jewel tones, then we’ll have jewel tones, amorina.”

My response made her sigh. “I want your input.”

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