Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
He takes one into his mouth, swirls his tongue around it gently, and bites down on it, causing me to gasp as the pleasure, mixed with pain, courses through my body.
He does the same thing to my other nipple, and I rub my center against him, craving the friction.
He lets go of my nipple and then lifts me into his arms and walks us over to the bench where he lifts weights. He lays me across it and then walks over to the end and peels the yoga pants, which Peyton lent me, and my panties down my legs, discarding them to the side.
“So fucking beautiful.” He spreads my legs so my pussy is completely exposed to him. “And already so wet.”
He drags the tip of his finger down my slit and then slaps the top of my pussy, making me jump. He does it again and again, until I’m a writhing mess, wondering if it’s possible to orgasm from this alone.
“I should bend you over and spank your ass.” He pushes two fingers roughly into me. “Do you have any idea how scared I was?”
His eyes meet mine, and goose bumps spread across my body as he confirms that he is in fact mad that I was taken. And not just at the person who took me, but at me for letting it happen.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I didn’t—”
He slaps the top of my pussy again, and I cry out.
“It’s my job to protect you,” he mutters, his gaze locked with mine, “and I failed.”
The rawness in his tone causes tears to prick my eyes, but I blink them away, knowing now is not the time. He needs me to be strong, to help him work through all the emotions he’s struggling with.
Before I can argue that he didn’t fail, he flips me over onto my hands and knees. I’ve barely steadied myself when a loud crack hits the air at the same time his palm lands on my left ass cheek.
“Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?” he breathes out, his voice shaky. “Thinking I was never going to see you again.”
His hand connects with my right cheek, and I hiss at the painful pleasure his smack emits.
“I told you not to leave your guard, but you didn’t listen,” he chokes out.
And it hits me …
He’s not mad at me. He’s mad that he couldn’t protect me. He’s mad at the lack of control he has. He doesn’t know how to deal with the feelings he has for me. And I get it because I’ve never felt so strongly for anyone the way I feel for Matteo.
“Matteo, I’m sorry,” I cry out when he spanks my ass again.
“Sorry wouldn’t have stopped you from being killed,” he says, rubbing the area he just smacked. “It doesn’t stop the ache that I feel in my chest every time I think about you sitting in that metal fucking chair, tied up.”
Another smack and then another. The pain has now turned into pleasure, the area between my legs tingling, as if he has a direct line to my pussy, and with each smack on my ass, I get more and more turned on.
I wait for another swat to come, welcoming it, but instead, he reaches over and tugs on my hair, pulling my head back so I’m forced to look at him.
“I don’t know what to do with these feelings,” he croaks out, his nearly black eyes boring into mine. “I want to burn this fucking city down to find the person who took you. I want to send you away so you aren’t a part of this world anymore …”
He brings his face close to mine, tightening his hold on my hair, and I sniffle back my tears as realization hits—I was taken, and I could’ve been killed. Up until now, I was numb from what happened, but seeing the devastation in his eyes, hearing them in his words, I feel every raw emotion.
“But more than anything,” he says, “I want to hold you so fucking close and never let you go. I love you, Dani, and I don’t know what the hell to do with that.”
He leans over and captures my mouth in a drugging kiss that has my heart racing in my chest and my legs clenching in want.
And then his mouth is gone, and before I can beg him to come back and kiss me again, he’s pushing his shorts down.
He pulls his erection out as he warns me to hold on, and then he grips my hips and thrusts into me so hard and deep that I couldn’t tell you where he ends and I begin.
Unlike the other times when we’ve had sex, where he makes sure I get off, he brings me to the brink of my orgasm, only to take it away.