Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I don’t have time to question the rampant tingles or my soaked panties. The “act” needs to continue. I’ll deal with the consequences later.
Matteo’s hand creeps across my spine, fingers splaying over the two dimples low on my back. He doesn’t pull me closer. He grounds me as if he knows I’m one breath away from unraveling.
His unspoken chivalry makes the situation even more intense.
Throughout the next few minutes, he kisses me back with so much certainty that my heart beats out the ballad of a hardcore rock band. He kisses like a man who doesn’t second-guess himself or fear the consequences of his actions.
His kiss reveals that he’s lived his entire life in the spotlight and has no plans to hide in the shadows anytime soon.
I hate how I memorize every stroke of his tongue and the sultry movements of his lips, and I hate how my body reacts eagerly to each touch. But more than anything, I hate how much I don’t want this to end.
His erection digs into my pussy, yet he does not shift away when I grind against it like an orgasm will solve all my problems.
Would it really hurt anyone if I granted myself this one small moment of pleasure?
With only one answer echoing in my mind, I stop kissing him—eventually.
It requires an enormous effort.
As the SUV turns a corner, the compound slips out of sight, and I pull back. I’m so breathless from his heart-stuttering kiss that my forehead rests on Matteo’s longer than it should.
His reputation isn’t one I should mess with, but can I really be blamed? He started this ploy. I merely ran with it once it proved successful.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Matteo’s breath is warm against my cheek.
“Yeah.” My voice is calmer than the shudders making a mess of my stomach. “I am. But that’s the point, isn’t it?”
He studies me, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that twists my stomach. “To make him jealous?”
“To make him furious,” I correct after settling into my side of the seat. “There’s a difference.”
A small knowing smile tugs at the corner of his kiss-swollen mouth, but he doesn’t deny my claim. He simply addresses my libido rather than my always-cautious head.
“Then why’d you stop?” He adjusts the tilt of his hips, destroying the mask I’ve been endeavoring to rebuild since he shattered it with one swipe of his tongue. We’re a measly thread pop away from his dick springing free from his trousers. “A kiss will keep Antonio seething for an hour… two at most. More will keep him furious for days.”
“More?” I ask, already knowing his reply.
Even a good righteous girl couldn’t mistake tension this white-hot.
“More,” Matteo repeats, his tone unchanged. There’s no forced coercion or stigma of involuntary participation. The ball is entirely in my court—just like it was in the mudroom of the Adami mansion.
If he hadn’t kissed me when he did, I doubt I would have held back a moment longer. I wasn’t solely desperate to prove his theory fraudulent. I wanted to do anything in my power to remove Isabella’s lustful eyes from him. She was stalking our departure as much as her brothers were, but her eyes didn’t veer from Matteo for a moment.
For some unknown reason, her hungry gawk made me furious.
Silence lingers between us as we undertake an intense stare-down. It isn’t uncomfortable. It’s charged with the hum of life. I can feel the imprint of his mouth on mine, the warmth of his hand on my back as he encouraged my grinds, and the stability of his presence in a world that has never given me consistency.
The quiet swirls chaos low in my stomach, but it also gives me plenty of time to rehearse Matteo’s plan in my head. He laid it out so confidently that one kiss has me believing in miracles.
All I have to do to make Antonio come crawling back on his hands and knees is make him insanely jealous.
It’s that simple.
Making him desire what he can’t have is a strategy I understand and can execute without a sliver of remorse.
My heart just needs to get the memo that men like Matteo are casualties of the game.
They can’t be a main player.
I know a great way to soften the blow to a man as dominating and imposing as a Caruso.
“Did you… Should I… If-if you want… I could…”
Matteo hooks his thumb to the scenery whizzing by the tinted window of the SUV. “Shall we head back there to undertake another lesson on how quickly the cutesy act deflates a man’s cock, or shall I whip out my dick and show you?”
He’s so crude, but for some reason, my pulse spikes instead of deflating.
“If you want me to suck your dick to thank you for your help, I can. But if you’d rather wait until you are home to stroke out the tension of our kiss like a loser with a baboon’s ass for a face, that’s fine too. Your loss.”