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)
“Sick fuck,” I mutter, my voice a mix of awe and disgust.
“So fucking sick,” Matteo agrees, his tone changing. It doesn’t sound as angry as it once did. It’s more subdued.
When he crowds me against the desk, I push up on my toes. It’s unclear whether I am attempting to kick him in the shins or realign our crotches. I’d say it’s a bit of both.
He arches me over the desk and pins my hands above my head with one hand before the other moves to the hem of my dress. It’s one of the ones he bought for me, so of course the hem is indecent.
Goose bumps follow the trek of his hand when he drags it from behind my knees to high on my thigh, but I still try to fight.
“Get the fuck off me.”
“Soon,” he replies, as if I said something else.
“Are you hard of hearing? I said get off me.” My last two words come out with a quiver when he slides his big, manly hand under the flare of my skirt. His touch is featherlike but catastrophic to my head. It intoxicates me more than any drink could.
His fingertips stop just short of my panties, and I want to kill him for it.
“Did you say something, micina?”
I don’t talk. I can’t. His hot breaths are an inch from my pussy.
Speak, my head screams. My body, however, has an opposing viewpoint. It does nothing but shudder with excitement.
“That’s what I thought.”
I moan when he grazes my clit with his index finger. I’m so wet I should be embarrassed. Instead, I roll my hips forward in desperation, willing to use the corner of the desk to get off if it will take the edge off.
Matteo tsks me before he pulls me back so not even a full thrust will connect my clit with the wooden trim.
“Asshole.”
I hear his smug grin more than I see it.
When he rests his thickened shaft back between my butt cheeks, I arch into his touch. I hate myself, but Isabella drugged me. That excuses everything, right?
He flips up the bottom of my dress, exposing me. A hot, rough moan hits my back when he spots the thin line of material wedged between my butt cheeks. This dress was too body-hugging to wear normal underwear. I had to borrow a pair that went with the garments he’d purchased for me.
“Did you wear these for me… or him?”
Hating the arrogance in his voice, I reply, “I didn’t know you’d be here. Make of that what you will.”
The heady aroma of lust fills the room when he slaps my ass cheek firmly enough to mark before he mutters, “Liar. Being photographed with me here earlier this week is the only reason they granted you access to this floor.”
Since I can’t dispute his claims, I remain quiet.
Confident that my legs are shaking too much for me to run, Matteo releases my hands and twirls me around to face him. He stands so close that there’s no way I can twirl without the most intimate parts of our bodies colliding.
Breathless, I crank my neck back and peer up at him. His eyes are even glassier now than they were this morning. I don’t think it’s just liquor fueling his motives, though. “Matt—”
He grabs my face with his calloused hands and pulls me forward until our lips collide, silencing me. His tongue piercing between my gaped mouth swallows my surprised yelp. He duels it with mine before he samples every corner of my mouth with slow, timed licks.
Days of frustration, anger, and unwanted desire pour into our embrace. We kiss for several long moments, the tension excruciating. I grind against him and moan into his mouth, desperate for more.
He kisses me like the world is ending before he lifts me onto the desk and spreads my thighs wide so he can fit between them, his mouth never leaving mine. When his hand creeps between us, I bite my bottom lip with hesitation before straying my eyes to the office door.
It’s closed but not locked.
His thumb finds my clit through my scant panties, and I squeeze my eyes shut and thrust my head back, unbothered that our exchange could get busted.
One touch and I am burning up everywhere.
“Matteo…”
He works my clit faster, loving the change in my tone. It went from brimming with anger to bursting with need.
Stroking me hard and fast, he brings me to the very edge with nothing but the tips of his fingers. His skills are mesmerizing, and I’m soon under his spell.
As my vagina seeks something to cling to, he pushes his tongue back into my mouth with force. The thought of any part of his body deep inside me, claiming me, brings stars before my eyes.
“Oh god,” I gasp as shimmers wreak havoc with my body.