I’ll go see my gynecologist too and get on birth control.
The kiss slowed down, and I felt Matteo smile against my lips, making me do the same.
He leaned in one more time for a quick kiss, before pulling back. Reaching for the nightstand to our side, he turned on the lamp.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the brightness and turned away from the light as he moved to get off me.
I was about to pass out. My head was still swarming and my body was tired from pleasure. I rubbed my face on the silk pillowcase, getting comfier.God, everything felt amazing.
“Francesca.”
“Mmm.”
Another beat of silence.
“Why is there blood on my cock?”
My eyes shot open.
I panicked for just a second before realizing he was, after all, just a man.
“Oh…” I pushed up on my elbows, slow and nonchalant. “I must have gotten my period while we…”
I trailed off when my eyes came up to his face.
Because I suddenly got the wholeDiablothing.
Matteo looked… Intimidating.
My eyes dropped, down his defined abdomen, to his still hard cock… And the faintest pink streaks ofmyblood smeared on it. It was barely anything. He just had to be dramatic.
I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling less confident about my lying skills, attempting to still play it off. “I’m going to go wash and find a tampon–”
I moved to get off the bed, but Matteo immediately grabbed me in an iron hold by my upper arm, keeping me there. Out of instinct, I looked up at him.
His eyes were cruel – and for the first time, directedatme.
“You think I’ve never fucked a woman on her period before?”
A moment of silence.
Then the distant sound of glass shattering.
But he didn’t hear it.
I was the only one that heard and felt the absolute crack in my chest.
My eyes watered. And I didn’t know why, or why I couldn’t stop, or hold it in like I always did…
And then the anger kicked in.
“Thanks for making me feel so special.”
I ripped my arm from his hold, roughly, and without another look or word, stormed off to the bathroom. Feeling the soreness and post-first-time ache – I ignored it, determined to make it to the safety of an enclosed space where I’d be alone.
Locking the bathroom door behind me, I moved to the toilet.
I took in a deep, shaky breath, attempting to regain myself. But instead of releasing a calm breath, tears began streaming down my face in silence.
