Her body is giving out. Her head falls back, eyes fluttering as her pussy clenches around me, slick and pulsing. She’s close—I feel it in the catch of her breath, in the way her body tightens, straining for the edge.
I press my hand between us, thumb finding her clit. She jerks in my grip like I’ve electrified her.
“Don’t hold back now,” I snarl. “Come for me, Beatrice. Let this wall hear you. Let the whole damn building hear who you belong to.”
“No,” she gasps, shaking her head.
Stubborn girl.
But her hips are grinding against my hand, her body betraying her mouth.
“Yes,” I command. “Don’t fucking lie to me. You’re mine, bella. Mine when you come. Mine when you break.”
My lips crush hers just as her body shatters.
She falls apart in my arms, pulsing around me, clinging like she’s drowning. Her moans pour into my mouth—raw, desperate—her entire body convulsing as she explodes around me.
I don’t stop. I don’t give her a second to recover. I grab her hips and fuck her through the orgasm, chasing mine with ruthless hunger.
She’s sobbing my name now, overstimulated, ruined, trembling.
One more thrust. Then another. I slam into her so hard the shelves behind us rattle; a broom clatters to the floor—and I go still. With a guttural, monstrous growl, I empty inside her, filling her to the brim, forehead pressed to hers, my hand still tangled in her hair.
We stay like that. No words. Just breath. Heat. And the lingering scent of sex in the air.
I wantto tell her I feel more alive with her than I ever did carving empires from blood and bullets. That I’ve spent years building walls no woman has ever touched—until now. But I don’t. I just breathe her in like she’s the last bit of oxygen on earth.
We stay suspended in the thickness of the climax we created. I don’t move, afraid to burst the fragile bubble wrapped around us.
But she has other ideas.
I feelthe exact moment logic returns to her—her body stiffens in my hold. She pushes against my chest, and I let her.
I blink and step back, tucking myself into my pants while she fixes her dress and hair. I watch her the entire time, but she won’t meet my gaze. She bends down to pick up her bag. I hadn’t even noticed it had fallen.
When she straightens, her lips part, but no words come out. She bites her lower lip, nervous. I know exactly what she’s about to say, and I’m not having any of it.
“Don’t,” I say the moment I see her mouth move. “Don’t you dare say this was a mistake when this felt… so… so real.”
Her eyes soften. “That’s just the adrenaline talking, Matteo. We… snapped. That’s all it was.”
I shake my head. “Don’t reduce what just happened to getting my dick wet. It was more than that, Beatrice. I know it. You know it. But it seems I’m the only one willing to admit it.”
She flinches like my words hit her across the face. “I need to go.”
She tries to move around me, but I block her path. She tries again; I stop her again. She exhales a frustrated breath and finally meets my eyes.
“We can’t do this, Matteo.” She attempts to slip past me once more, but I step in front of her. “Matteo, please…”
I stare down at her, my heart hammering like a wild bull. “I’ve been running from this for weeks. But no matter how hard I try, somehow all the roads lead me back to you. We can’t fight this. We are inevitable, bella.”
“You think that.” Her voice cracks, but she steadies it. “But we both know better. Giacomo is not a man to be played with, and I’ve already risked enough when it comes to you.”
She looks up at me, her brown eyes softening into warm caramel. She rises onto her toes and presses the gentlest kiss to my cheek. “Goodbye, Matteo.”
She sidesteps me and walks out of the room and I let her go—but every inch of my soul claws after her like a dying man reaching for light. I should chase her. I should remind her that no one will ever take her from me. But I don’t. Not yet.
I stand there, watching her walk away. Everything in me begs to follow her, to pull her back into my arms and never let her leave.
