“I won’t be gentle, baby. I can’t.”
“Then don’t be,” I whisper, leaning in and finding his mouth, reveling in the heat emanating from his body. His muscles are tight with barely restrained power, and his eyes are bright with danger. With darkness that rivals the night. "Don’t hold back with me.”Never with me.“I can handle you, Matteo. All of you!”
His mouth pushes back to mine in a hungry kiss as he reaches between us to undo his pants. My hands move urgently to undo his shirt, whining into the kiss when I feel his sculpted chest, bronzed under the moonlight. He’s big… everywhere. My breath catches in my throat when he releases his cock. I’m trembling when he slides his hand under my skirt and rips my panties off, no doubt bruising my skin, but I feel nothing but the ache between my legs, desperately craving relief that only he can sate.
Matteo flips me onto my back and settles between my thighs. It's a tight squeeze for a man built like he is, but he doesn't seem to care as he shoves my thighs wider apart. I groan when I feel the hard press of his cock against my damp flesh, trembling with need to soothe the beast in him.
In the dark interior of the car, I can’t make out much of those dark eyes, but I can feel them on me. Hungry. Predatory.
"You're a drug," he rasps into the dark, running his hand between my thighs. Up and up… my back arches when he pushes a long finger into me, stretching me, twisting around before pulling out. He adds another and starts to pump them in and out of me, his breath panting right along with mine. It’s sweet torture, the way he touches me, drives me to madness with his fingers until I'm on the brink of falling apart. Then, he cruelly pulls out. I’m trembling, delirious with need when he lines up his cock with my pussy.
“Please.”
I scream when he slams into me.
A raw sound tears from my throat as he buries his thickness inside of me. He grips my hip, and it's all the warning I get before he fucks me like a beast. He doesn’t hold back, not an ounce of his power as he hammers into me, hard and fast. I can’t do anything but hold onto him as he pounds into me with brutal thrusts, rocking the car, grunting feverishly into my neck as he seeks to stake his claim.
“Mine!”
It echoes in the air. I feel it on my skin. It’s a mating call—one I answer with a call of my own.
“Yours,” I sob, holding on to him as he pins me down and takes me with brute force, wet squelching sounds filling the car. The deep possessiveness of his actions tugs me closer to orgasm. It builds at lightning speed, threatening to overwhelm me with its intensity, so I hold on to my husband, digging my nails into his back.
I scream when the orgasm roars through me, scratching at his shoulder and tearing at his shirt as my pussy constricts violently around his cock, so good it borders on pain. I losecontrol of my body, shaking feverishly under him as he pins me down, taking… possessing… claiming me.
He grinds into me, his movements becoming jerky, and I feel it the moment he finds his release. His muscles tense, and he stills a second before he floods me with his wet heat. He bellows like a bull, hips slapping into mine, his entire body shaking as he pushes his seed deeper into my core. He buries his face into my neck, moaning roughly as his cock jerks inside of me until I've milked him dry. His thrusts slow before his muscles lose power, and he falls on top of me.
I wrap my arms around his powerful shoulders and hold him through the shudders rolling through his body. "I was afraid I was going to be too late," he says, his voice ragged against my ear. “I was ready to tear apart the whole neighborhood. I would have burned it to the ground if something had happened to you.”
Something about the way he speaks tells me that he means every word he is saying and it should scare me.
And it does, a little.
But it also fills me with joy to know that I matter to him enough that I am worth scorching the earth for—however twisted that sounds.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, slipping my fingers into his hair, loving the way it feels between my fingers. “When I was in that warehouse, I only had one regret. It made me sick to my stomach thinking that I would never get to see you or tell you that… I love you.”
I hold my breath, anticipating his reaction. Did I make things awkward with my words? No, I don’t care. Thinking I would never get to say those words broke my heart. I don’t care that Matteo might not feel the same way…
“I love you, Sofia Rossi.Tesoro mio.La mia regina.”
My heart stops and when Matteo pulls back to look down at me, I wish for better lighting so I can see his eyes. I didn’t imagine those words, right?
“You have my ring, my name, my loyalty. You’re the queen of my empire and my heart.”
Chapter Nine
Matteo
A man never truly knows what is in his heart until he nearly loses it.
I could have lost her.
The madman who hid within my family could have shot Sofia before we got to her, and that thought still chills my blood with both fear and rage. A part of me wanted to punish Bruno with more than a few bullet wounds, but that would have meant leaving Sofia alone. Fuck, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her for more than a few minutes in the past two days. I had to trust Nicolo to deal with his brother.
I didn’t realize how much I needed Sofia in my life—how she’d become the center of it—until she woke up one morning happy that I was there. I’m usually gone before she’s up, but there is something precious about watching the woman I have surrendered my heart to wake up in my arms. Watching her eyes flutter open and her lips stretch in a shy smile sends my heart racing and my body aching for her.
“Good morning,tesoro mio,” I say hoarsely, leaning down and brushing my lips over her forehead. “Did you sleep well?”
