Instead of answering, I thrust into her again and again while we both watch the woman being subjected to temperature play.The contrast of hot wax and the cool metal, pleasure and pain balanced on a knife’s edge.
As though she can feel it, Raven cries out when the metal touches the woman’s inner thigh, drawing a scream that resonates through the club.
“Fuck, that’s… wow,” Raven gasps, pushing back against me with renewed fervor. “Harder, Matteo. I need it harder. Fuck me like you can’t stand not to be buried inside me.”
I give her what she wants, driving into her with enough force to press her against the glass with each thrust. My hand returns to her throat, controlling her breaths, her moans, her pleasure. My other hand snakes around to find her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.
Raven’s breathing quickens, her inner muscles fluttering around me as she approaches another climax. “I’m close,” she warns, voice tight with need. “So fucking close.”
“Come on my cock,” I growl, my own release building at the base of my spine. “Let me feel you milk me while they all fuck beneath us.”
Her body obeys, clenching around me in rhythmic waves as she cries out my name. The sound of it—my name on her lips as she comes—pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep inside her, my release pulsing hot and thick as I mark her from the inside.
As we stand there, catching our breath, bodies still joined, a movement in the crowd below catches my eye. Gia stands at the edge of the bar, her gaze tilted up toward my office window.
Even in the dim light, I can see the narrowing of her eyes, the tight line of her mouth. Jealousy. Pure and simple.
Even though I know she can’t see us, it feels as though she’s watching. She’s probably guessing we’re up here since my window’s usually open while I watch what happens on Freaky Friday.
A possessive surge rushes through me, and I tighten my grip on Raven, pulling her closer against my chest.Mine.Not for show, not for the favor, but genuinely mine.
I love this woman.
Chapter 24
Matteo
Light filters through the cracks in Raven’s blinds, painting stripes across her naked body as she sleeps beside me.
I wake with her scent in my lungs and her leg thrown over mine, our skin still sticky from the night before. Watching her sleep feels like a privilege I haven’t earned—chest rising and falling with each breath, blonde hair spread across the pillow like spilled gold.
Mine.
The word beats in my blood with every pulse, a truth I never expected to find.
I shift carefully, not wanting to wake her yet. Last night plays through my head in flashes of skin and sound. The way she watched the show below us. The heat of her coming around me.
I should be satisfied. Instead, I’m already hard again, wanting more of her. This hunger for Raven isn’t something I recognize—it doesn’t burn out after being fed. It grows. Consumes.
Her mouth is slightly open, lips full and inviting. I trace the curve of her jaw with my thumb, then lower my head to press my lips to her throat. Her pulse flutters under my mouth, quickening even in sleep.
I take my time, dragging my tongue along the column of her neck, tasting salt and sweetness. Moving lower, I map the dip of her collarbone with my teeth, careful not to wake her yet.
The marks from last night stand out against her pale skin—evidence that she’s been claimed. I add another, sucking gently at the swell of her breast until the skin flushes red.
Her nipples are already hard, the metal bars catching the morning light. I’ve been obsessed with these piercings since the moment I saw them. I lower my mouth to the left one, dragging my tongue across the metal before sucking the hard peak between my lips.
My teeth scrape against sensitive flesh, and Raven wakes with a gasp that turns into a moan halfway through. Her back arches immediately, pushing her breast further into my mouth.
“Morning,” I murmur against her skin, looking up to find her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with want.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, one hand sliding into my hair.
I circle my tongue around her nipple before grazing it with my teeth again. Goosebumps erupt across her skin, and she shivers beneath me. Her breathing comes faster now, her body responding to my touch with an honesty her mouth sometimes lacks.
“Not planning on it, Little Thief.”
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hands explore lower. Her stomach jumps under my palm asI slide it down the plane of her abdomen. Her legs part for me without hesitation, and I find her already wet.
