“If Gio is making you do something, then tell me, and I can put an end to it.” I took a step toward her, and she took a step away. Like she was afraid of me.
Or maybe she was afraid of what would happen if she let me hold her.
“He’s not making me do anything.” Again, she said it too quickly. “I’m going to bed.”
I followed after her.
“Alone, Matteo,” she snapped.
“Like hell you are, Sophia. We need to talk.” I caught her around the waist again.
“I have nothing to say to you.” She struggled against me.
“Then don’t talk.” Stepping into the room, I kicked the door shut behind us. Another step, and I threw her down on the soft mattress. She bounced once and then angrily turned over.
I launched myself onto her, trapping her with my body and making a cage with my arms on either side of her shoulders.
“Just fucking listen instead.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Matteo
“What are you doing?” Sophia looked up at me with those wide, secret-filled eyes, and I felt my cock harden even more.
God, she was beautiful.
And infuriating.
“I’m making you listen,” I said, because this time, my head had to take over. The ache in my cock would have to wait.
“Talk…”
I cut her off. “Do you remember when I told you that we couldn’t see each other anymore?” Idly, I stroked my fingers down her cheek.
“Yes. I wish you had meant it.”
“No, you don’t.” I shook my head. She could say that all she wanted, but the look in her eyes gave her away. “Do you remember the next time we saw each other?”
Her eyes widened. “Vaguely.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Liar.”
I knew she remembered, because I remembered it all so vividly. There were a few moments in my life that were seeded into my brain, and this was one of them.
Yes, I remembered the first time I saw her as a woman and not just Gio’s kid sister, and I remembered the first time I had tasted her lips against mine.
But the first time I had seen her after telling her we were over was so ingrained in my mind that it was part of my soul, because that was the day I realized it was all over for me.
There would never be anyone else for me but her.
Even from within the house, I could hear the sound of raised voices.
“Something wrong?” I asked Gio, who was reclining on the sun lounger next to me. A beautiful girl in the smallest bikini known to man sat over him, right over his junk. She was rubbing sun tan lotion over his chest.
He shrugged. His hands closed around her waist and dragged her against him.
I tore my eyes away. Was he seriously dry jumping a girl in front of me? If things went any further, I would have to leave. There was no way I was waiting around to watch that particular show.
