And I was going to bring him to his knees by well, dropping to mine.
The idea had formed in my room when I had been pacing back and forth, and honestly, it made so much sense.
I had gone into this situation with some foolish romantic idea that things would be the same between me and Matteo. When in reality, even six years ago, everything he had said had been a lie anyway.
There was no me and him.
There never had been, and I had to start remembering that. The man I had fallen in love with wasn’t real, and even if he had been, this Matteo was going to marry someone else.
In his mind, I was nothing but a high-class call girl. A mistress andnot wife material. It hurt, but I had been through worse pain because of him.
If Matteo wanted a mistress, I would give him a mistress. Hell, I would be the best damn mistress in the entire city and give him exactly what he wanted.
Me.
His eyes narrowed, darting down as I licked my lips. And there it was. That need.
“If you want me to?” Pressing my hands against his chest, I smiled down at him. Under my palm, his heart was thundering. Galloping away. Under my body, his cock was pulsating like it had a mind of its own.
I ground my hand down onto it.
His full lips parted. “I want you.” He sucked in a breath, a groan almost falling from his mouth as I continued to work him through his clothes.
I couldn’t help it. My eyebrows shot up.
He wanted me?
“I want you to taste me,” he amended quickly. Grabbing hold of my cheeks, he squeezed. “I want you to suck me so good that I forget how mad I am at you.” He squeezed tighter. “Is that understood? Can you do that?”
My face still caught in his vice-like grip, I nodded.
“Take my clothes off,” he ordered, letting go of my face. Confused, I stared at him. Had I heard him right, or was this some new test that I didn’t understand?
“I want your hands and mouth on me, Sophia.” Letting go of me completely, he motioned for me to stand up. I scrambled to my feet, watching him with wary eyes as he got to his feet as well. Towering over me, he ran his hands down the front of my blouse, flattening the material to my breasts.
“Actually, take your clothes off first,” he said gruffly. “I want to see you naked on your knees as I fuck…” He paused, his eyes appraising me as I began to undo the bottom buttons of my shirt slowly.
“Slower,” he ordered when I tugged it free and slipped it down my shoulders.
I slowed my movements. Made each one of them deliberate. It should have embarrassed me, but how could I be embarrassed around Matteo when he was looking at me with so much heat in his eyes?
Finally, I stepped out of my thong and reached for him, running my hands down his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly.
I didn’t take as much time undressing him as I did myself.
Finally, we stood there naked. Each staring at the other like we didn’t know whether we wanted to fuck or kill each other, and honestly, it was always going to be a bit of both when it came to us.
“Sophia.” Groaning, he called my name. His eyes were hooded as I slid down to my knees.
“Yes, baby?” I smiled up at him, curling my hand around the throbbing base of his cock. I brought my lips to it, and without warning, took it into my mouth as far as it would go.
A low guttural sound filled the air around us.
Smiling around the thick cock in my mouth, I bobbed my head up and down towards him, taking as much as I could into the back of my throat and holding it there because that’s exactly how he liked it.
“Jesus.”
Flicking my eyes up to him, I watched his head fall back. He was losing himself in the feel of my wet mouth around him.
