Pulling the condom over my erection. I smirk down at her, then grab her throat and push her back. She lifts her dress. I nudge her pants to the side as I line up with her soaking pussy. “You ready?”
She gasps but nods, gripping on to the edge of the counter as her back arches over the sink. I grip tighter around her throat, making sure I leave more bruises as I slam straight inside her. She screams out at the intrusion. I grip her hip, and my fingers bite down against her milky pale skin. I thrust into her, and she squeals out. I smash against her.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, you dirty fucking whore. Does your fiancé get you this wet?” Her eyes widen as I pull her face towards mine, slamming into her as she tries to scream out. Her hand flies to my wrist as I tighten again and slam into her. Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Her eyes widen as I grin down at her.
“Every time he fucks you, you’ll only be able to feel me. He will pale in comparison.” I smash into her and she mewls and writhes as I crash our bodies together. I twist my grip leaving redder and darker marks, thrusting into her. I release her bruised hip and reach up, groping at her breasts and nipples through her dress before ripping the front down and pinching at the skin. I take her breast in my hand and tighten my hold until the fingerprints show. I squeeze, and she tries to scream out.
Her eyes flutter, and I release my hold a little as she gasps, screaming out for me. I grin down at her. Lean in and suck her nipple into my mouth. I roll my teeth over it as I suck. Making sure it marks so beautifully against allthat pale skin. Popping off when I’ve left enough devastation.
“I’m gonna send you back to him bruised and tender, and every time he touches you, you’ll wince away and want me.”
“Fuck,” she gasps out. As she writhes beneath me, I crash into her over and over again until she screams out. Her eyes flutter as she comes around my cock, slicking over the condom before gasping and going limp.
I don’t finish, she doesn’t deserve my cum. I let go and rip myself out of her, dropping to my knees. I slide my hands up her thighs while she tries to catch her breath. I look up at her as I lick up her thigh. When I get to the top, I suck, and suck hard, her thigh reddening before going purple. She gasps and claws at the top of my head trying to push me away. I move slightly before biting down hard, sinking my teeth in harsher than necessary. She tugs at my hair, yanking and pushing, trying to free the grip I have on her. I relax off with a smirk. I stand abruptly.
“Explain that to your fucking fiancé, you fucking filthy whore.” I yank my jeans back over my dick. I don’t even remove the condom. I just storm out, leaving her covered in marks. I don’t know why she made me so angry, and I don’t know why I fucked her, but I’m the one left with regret as I throw the door open and storm across the gravel to my car.
When I climb inside, I punch the wheel. And yell. “Fuck, why did you fuck with my head?”
I undo my fly, ripping the condom off and tossing it out of the window. There’s an instant relief from the strangling sensation, the feel of it against my skin feltstifling, almost like it was taunting me. Like I’ll never have her now.
Iscreech out onto the road, wheel spinning as the car fights for traction. I scream up the road and head back to Arianna’s. Whatever happens from here, I will see the real her whether she wants me to or not.
I slam the brakes on, skidding to a stop, as I pull up to the house. Panic sets in as I see the van outside. I’ve only been gone a few hours. A cleaning crew. All thoughts flee me, other than I need to get to her. I need her in my arms. I need to make sure she’s safe. I rip open the door, slamming it closed behind me as I bolt up the steps, rushing inside. Thundering down the hallway towards the living room. Shirtless, Arianna stands with her hands on her hips, and Matteo leans in far closer than necessary, talking to her. His breath flutters those fine hairs that frame her face, his gaze staring down at her chest. Their arms touch. I rip him back.
“Get the fuck away from her,” I snarl. He glares back at me. I take her in, her barely clothed form, the blood splatter across her face and chest. The dark bruising around her neck. Seeing the other bruises from the crash, I know these weren’t there before.
“Who did this to you?” I demand. “Who the fuck did this to you?” I turn and punch Matteo, and he stumbles back. When I go to hit him again, she grabs my arm. And all the tension goes out of me. I turn back to her and lower my voice. I lift my hand to her cheek and slide the otherhand around her hip, pulling her to me. “Who. Did. This. To. You?” I rasp out, struggling to contain my rage, my emotions, my fucking everything. Her eyes close for a second, and I rest my head against hers. “Who?”
Her eyes flick to mine. A second of softness before the wall flies up, her stare hardens, and a snarl passes over her features. “Go take a shower. I can smell the cheap booze and even cheaper whore on you.”
I step back, my eyes glare at her, and she walks away. As I turn around, I take a punch to the cheek, my head whips, and when I look back, Matteo’s there, smirking.
“Well played, lover boy.” He grins as he turns and follows after her. I flop down on the couch and blow out a breath. I scrub my hands through my hair and I rest my elbows on my knees, tugging at the strands in frustration.
“What the fuck have I done?” I scrub my palms into my eyes. The dread, guilt, and downright stupidity I have feels like a big fist grabbing my heart and constricting it. The pain sticks in my chest. My breath catches in my throat and my eyes blur as I try to catch my breath.
Arianna
Chapter Seventeen
I turn on my heels and fuck right off out of there. I’m livid. My blood boils, and my brain starts to taunt me. Ridicule echoes around me. I know we’re not together, and we only have a thinly veiled verbal agreement. Nothing ironclad. No relationship to speak of, but the way he acted like he cared.
I wanted to melt into his arms, to let him wrap me in his strong embrace and tell me everything will be okay. When he touched my cheek and pulled me to him, I wanted to belong, to be his. I wanted a moment of weakness. A moment to breathe and be vulnerable. But then I could smell her on him. Her cheap perfume clung to his clothes. The stench of sex hung in the air and stung my nose, cheap booze, and an even cheaper woman. He’s only been gone a few hours, so he’s either a slut or he’s in a relationship, but what the fuck do I care?
“Miss Bianchi.” I keep walking. “Miss Bianchi.” I quicken my steps. Hastily retreating towards the confines of my room, safe and alone, where the humiliation can taunt me in private. “Arianna.”
I slow. The way he says my name, the mild desperation that has his voice breaking, the way he came after me. Maybe I picked the wrong man. Maybe I should send Vittorio back to his family. I turn, blow out a breath and bring my eyes to meet his.
“Matteo, how can I help you?” I stare up at him, gazing into those chocolate eyes. His face softens as he gives me a tentative smile.
“I just wanted to check on you.” His eyes flick to my neck and back up again. His hand reaches out. As if he’s going to touch me, but he stops, his hand hovering between us as he contemplates whether this is a good idea. I stare at him. Wondering if he should cross that line, if he should make a move with the mood I’m in. If I would allow it, if he did? I wouldn’t be mad about it.
He stares at me, waiting for me to give him a sign. The corner of my lip turns as his hand moves towards my neck. I stare up at him. He’s handsome, not Vittorio handsome, but still a damn good-looking man, and I have needs. I can take something for myself, I can cross the line, but is that sensible, is this the right way to go? The heat from his hand caresses my neck, and I allow myself to shut out every thought, every feeling as he strokes over the bruising. I close my eyes and lean into his touch.
“Arianna,” he rasps out, and I open my eyes to look at him. I need something, but do I need it from him? I need to feel. Everything is just going to shit. The tension I have, it’s wound so tight. A need to release tingles through me.
My gaze burns into his as I stare at him. He leans closer, his eyes staying on mine. His soft caress of my neck steadies as his hand moves up to my jaw. He tilts my head to look at him his thumb brushes along my cheek,and I allow him to. He stares at me, his chest rising and falling heavier than before.
