“Sierra.” My voice is rough. “I need your words.”
“Yes.” She gasps when I grip her hips. “Do it. Fuck me.”
I reach between us and grip my cock, lining myself up at her entrance. Sierra tightens her legs around me and slowly lowers herself onto me.
“Oh God.” She stops halfway, her body trembling. “You’re so big. I can’t...”
But she doesn’t stop. She keeps going, taking me inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt. She cries out. I bury my face in her neck, struggling for control.
Then she starts to move.
Up until just the tip remains. Down hard. We both make raw sounds of pleasure.
Sierra braces her hands on my shoulders and rides me rough. Slow at first, then faster. Pleasure buzzes through every nerve. I lose sense of everything but this woman, this moment. She’s my entire universe.
“Fuck.” I toss my head back. “You feel so good, baby. This tight pussy is killing me.”
“Matteo.” My name is a prayer on her lips. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Then come for me.” I grip her ass and pull her down harder. “Come all over my cock, Sierra. I want to feel it.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her muscles flutter around me. “I’m coming, Matteo. Oh God?—”
Her nails bite into my skin. The pain pushes me over the edge.
We come together. An explosion of everything we’ve been holding back. She shudders in my arms, clinging to me as she comes down.
For the first time in my life, I feel connected to someone.
Really connected.
Sierra kisses my cheek, sleepy and soft. She’s asleep within seconds.
I wrap my arm around her, but sleep doesn’t come. My mind won’t shut off.
This was supposed to be about Viktor. About revenge. About using her to get to my enemy.
Somewhere along the way, I caught feelings.
Sierra’s sunshine and warmth and everything bright in this fucked-up world. I’m violence and blood and darkness. I’ve done bad things. I’ll do more.
I could ruin her.
No matter how I feel, she deserves better than me.
I tell myself that over and over until the words lose all meaning.
But my arm stays wrapped around her anyway.
21
MATTEO
“I can’t believewe’re actually planning our wedding.” Sierra fidgets with the ring on her finger. “It doesn’t feel real.”
It’s starting to feel real to me. That’s the problem.
When Lorenzo ordered me to marry her, it was strategy. A weapon. A means to an end.
