"You want this?" I ask, climbing onto the bed, caging her beneath me.
"Yes," she breathes, reaching for me.
I capture her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. My mouth claims hers again, bruising, while my free hand shoves her skirt higher, fingers finding her still-wet pussy.
I slide two inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her gasp into my kiss. She's tight, clenching around me, and I pump them slowly, stretching her.
"So wet for me," I murmur against her lips. "You love this, don't you? Me touching you. Me making you come."
She nods, hips bucking. "More. Please."
I add a third finger, thrusting harder, thumb circling her clit. Her walls flutter, another orgasm building fast.
But I want her screaming my name when I fuck her.
I release her wrists, grabbing her thighs instead, spreading her wide. Positioning myself at her entrance, I tease her with the head of my cock, rubbing it through her folds.
"Beg for it, Rose."
"Fuck me, Matteo," she pleads, nails digging into my shoulders. "I need you inside me."
That's all it takes.
I thrust in, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cries out, back arching, and I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size. She's like velvet around me, hot and gripping.
Then I move, pulling out slow before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
The bed creaks under us, headboard thumping against the wall. I fuck her deep, angling my hips to grind against her clit with every thrust. Her breasts bounce with the force, and I lean down to bite one nipple, sucking hard as I pound into her. Sweat slicks our skin, the room filling with the sounds of flesh slapping, her moans, my grunts.
"Harder," she begs, surprising me, her legs locking around my waist. “Please, please?—”
I oblige, gripping her ass to lift her, driving even deeper. My balls tighten, pleasure coiling low. She's close again, pussy squeezing me like a vise.
I reach between us, pinching her clit, and she explodes, screaming my name as she comes, milking me.
I follow seconds later, roaring as I spill inside her, hot pulses filling her up.
We collapse together, panting, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I don't pull out, staying buried deep as I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
I didn’t want to taint her. But fuck me, I’m glad I did.
Because there’s no going back for me now. Rose Brown ismine.
And I'll show her every dark corner of what that means.
13
ROSE
Sunlight filters through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. I blink awake, my body aching in the best way possible, every muscle reminding me of the night before.
God. Did that really happen?
But it must have, because Matteo’s here.
His arm is draped heavily across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath steady and warm against my neck. We're naked, skin to skin, and the intimacy of it all makes my heart stutter.
I shift slightly, and he stirs, his grip tightening possessively.
