When she’s all done, she smiles at me. “Let me help you out of that dress.”
I try to protest, but she won’t let me as she spins me around and unzips me, tugging at the white gown. “There. Much better, right?”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling back.
“Do you need anything else from me?”
I shake my head. “Not right now.”
“Call me if you need anything, ma’am, and I’ll be right there.”
“Of course,” I say. “And again, I’m sorry about the mess.”
“It’s fine.” She laughs it off. “You don’t wanna know the number of times I’ve had to clean up after his mess.”
After giggling some more, she abruptly ceases, as if she realized she said too much. She swiftly bolts out of the room, locking me inside again.
I blow out a breath and head toward the bathroom, where I peel away all my clothes before I climb into the bath, hoping it’ll take my mind off what I saw in his room … even though I’m pretty sure the mere memory of his hard-on and how it actually made my pussy throb watching him jerk-off is now seared into my brain for all of eternity.
I sink farther into the bath, trying to drown out my thoughts of absolute filth, but I can’t. I simply can’t stop thinking about how Matteo sat there on his bed with his back arched, muscles tensing as he thrust into the palm of his hand.
Good God.
I come up for air again, but my hand instinctively slips down my belly toward the crevice between my legs, and without giving it a second thought, I start rubbing myself to the memory of him.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can’t stop it either.
The lust in his eyes was so palpable … I could almost feel it.
Tingling, right there where I’m touching myself.
My fingers swirl around my pussy as I tilt my head back and close my eyes while I think of the only man I should not be thinking about right now.
But those muscles, and the way he clenched as he came undone, are bringing me to new heights I never knew I could reach.
And as I shift in the tub and let out a moan, my fingers slip inside my pussy, and I finger myself to the thought of my Mafia husband jerking off because of me.
I know it’s reckless.
I know it’s insane.
There’s no way he did that because I was in his vicinity, but my mind creates its own narrative to satiate the growing need building inside me.
I can’t stop, I’m too close.
I rub my clit until I come just as hard as he did.
Thinking about him.
Fuck.
The sun peekingthrough the curtains wakes me from my slumber, and I open my eyes and stare at the windows for a moment to ground myself. This guest bed feels awfully soft for a prison bed. I nearly forgot where I was, that I wasbeing held as a hostage by a Mafia don I’ve only known for a single day.
That same Mafia don who was jerking off right in front of me yesterday. And I couldn’t help but finger myself to the memory. Dammit.
I’m supposed to be angry with him. I wasn’t supposed to get hot and bothered.
How did I let myself go like that so easily last night?
