She’s not the only one who knows a thing about weakness.
“Your turn,” she says between puffing.
I simply stroll out of the shower with a full-blown hard-on and grab a towel to dry off while she keeps her eyes glued to my chiseled body, her brows raised as if I’ve lost my mind completely.
Maybe I have.
But I won this round.
STELLA
I cannot believehe just left me here all by myself in his goddamn shower.
Is he out of his mind?
Frowning, I wash off the remaining soap, then turn off the shower and wrap myself in a towel.
I thought he wanted this. He was thrusting his massive dick into his palm, and he was practically foaming at the mouth from the mere sight of my body. Not to mention the fact that I was playing with myself right in front of him.
I came, for God’s sake. And he just walks off? Like it means nothing?
“Hello? Matteo?” I call out, but of course he won’t reply.
I just had a goddamn orgasm, and he stormed off with a literal raging boner. I’m sure he was just as close to comingas I was. I saw his hard-on bouncing up and down from the sheer pleasure. I know for a fact he was enjoying it.
Why would he just walk away from that? It doesn’t make any sense.
I waltz into his bedroom, ready to give him an earful. “What the fuck was that?”
But the second he walks out of his closet in merely a pair of sweatpants, dick bouncing freely between his legs behind the fabric, I lose all sense of reality.
Good God, that thing is huge and veiny.
“Come again?” he muses.
His words immediately remind me of just how easily that orgasm washed over me the second he saidgood girl.
Damn him. He knows.
I frown and plant my hands against my waist. “You can’t just walk out on me.”
He smiles gleefully. “And who’s stopping me? You?” He snorts. “I’d love to see you try, Tesoro.”
He turns to the mirror to gloat at himself while combing through his hair.
I grab the towel he left on the floor and chuck it right at him. “Ugh, you drive me crazy!”
He dodges the towel with a devilish smile. “Likewise.”
Asshole.
“So what, you’re just gonna leave me in the shower?”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Why?”
He turns around and grabs some cologne off a shelf tospritz on his neck. “Because I was done.”
