Matteo rises to his feet while I slide down to my knees in front of him. The moment stretches between us. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I look up at him.
“Go on. Take it out,” he prompts.
The raw power in his gaze has a shiver rolling through me. He reaches down to swipe against my bottom lip with his thumb.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth, Lindsay. You want that, don’t you?”
I nod without hesitation, a little annoyed that I’m giving in to him so easily. I know I shouldn’t, but I want it too, and I need to learn to allow myself to want things. To want him without a fight.
Very slowly, I reach into the pants he’s wearing, grabbing his cock and releasing it from its confines. It pulses in my hand, large and hard and beautiful. I run a hand over the shaft, once, twice.
“Let me,” he says softly.
He grabs his cock and places it against my mouth, prodding for me to open. Once I do, he doesn’t hesitate. He drives all the way inside with a groan, hitting the back of my throat. I gag for a second, taking the time to adjust.
“You okay, princess?” he grunts.
I look up at him, my mouth still full, and offer a thumbs up. He grins before pulling out and driving into me once again.
Matteo doesn’t take it easy on me as he fucks my mouth. It’s raw and carnal and I completely submit to it. I lick and suck his cock, trying my best to take all of him as he hits the back of my throat over and over. When I’m about to gag, he pulls out, letting me suck in a breath before he gets right back to it.
I allow myself to be used. I let him take all he wants from me. This was all about pleasing him and if this is what he wants, then I’m all too willing to take it all.
“You’re taking me so well, Lindsay,” he grunts. “So hot and wet. You’ll let me come down your throat, won’t you, baby?”
My only reply is grabbing the back of his thighs, spurring him on. He suddenly slows his pace, the thrusts shallow and providing room for me to suck him in and lick. I reach for his balls with my hands, massaging and giving him even more pleasure.
“Lindsay,” he groans.
My name is the only warning I get before hot spurts of his come slide down my throat.
I swallow every last drop, my legs clenched. A gruff sound leaves his throat as he watches me, his eyes blown wide with disbelief.
When I’m done, he pulls me up and sets me on the bed. He crouches down in front of me, placing his hand against my neck.
“I can’t believe you’re real, Kitten,” he says softly.
Sometimes I think about the day Valentina got married. Her wedding had been so beautiful. Blue, because her husband had taken the time to fill the venue with her favorite flowers, forget-me-nots, packed into every corner, every table, every arch. She had looked so radiant coming down the aisle.
For a little while, I understood. I saw her face and I saw her husband’s face and the love there made me think that perhaps it was worth it. Despite who he is and what type of family he leads, I knew he would take care of my best friend and keep her safe. And it seemed like what she wanted, so I took a step back and tried to be supportive.
At least until a gunshot went off in the middle of the ceremony.
That shot made it immensely clear just how dangerous the life my best friend had walked into was. All my reservations strengthened and I was sure I was doing the right thing by going after the family. By being so strong in my beliefs that they’re criminals and don’t deserve to be walking the streets.
Now, I’m not so sure anymore.
Somewhere along the way, the lines stopped being so clear.
I used to think the world was simple. Good people. Bad people. Innocent men and monsters. Justice and corruption existing on opposite sides of an unmovable line.
But then I found out my father was tied to the mafia.
My best friend fell in love with a Don and somehow found happiness in a world I once swore only destroyed people.
The deeper I look, the more I realize almost everyone is tainted somehow.
Maybe that’s the truth no one wants to admit.
