Page 36 of Cavaliere

Rob is getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. It may have a small thing to do with me flirting with every single guy in this bar. He’s been steadily texting someone every few minutes all night long. I can only assume that it’s Matteo.

“You need anything, Rob?” I shoot him the same seductive smile I’ve given every other guy in here tonight.

“I need you to cut this shit out,” Rob says through clenched teeth.

“What shit?” I ask innocently, leaning in slightly, giving him a clear view of my tits that are giving an invitation to play.

“That shit!”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” I wink as I flounce away to the guy a few tables down who has been staring at me all night.

I hope he’s reporting every single little move I make back to Matteo. I hope it’s eating at Matteo like it would me if I ever found out he was doing something like this.

“Can I get you anything else?” I ask with a flirtatious smirk, leaning a hip against the edge of his table.

“Are you an option?” the guy asks, trying to laugh it off as a joke, but I would bet everything I’ve made tonight that if I actually said yes, he wouldn’t be laughing anymore.

“No, she fucking isn’t,” a familiar voice whips out behind me.

“Oh, shit,” I hear Delaney say from the bar as the crowd grows silent.

“Hey, this one’s mine, man. There’s plenty of other pussy in here for you.”

I wince as Matteo growls behind me. That definitely wasn’t the right thing to say.

“Take care of him,” Matteo snaps at Rob while he drags me off the floor to the breakroom, slamming the door shut.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he says, voice low, as he prowls towards me.

With every step he takes, I take one backward until my back is flush against the lockers.

“Me?” I point at myself, wide-eyed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? That was a customer!”

“Are you selling that sweet cunt now?” he asks, lip curling.

“Fuck you, Matteo!”

“Fuck me? Rob said you were trying to basically fuck every guy in here tonight! So you definitely weren’t trying to fuck me, Wren,” Matteo says, his tone taking on a sinister edge.

“I was not! It’s called flirting. Maybe if Rob didn’t have a stick lodged so far up his ass, he would actually know the difference and see that I was killing it in tips tonight,” I snap at him.

“Careful, Wren,” Matteo growls. “You’re walking a very thin line here.” I start to snort, but it turns into a gasp as Matteo’s hand roughly cups my pussy. I know he can feel the heat coming through my jeans. “This pussy is mine.” He presses his fingers in, soaking my panties. “And I don’t fucking like other men thinking they can own it even for a night. Do you know why?”

“Because it’s your pussy.” I swallow. His face is only an inch from mine now.

“That’s right,” he says before claiming my mouth.

My mouth opens in surprise, his tongue sliding in and staking its claim. I moan as he takes my tongue between his teeth, biting down slightly as he draws back. “So compliant,” he rumbles. “That’s a good girl.” My hands grip his shoulders to hold me up. This man is so intoxicating that I don’t think I could stand on my own right now. His hand makes quick work of unbuttoning my pants before sliding in and down right to my throbbing clit.

I rip my mouth away and throw my head back, a loud moan escaping at the feeling of him finally touching me where I’ve been fantasizing about. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my face as his finger slides through my slit, running up and down.

“You’re soaked for me, tesoro.” Matteo groans. “You need me in there, baby?” he asks as his thick finger circles my entrance.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my hips twisting, trying to follow his finger.

“Too bad,” Matteo says as he rips his hand out of my pants. “Bad girls get punished. And you, my tesoro, have been a very bad girl.”

“What?” I gape at him in shock.