Page 63 of Cavaliere

“We’re not done with this conversation,” Matteo’s voice follows behind me.

“That’s funny because I’m done with it,” I say over my shoulder as I climb the stairs. Who knew that basically getting kidnapped off of a street would be so exhausting? All I want to do is climb into bed and forget this night even happened. Finding a new place is something for tomorrow.

I yelp as Matteo’s arms wrap around me and, once again, throw me over his shoulder as he stalks toward the bedroom.

“You’re just begging me to manhandle you today.” He growls before tossing me on the bed. “Do you like it when I throw you around?”

Yes.

There’s no way in hell I would ever admit that to him. Especially right now. He doesn’t need to know that the way he picks me up, like I barely weigh anything, makes me tingle all over. He doesn’t need to know the way he grabbed me on the sidewalk and practically dragged me to the car ruined my panties. And he sure as hell doesn’t need to know that I fucking love how he chases after me every single time.

“The fire in your eyes tells me everything I need to know, tesoro,” Matteo whispers as he moves to hover over me, his face just inches from mine. “You fucking love it.” His nose trails along my jaw and down my neck, nipping at the collarbone. “Every time you subtly rub your thighs together to try to ease the ache that only I can take care of like you don’t think anyone will notice, but I do. Oh, do I fucking notice,” he rumbles. “It makes my cock so fucking hard.”

My chest is rising and falling rapidly as he continues his descent down my still-clothed body. The fact that only a few pieces of fabric separate us from being skin-to-skin makes the desire that much stronger. I don’t want to feel the soft cotton rubbing against my skin. I want to feel Matteo’s bristly chest hair lightly pricking my stomach. I want to feel his rough hands grabbing at me to hold on as he pounds into me.

“You were a bad girl today, Wren.” Matteo pushes my shirt up until my stomach is exposed. The combination of Matteo’s warm breath and the cool air makes me shiver as little goosebumps pepper my skin. “You tried to leave me.” He nips harder at my hip bone, making my back arch at the sting.

“I wasn’t leaving you,” I breathe out. Matteo’s nose trails across my lower abdomen before he presses his forehead against it, pausing. The only sound echoing throughout the room is the sound of his uneven breaths.

My hands find their way to the back of his head. I thread my fingers through, holding on tightly as I press his head into me. His hands snake between us, fingertips tugging at the waistband of my leggings. Matteo presses his head back against my hands, signaling for me to let him up. I slowly release as he sits up to pull my leggings down over my hips and off my feet.

“You have no idea the ways you constantly test me. You make me practice a level of control I didn’t even know existed,” he rasps out, unbuttoning his pants before standing, letting them fall to the ground as his eyes roam my body. My eyes are glued to this thick, weeping cock that springs free. “The way you’re looking at me is exactly why I would burn the fucking world if something happened to you.”

The emotion that’s written all over his face makes my heart ache. “He could have snatched you tonight. I was closing in, but not there yet. He would have had time to get away. So please, for the love of fucking god, do not leave without a man on you.”

“I won’t,” I swallow.

Matteo plucks open the buttons on his dress shirt, discarding it on the floor as a smirk slowly takes over his face.

“Oh, I know you won’t. Do you want to know why?” he asks as he climbs back over me, hovering above me as his arms cage in my waist. There’s something about the way he just asked that I just can’t place. Something that has me nervous about what’s to come. “Because I’m going to fucking punish you.”

Before I can process further, Matteo flips us so he’s lying flat on his back with me straddling his lap. His hands swoop under my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. A long groan escapes from him at the sight of my black lace balconette bra, my hard nipples peeking through as my breasts spill over the edge. “Fuuuck.” Matteo’s hands firmly grip my waist, and he thrusts his hard cock up, brushing my wet folds. “You just love to fucking tease me.” Smack. Matteo’s hand lands a hard slap on my ass, making me fall forward on my hands, crying out.

Matteo lets out a low, rumbly laugh. “Do you like that, Wren?” Smack. “Do you like me making your ass raw for disobeying me?” Smack. Every time he slaps my ass, it sends me forward slightly, making his cock brush my clit every single time. “Answer me,” Matteo demands.

“Yes,” I cry out.

Smack. “Good fucking girl.” I let out a moan, and his dick slides through my slit again. “Do you feel that? I’m fucking drenched. Your greedy pussy is marking me as yours.” He growls, and I start to rock against him. The tip of his dick teasing my clit and my entrance all in one motion. “That’s it, Wren,” he praises. “You’re doing so good.”

That familiar tingling sensation is starting at the pit of my stomach, making me rock faster, chasing that high I know only Matteo can fix. It’s not enough. I’m right on the edge, but I need something more. I need him.

I tilt my hips slightly on the next rock down. The thick head of his cock presses against my dripping entrance. I don’t give myself a moment to adjust before I’m slamming down until he’s filling me to the hilt, making us both cry out. My back arches as Matteo grips my hips hard, so hard that I know I’m going to have bruises of his fingerprints in the morning. The ends of my hair are brushing the tops of his thighs.

“Jesus Christ,” Matteo hisses as I squeeze my inner walls around his cock. “You have to move.” I squeeze again, this time holding it longer. “Wren,” he chokes out before snapping.

Matteo’s hard grip never wains from my hips as he thrusts his hips up. It takes a few moments for us to get into a rhythm, but soon enough, I’m meeting him thrust for thrust.

I rake my nails down his chest, digging in so hard, leaving little trails of blood from the broken skin. Using his lower abdomen for balance, I lean back slightly. I cry out at the new angle that’s allowing him to hit that little spot every single fucking time.

“I-I-I’m not going to last,” I choke out.

“Come, tesoro. I can feel your walls fluttering. Let go. I got you. I always got you.” Matteo’s whole body is wound tight as he picks up the pace, the vein in his neck straining as a growl erupts from his chest.

Three more thrusts and my walls are gripping his cock in a vice grip as I come apart. My nails rake down the same scratches I just made.

“Wren,” Matteo hisses out as he explodes. I feel spurt after spurt splash against me. The warm liquid oozes out with nowhere else to go.

Neither one of us moves as I collapse on top of him. I can feel him softening inside of me until only the tip is in. That hollow feeling I’m growing to hate returns with every inch he slips out.