Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I closed my eyes and didn’t move for long seconds. Finally, because it was as if his words were this tether and he pulled me to do his bidding, I shifted on the bed and faced forward. At first, I saw nothing, but the longer I sat there, the more my vision adjusted to the shadowy interior.
Then I saw him standing in the corner, his enormous body blending in with the shadows as if he were made for the night.
“You like creeping into girls’ bedrooms and watching them sleep?” My voice was soft, my words holding zero accusation or heat. How would he feel if he knew I was getting more turned on by the fact he stood there watching me?
“I like watching you, Liliana.” He stepped out from the corner but was still shrouded in blackness. “I like watching you every night.”
I envisioned him smirking just then, as if he knew something I didn’t.
My lips tingled, and I touched them, running the pad over my bottom lip as everything slowly sank in.
“Adoro il tuo profumo.” I love the way you smell. He moved closer. “Divento così duro quando ti tocco.” And I get so hard at the way you feel. He came even closer until he stood at the end of the bed. He leaned forward and gripped the footboard.
I was visibly breathing hard then. I could feel my chest rising and falling harder and faster the longer he stared at me. He wore a dark-colored shirt and what appeared to be lounge pants. But his relaxed attire didn’t fool me.
I knew how dangerous Matteo was whether he was killing in a three-piece suit or sweats and a T-shirt.
“You’ve been kissing me,” I whispered but it was more to myself. “It was never a dream.”
He chuckled low and deep. Humorlessly. “Sweet, naive girl. You and I both know it wasn’t a dream, even if you tried telling yourself that.”
He moved to stand before me. I scanned his body and saw that, although he wore lounge attire, I’d noticed a gun tucked at his side, the metal peeking out from under his shirt, the violence from it tangible.
He took another step forward. All I could do was sit there and tip my head back to stare into his torturously handsome face.
For long seconds, he didn’t speak. Neither did I. We just stared at each other, as if silently coming to some kind of agreement.
“You can always say no,” Matteo finally said.
I knew what he meant, yet I said nothing.
He smirked and reached out, gripped my ponytail, and wrapped it around his wrist. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured.
And I melted right then at hearing that praise. It was only four words, but they caused such a visceral reaction in me that a moan was pulled from my throat and spilled out.
Matteo took a step back, and I felt an instant rush of coldness consume me. It felt wrong not having him close. I questioned my sanity.
“You can always say no,” he said again, and although I didn’t verbally say anything, I shook my head in response. It was a subconscious act but one that had the corner of his mouth smirking.
I knew he wouldn’t give me another out.
“Then keep being my good girl and show me that little pussy.”
Chapter 13
Matteo
My cock jerked as the words left my mouth and I gave the order for Liliana to do what I said.
I certainty hadn’t expected the evening to end up with me ordering my girl to show me her virgin cunt, but I’d given her the chance to say no.
I wouldn’t have liked hearing it, but I would have respected her wishes.
But she didn’t do what I said right away. Instead, my sweet Liliana stood, her hands visibly shaking as she twisted them in the material of her shirt and came closer. I hummed in pleasure, not even irritated she wasn’t obeying me instantly.
I crooked my finger toward her, and she came forward another step. Then one more, until she was standing right in front of me and the sweet scent of her innocence filled my nose. She lifted her hand, and I tensed when she placed the tips of her fingers on the center of my chest.
Liliana trailed them down, and my abdomen clenched. She let out a soft breath and moved her fingers over my side, her little nails scraping gently against the fabric. I’d never felt such intense fucking pleasure, and she wasn’t even touching my bare skin.
And for just a moment, my eyes closed as I gave in to the sensations. That’s all the time my little wildcat needed.
She grabbed my gun and stumbled back. I didn’t rush her, didn’t even move. I narrowed my eyes and growled low as she pointed the gun right at me.