Abruptly, Matteo pulled back and stared at her.
“No.”
Abruptly, she was whirled around, and pushed forward toward the railing of the balcony. Fear prickled her heart. Oh God, he wouldn’t try to kill me, would he?
But as she reached out to grab the railing, the iron band of his arm came around her waist and hauled her back against his frame. He placed her hands firmly on the rail, then ground his hardness into her backside.
“Did you think I’d let you fall?”
The question was rhetorical but Cara didn’t know what to think. Thankfully, she didn’t have to, the feeling of Matteo’s lips against her neck silenced her concerns. She moaned, bucking against him, needing to feel the rock-hardness of his shaft again.
Impossibly, it felt larger, harder and more solid that it had a moment earlier.
The skirt of her dress crept upward and a gentle breeze teased against the slickness of her nearly exposed crotch. Shivers flooded her, Matteo’s mouth latching onto her neck to suck at the sensitive skin there.
Her hands still curled around the railing and the kiss became hotter, somehow making her blood sing and her pussy clench.
He’s trying to mark me! She thought, trying to turn her head, but he had her pinned, one hand exploring the velvety softness of her core, long fingers sliding along the opening. Somehow, her panties had disappeared altogether. Her clit was swollen already and when Matteo bit her, the sharpness and exquisite pleasure of it caused a moan to escape her as she thrust backward.
“Oh God!” she cried but he only laughed, his forearm strengthening against her waist.
“What’s wrong?” he taunted. “You want more?”
She didn’t have a response, the combination of arousal and insecurity only seemed to make her wetter.
“Mm,” Matteo breathed, his tongue darting out to lap at her earlobe. “So fucking soaked.”
She moaned when a finger glided inside her unexpectedly, the walls of her pussy squeezing tightly around him.
“Mm, and tight too,” he continued, his fingers working full and deep. “I wonder if you’ll be able to take all of me.”
She thrust against his hand, her sensuous frame collapsing against the barrier.
Obnoxious laughter rose from the party below but Cara was far too entrenched in the feeling of Matteo’s hand to worry about being caught. The desire to come was rising and she rocked her hips against him.
“What’s the matter, Cara? You don’t like it?”
“I do! Oh, please…!” she groaned, her breaths escaping in short puffs of air. “I—”
Suddenly, her body tensed, her muscles clenching around his probing fingers and she cried out, spilling over his hand in one shudder after another.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered.
He withdrew his fingers and Cara tried to turn.
“Where are you going?” he growled, spinning her back. “No one told you to move.”
She gasped, her hands splayed over the railing again and felt as her cheeks were spread widely behind her. The head of his cock slapped against her bare ass.
Oh my God…he’s huge.
The tip of his head seemed too big to fit, and when it found its way to her drenched middle, she choked back a scream.
“Is it big enough for you?”
The mocking note in his tone sent a twinge of nervousness through her, but she was far too caught up in the pleasure his engorged member was providing. Thrusting inside her deeply, the pleasure-pain was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She cried out at the first fiery stretch, her fingers curling against the cold metal railing.
Her breathing caught as the sensation, striking and intense, lashed at her, stealing her senses. Her breath caught, the honeyed nectar at her core sucking him deeper. Further he pushed and Cara fell forward more, bending at the waist.
Dio! How much more of him can there be?
A lot, apparently.
Each stretching penetration into her body sent fire lashing through her, the tidal wave of pleasure taking her higher, faster, than she’d ever been before. Finally, he thrust fully into her.
“Michia!” she cried, her voice carrying over the balcony and to the cement two stories below. “Dio Santo!”
A guttural curse was ripped out of him as the absolute pleasure of being deeply seated in her pulsed through him like a storm. Then he slammed his control back into place, as he pulled out a few inches and slowly drove forward again, eliciting a tight little moan from Cara. Never had Cara been filled so entirely and she whimpered as her inner muscles clenched hard, trying to keep him inside her forever more.
“Hmm?” he asked, driving himself inside with a firm jerk, then withdrawing and holding his position, teasing her with tiny little thrusts, but not enough to satisfy her.
“What’s the matter, cara mia? Too much for you?”
Frustration filled her eyes, the pleasure-filled pain consuming her. She bucked backward, wanting him to fuck her.
“What’s that, babe? You want it?”
“Yes!” the word was strangled but it didn’t detract from the vehemence.
“Good.”
He started to pound at her and dizziness washed through her, legs threatening to give out. A low moan escaped her lips as she succumbed to the sensation of being taken with such force in such an open space where anyone might see them.
Nothing mattered but the intensity with which Matteo grasped her hips, his jaw clenched and his head thrown back. Cara screamed out, feeling his cock growing into a thick rod of steel, her salvation or her end?
The rush of pleasure, of sensual heat and pure sexual sensation was more than she could bear. With each stroke she could feel that edge, the whirlwind of ecstasy growing nearer, as it coalesced, imploded, and sent her spiraling into waves of exquisite ecstasy.
She writhed within the grip of it, pushing back into each thrust, feeling his body tighten and hearing him groan as his own release rushed over him.
Quivering, Cara tried to catch her breath, waiting for Matteo to fall on her in exhaustion. To her shock, he quickly withdrew from her and slapped her ass with a stinging smack.
She reeled around, her green eyes wide.
“What the hell was that?” she demanded as he reached to pull his pants up around his waist.
“What?” he asked innocently, slipping his underwear up. She couldn’t stop staring at the size of his member. Even spent he was huge, bigger than she would have ever believed if someone else was telling her about him.
“You didn’t enjoy that, cara mia?”
It was only then that she realized he was leaving her as if she was a whore on the street. The smirk on his face spoke volumes to how he viewed their encounter. Instantly, the feeling of euphoria vanished from her body and she gaped at him in shock.
“You’re just going to fuck me and leave me here?” she demanded, insulted that he would treat her in such a fashion. Before he could open his smirking mouth to reply, a shadow appeared behind him.
“Che du coglioni?!”
Cara didn’t need to see her brother’s face to know it was him. His voice was perpetually in her head, judging and admonishing her.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Salvatore roared, striding into view. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you and you’re up here fucking this stronzo?”
Matteo snorted with amusement but seemed unfazed by Salvatore’s outburst. He continued to dress, a look of smug satisfaction simmering in his eyes.
“Well? What do you two have to say for yourselves?”
Cara and Matteo exchanged a look and she tried desperately to communicate that he keep his mouth shut. When Matteo shrugged nonchalantly, she thought she had gotten the message through. He turned back to Salvatore.
“I’ve had better,” Matteo volunteered, adjusting his belt. Cara’s mouth gaped open in hurt amazement.
“What did you just say?” Salvatore hissed, his face identical to his sister’s but
Matteo didn’t seem to care.
“I said,” he repeated. “I’ve had better.”
Salvatore lunged at him but Matteo was ready for the attack, countering him with a direct blow to the face.
Cara gasped as her brother reeled back, blood spurting from his nose but the rage in his eyes worried her.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Salvatore howled, charging toward Matteo again. “You apologize, you fucking pig! Apologize or I’ll make you eat the pavement!”
“Stop it!” Cara shouted. “Just stop!”
Matteo sidestepped the incensed man’s attack, a leer on his face.
“You see? Your sister isn’t mad, paesano. She’s used to doing stuff like this. Now where is my wallet…how much did we agree on, cara?”
This time it was Cara who came at him, her hand open to slap his face.
What is wrong with him? Is he that much of an asshole that he would not only use me for a quickie but insult me afterward? What the fu—
Instantly, Cara stopped in her tracks, noting the look of pure venom in Matteo’s eyes and it all became shockingly clear.
He does remember me. And he hates me, she realized, suddenly overcome with a sick feeling. For all these years, he held onto this anger toward me.
“You gonna hit me, Carolina?”
The question hung in the air like the scent of stale garbage. Slowly, she lowered her arm and her eyes, shaking her head.
“No,” she breathed. “I’m not.”
“Well, I am, asshole!” Salvatore shouted, apparently not over his humiliation. Red stained the front of his pale blue shirt and Cara knew she would be blamed for that too.
“What the fuck are you screaming about?” A dark-haired man appeared in the doorway and Cara turned quickly to get herself together. She realized it would be hard to straighten her hair and clothing enough to keep people from knowing what had just taken place.
The revenge fuck.
“Nothing,” Matteo replied in a calm and unconcerned voice. He brushed past the newcomer and Salvatore without so much as a backward look.
“What the hell is going on up here?”
“Mind your fucking business, Ariano,” Salvatore growled.
But Cara knew it wasn’t Ariano that her brother was pissed off at.
No. That’s all about me.
Again.
Chapter Six
The satisfaction hadn’t hit him as hard as he thought it would.
No, that’s not true, Matteo corrected himself. It felt much better than I thought it would. The sex anyway. I just thought seeing the look on her face when I cast her aside would give me more satisfaction.
“Was that you screaming up there?” Freddy asked when he rejoined the men at the bar. “We could hear you all the way down here. Ariano went to check on you.”
Matteo looked at him and shrugged.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied, signalling Leila for a drink. He couldn’t shake the tiny bit of guilt which was niggling at him as he took the beer from the bartender’s hand.
Ariano appeared at his side, green eyes narrowed.
“What happened up there?” he demanded. “Did you do what I think you did?”
“I have no idea what you think,” Matteo countered, tapping the bar. Leila eyed him warily.
“Another one?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re making enemies with the new guy for a piece of ass?”
“Woah, what?” Freddy jeered. “You did what?”
“What are you, my father?” Matteo snapped. “I don’t have to clear my sex life with you.”
“Who are you having sex with?”
Matteo groaned and turned to face his mother and godfather.
“No one,” he muttered. “Are we about done here? I have an early morning.”
Florentina looked disappointed.
“Oh,” she murmured. “I was just getting ready to dance.”
Matteo looked at his uncle helplessly and Tomas seemed to sense his exasperation.
“I’ll take her home,” he volunteered. “But you can’t take the car.”
Matteo suspected Tomas was more concerned about how much he’d had to drink than how he was getting home, but the younger man didn’t argue.
“Fine.”
He rose from his seat and headed toward the exit without so much as a backward glance, but he could feel the eyes of everyone on him as he moved.
As he reached the foyer, a flash of purple caught his eye and before he could stop himself, he looked up at Cara who was stepping gracefully down the stairwell. Salvatore was hot on her tail.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Salvatore growled when he saw Matteo. “Haven’t you done enough damage here?”
But Matteo ignored him and stared at Cara who refused to meet his eyes. She was humiliated. Finally.
Why doesn’t this feel better?
He didn’t let himself dwell on it. Instead, he spun on his heel and made his way into the parking lot quickly, not turning back again.
~ ~ ~
In the middle of the night, his phone rang.
“This better be fucking important,” he rasped into the phone. “Or I will have your testicles on a spit for All Saint’s Day.”
“Matt, you need to get down to the warehouse in Coconut Grove. We have a big problem.”
It was Nick, one of the more capable soldiers who worked under him. It was odd for the man to be calling at three o’clock in the morning. Clearly the problem was pressing.
Matteo grunted.
“What kind of problem?”
“The kind you need to see for yourself.”
Matteo’s back tensed and he sat up fully. The note of alarm in Nick’s voice was unmistakable.
Someone was dead.
“Give me forty-five minutes.”
He disconnected his call and wondered what the hell had happened now. The phone was not a great way to discuss sensitive details, but Matteo knew what was waiting for him without having it spelled out by the solider.
There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary going on that Matteo knew about. Who could have gotten killed and why? More importantly, how had it happened in one of their warehouses?
Matteo ran a hand over his face, trying to wipe the vestiges of sleep from his face. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his party clothes before he hit his bed, seeing as how he had drunk about five more shots than he normally would have.
There wasn’t time to change but he couldn’t very well be trekking through Miami with Salvatore’s blood spattered on him and still drenched in Cara’s scent.
He caught a whiff of her on himself as he fumbled to undo his shirt and instantly, he grew hard.
Get it together, he chided himself. She’s sexy but she’s not that sexy. Anyone who can treat people like she has is not beautiful. His brain seemed to understand that, but his dick, unfortunately, was proving to be a slow learner.
The logic did nothing to alleviate his erection, even as he rushed down the stairs and into the garage.
It was there he realized that his uncle had his car.
“Figlio de puttana!” he swore, pounding his fist against the frame of the garage door. He tried to clear his mind. There was only one viable option at that point; calling Tomas.
He couldn’t risk anyone else knowing what was going on until he had a handle on it himself. He trusted his godfather implicitly.
He’s not going to like being woken up at this hour, he thought, but immediately reminded himself that it had been years since they had become part of this lifestyle. He should be used to this shit by now.
Turning back to the kitchen, Matteo grabbed the phone and dialed out. To his chagrin, Tomas didn’t pick up immediately and Matt was forced to call back.
“Matteo? What’s wrong?”
His mother’s worried voice piped through the line and he groaned loudly. The last person he wanted to speak to at that hour was Florentina. He knew
the call would only raise her anxiety.
“Mama, where is Tio?”
“He’s asleep upstairs. He left his phone on the table in the living room.”
“What are you doing up, Mama?”
“Oh…I couldn’t sleep.”
There was a wistfulness in her voice which almost broke his heart, but he didn’t push the issue. He knew his mother was prone to bouts of melancholy. Although why they occurred, he couldn’t say.
“Mama,” he said softly. “Go back to bed but I need to speak with Padrino. It’s important.”
“Of course, caro. I’ll get him.”
He heard her shuffle up the staircase.
“Matteo?”
“Yeah, Mama?”
“You are dating a girl now?”
Matteo raised his eyes heavenward like he hoped God would strike him dead. This was not the conversation he wanted to be having with his mother when the sky was falling.
“No, Mama,” he sighed. “I’m not.”
“Oh.”
If this turns into a lecture on grandkids…
“I thought you might find a nice girl and settle down soon. You aren’t getting any younger, figlio. I would think that one day—”
“Mama, I love you but this is really important, okay? Can you just get Tio on the phone, por favore?”
“Of course. Of course.”
There was more movement and Matteo heard the gentle tone of voices before Tomas came on the line.
“Matteo? What’s wrong?”
“I need you to come and pick me up. Pronto.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
The call ended abruptly, leaving Matteo to consider his next move.
Coffee would be a good start.
His head was pounding slightly from overdoing it with the alcohol. He had continued drinking upon returning home, the memory of Cara’s sweet body bent over the railing, the exquisite sounds she made as she came, forever imprinted on his mind.
Imbibing didn’t help his cause, however and Matt found himself in bed with his cock firmly in his hand, stroking himself to the memory of the feel of her tight pussy milking his cock for all it was worth.
He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until Nick had woken him minutes earlier.
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