Matteo (Dark Erotic Mob Romance) (Rossi Family Book 1)

by Rachael Orman

  Finally we made it to the last shop in the strip, and my heart rate tripled when I saw it was for lingerie and underthings that were smaller than I’d ever worn before.

  Sensing my hesitation, Matteo pulled me to a stop before we entered. He’d handed off every purchase to the waiting driver so both his arms were free to wrap around my waist and pull me firmly against him.

  “My favorite place. Only thing you need to remember is that no one here matters. You only need to worry about me and my opinion of what you are trying on. Plus, if you please me here, there is a reward in it for you,” he breathed against my throat. He dropped soft, sucking kisses against my sensitive skin and I softened in his arms. “Maybe I’ll join you in the fitting room and lick your pussy until you explode over my tongue or dick. Or perhaps I’ll fuck you in the stall and let everyone know how much I like what you had on. Would you like that? Me sneaking past the employees so I can fill you with my big, hard cock? Make you scream so loud everyone in the shop has no doubt about what we’re doing? Or would you rather I ram my dick down your throat until I explode and fill your mouth with my come because I’m too turned on to wait until we’re somewhere private?”

  “Anything you want, Matteo,” I moaned as he rocked his hips against mine, shoving his erection against me. Oddly, I meant it. Knowing he was so excited and turned on by simply the thought of what I could be trying on made my pussy dampen and the rest of my body jitter with nerves, hoping I could hold up to the images he had in his mind of how everything would fit.

  He swore in Italian as he thrust against my belly once more before pulling back and ushering me into the shop. Before long the woman helping us had an armful of tiny pieces of fabric and was showing me to a private area to try them all on. Matteo was instructed to wait out by the racks of clothing where a few chairs were located, but he simply laughed at the woman and followed me to wait right outside the door of my room.

  “Sir, I’m sorry, but you cannot be back here,” the woman insisted once I was locked away.

  “Find your manager and bring her to me,” Matteo answered her, loudly enough that I heard it through the door.

  I heard her huff and the sounds of her retreating footsteps. Ripping my old dress over my head, I pulled on a pair of lacy panties and a bra that matched. I took a fortifying breath before cracking the door open.

  Matteo was speaking in hushed tones to a woman in a suit who seemed to be apologizing to him, but as soon as he lifted his eyes to me, she murmured a few more words and made a hasty exit.

  “Mmm. I’ll have to see more to decide if I like it,” Matteo spoke to me as he pushed off the wall. He ran his fingers over the rough hair that had grown along his jaw throughout the day as he peered at me.

  Shoving the door open farther, I let him see all of me, then turned around so he could see the back as well.

  “Okay. Next one,” Matteo said after a second.

  I turned to face him again expecting more, but he pulled his phone from his pocket, showing me that was all he intended to say about that outfit. Feeling like I’d let him down, I shuffled through the many outfits he’d picked out to find the smallest, skimpiest piece in the bunch. Not bothering to look in the mirror once I had it on, I threw the door open, hoping to shock a response out of him. Instead, I found a woman on her knees in front of him. Her head was bobbing up and down and he looked up to meet my gaze with half-open eyes. With a nod in my direction, he turned his attention to the woman obviously sucking his cock.

  Embarrassed, I shut the door quietly and leaned my head back against it. I’d never seen someone else perform such an act and certainly didn’t expect it to be happening to the man who owned me while we were out together. How could he speak to me about such naughty things and then turn to another woman in the next moment? It hurt that he didn’t use me, but I didn’t understand why it bothered me. I didn’t really want him touching me in such a lewd manner.

  Stripping out of the slinky panties and bra, I pulled my ugly dress on and sat on the bench, waiting until they were done. As soon as I heard him let out a long, low groan I knew he’d gotten off and yanked open the door. I gathered all of the items in my arms and took them to the counter without casting another look in his direction.

  I was angry, hurt. I didn’t understand it, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. The woman at the counter rang everything up into her computer and then bagged it all and handed them over without asking for payment or a signature. I left the store and handed the bag to the driver as soon as I spotted him then climbed into the backseat of the car.

  A few minutes later Matteo joined me. He didn’t look at me at all as he got comfortable.

  “We’re done here,” he said to the driver.

  Once the car was moving and the divider was raised, his hand wrapped tightly around my upper arm.

  “What was that little scene about? Never seen someone getting sucked off?” Matteo asked me with a sneer.

  “N... no, sir,” I stuttered as fear shot through me. My hurt feelings fled, replaced with sheer terror. Everything was so different outside of Madam’s house that I didn’t know up from down.

  “Get used to it. Until you can learn to give good head and fuck better than a virgin, I’ll be getting it better from somewhere else. Now get on your knees and show me what you learned from watching her blow me.” He didn’t give me a chance to move on my own. Instead, he yanked me to the floor and grabbed my braid with his other hand, shoving my face into his crotch.

  My fingers shook as I struggled to undo his pants and release his hard cock from its confines. It bounced free and immediately Matteo pulled me closer.

  “Suck it deep and hard,” he demanded, bucking his hips as I tried to follow his orders.

  The tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag, and he groaned.

  “Yes, gag around that big, fat dick.” His grip tightened in my hair, making me yelp around his length as it plunged in and out of my mouth.

  I repeatedly gagged and feared I was going to get sick on him, but was able to hold back when he changed the deep thrusts for shorter, shallower ones. That didn’t last long before he was bumping the back of my throat, forcing me to take him deeper than I ever would have on my own.

  “Merda,” he groaned after seemingly never-ending minutes. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth only to take himself in his hand, finally releasing my arm. After a few slides over the glistening shaft covered with my saliva, he arched against the seat and white streams shot from his tip, all over my face.

  Closing my eyes, I hoped none of it would get in them. I didn’t know if it’d burn or not, but didn’t want to find out.

  “Open those beautiful eyes and lick your lips. Clean up as much of my come with your tongue as you can.” Matteo released my braid and shoved himself back in his pants while watching me.

  I slid my tongue over my lips slowly. After swallowing, I made another swipe over them and then circled as far around my mouth as I could, hoping I reached enough to please him.

  The car came to an abrupt stop. I was knocked backward and he laughed.

  “Clean yourself up and come inside. Don’t do anything stupid,” he said, tossing a tissue from his pocket at me before climbing from the car.

  I quickly wiped my face as much as I could without a mirror and hoped I got all of his release before following him. I didn’t look either way down the street. There was nowhere for me to go, so why even look? Matteo didn’t treat me all that badly anyway, not like the horrible people who lived on the streets. Madam had shown me the news a few times to make sure I knew of the horrors that she was keeping me safe from. The unthinkable things people did to each other.

  Pushing the heavy door open, I was assaulted with a scent that made my nose wrinkle and eyes water. There were numerous chairs that lined either side of the room with women in them chatting to the people who appeared to be doing their hair. Matteo was talking to a woman behind a large counter.

  The chime from the door an
nounced my arrival and he turned to me, holding out a hand. My eyes bounced from his hand to his face a few times before I placed mine into his.

  “Meet Gia. She is here for a Brazilian and a cut,” Matteo informed the woman, who nodded and smiled.

  “Follow me, please,” she said in a chirpy voice before heading toward the back of the room.

  Matteo pulled me along after her. She opened a door to reveal a bed covered in a white sheet.

  “Undress from the waist down and lie on your back. Sarah will be right with you.” Then she closed the door and left us alone in the room.

  I climbed on the bed and pulled my dress up. Since I still didn’t have any panties to wear, it made the whole getting-naked-from-the-waist-down thing easy. I clenched my hands in the bunched material to hide their tremors. The room didn’t appear to be a torture chamber, but looks can be deceiving.

  A soft, single knock sounded on the door before a woman I assumed was Sarah entered. She gave a surprised glance toward Matteo but didn’t say anything. Instead, she prepped a few things on the small counter before turning to me.

  “Put the bottoms of your feet together and let your legs fall apart,” she instructed.

  I did as she asked and closed my eyes to fight back the embarrassment that flared through me. My most intimate spaces were wide open for a complete stranger, but I quickly forgot that when I felt a hot, sticky material spread over one side of my labia.

  “Here we go.” was all the warning Sarah gave before yanking the wax off me, taking along with it a portion of my pubic hair and most definitely a layer or two of skin.

  Clenching my eyes, I prayed it would be over soon and that I didn’t cry out in pain. Surely that would displease Matteo, so I clenched my jaw and held back every yelp that wanted to escape as she repeatedly applied warm wax to my sensitive tissues, then yanked it off with no mercy.

  Just when I thought it had to be over, she told me to pull my knees to my chest, which I did without hesitation. When her gloved hand pulled one of my cheeks open and warm wax was applied around my bum hole, my eyes flew open and I met Matteo’s glimmering ones. He apparently was enjoying watching me struggle. She’d been careful around the end of the butt plug that was still in, but she didn’t say anything about it.

  “Last one,” Sarah finally said, and I let out a tense breath. At least the back one didn’t seem nearly as bad as all the other ones had. She patted the back of my thigh with her gloved hand. “All done, sweetie. You did well.”

  “Uh… thanks,” I said, not sure if it was the right thing to say or not. Matteo simply smiled at me.

  Sarah left us, and I climbed off the table. The butt plug jostled and my new baby-smooth lips slid against each other, creating a whole new world of sensation.

  “That’s how I’ll expect you to be from now on. I don’t like hairy pussy and you won’t either if you know what’s good for you,” Matteo said before opening the door. With a hand on the small of my back, he led me to one of the vacant chairs, where I met Natalie, the woman who would apparently be cutting my hair.

  Thankfully, Matteo talked quietly to her for a moment and then stepped away to let the woman work.

  By the time she released me, I looked in the mirror and felt like I was looking at a totally new woman. She hadn’t cut off much from the length of my hair, but she’d given it shape and it looked much prettier even to me than it had before.

  Matteo muttered his thanks to her, and we left without paying again.

  I was starting to wonder how he got away without paying for anything. He’d never taken out a card or cash to pay for any of the clothing, nor had I seen him exchange payment for the wax or cut I’d received.

  Back in the car, Matteo stripped off his jacket and I nearly gasped when I spotted leather straps that wrapped around the back of his body holding a gun snugly under each of his arms. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a man armed, but I hadn’t realized he had been toting around not one but two guns the entire day. It scared me.

  Madam normally had a weapon on her body at all times as did the men that frequently showed up at her house, but I was never in close quarters or confined in a car with any of them.

  “Stop staring at them or I’ll take one out and show you just how it works,” Matteo barked at me.

  My head immediately snapped forward to stare at the back of the driver’s head. He wouldn’t do that, would he? Did he mean that he’d show me how it worked or point it at me and fire it?

  I didn’t want to find out.

  Chapter Five

  Somehow I managed to make it through the rest of my first week in Matteo’s house without making a misstep. It was likely due to the fact that he left me alone in my room for most of the time. The older woman I’d met a few times brought me food three times a day and introduced herself as Aida. The first time she’d come into my room, she’d told me that I was free to walk around and do as I pleased for the rest of the day as long as I stayed in the bedroom. However, each day when she delivered my dinner, she’d tell me that Matteo was in the house again and might come looking for me.

  I’d spend the evening hours lying on my bed in a set of the sexy underwear he’d bought me and hope he’d show up. He didn’t, not until late into the night and after I’d already fallen asleep.

  Each night he’d whisper his apologies for not being able to spend more time playing with me, but that there was work to be done. He’d have sex with me and then leave without another word.

  After five days of being locked in my room, I’d grown restless and realized how lazy a slave I’d become. At Madam’s, I’d had duties and other people to care for, so even if I didn’t venture far, I was kept busy. Sitting in my room, spacious as it was, was boring.

  On the morning of day six, I begged Aida to give me something to do to keep busy. She’d rolled her eyes and told me what a naughty child I was, but thankfully she’d brought me laundry to fold.

  It was that night that things changed, when I thought they couldn’t possibly get any worse; Matteo entered my room in a rage shortly after dinner.

  “What makes you think you are worthy of doing something, anything, that I haven’t instructed you to do?” he yelled at me.

  I lay in the bed with my legs spread just as I’d been instructed and fought the urge to sit up so I could face him.

  “I’m sorry, Matteo. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just being locked up in this room all week is… boring.” My voice was small as I knew that I’d failed him once again.

  “If I wanted you folding laundry I would’ve told you to do it. Instead you are begging other staff to give you stuff to do, since obviously you can’t be trusted to occupy yourself. Well, lucky for you, I have something for you to do tonight and something even more fun to keep your mind occupied for the next couple days,” he said, stomping over to the bed. Grabbing my ankle, he yanked me from the bed and didn’t even pause when I fell off the edge to land in a heap on the floor. “Stand up now and get downstairs in the sitting room. We have guests and you will be the entertainment, since you are so bored up here all alone.”

  I pushed off the floor and tried to ignore the ache in my elbow and hip that had taken the brunt of my fall. I didn’t wait for further instructions and walked quickly out of the room, down the stairs and directly into the sitting room.

  There were at least a dozen men there idly chatting until I entered, but I kept my head down and waited until Matteo joined me.

  “On the table. Now,” he said from behind me. I took the couple steps until I was facing the couch and sat on the coffee table, the only table in the room. Matteo sat on the couch in front of me. “Gather ‘round, gentlemen. Here is our entertainment for the night.”

  I swallowed the hard knot gathering in my throat as they made a circle around me.

  “Lie back, bella. Put a foot on either side of me on the couch,” Matteo instructed me.

  I lowered to my elbows before letting my head fall back off the table edge. Afte
r a moment to orient myself, I spread my legs and felt with my toes for the edge of the couch. My hip screamed out from the movement and my elbow wasn’t happy about the press of the hardwood, but I swallowed the unwanted pain.

  Matteo’s hands cupped both my ankles, pulling them where he wanted them, so I was spread wide open on the table wearing nearly see-through panties and a barely-there bra.

  Blood was rushing to my head, my breathing rushing in and out of my lungs as I tried to anticipate what was coming next.

  Cold metal pressed against the insides of my thighs, not hard enough to tell me what it was but enough that it caused me to tense. The object moved from my leg to my stomach before sliding between my breasts to stop at the side of my neck.

  Matteo leaned over me and forced me to meet his gaze when he palmed the back of my head. He showed me the blade briefly as he grinned before dropping my head. The cold blade slithered back over my body until it found the straps to my bra, cutting them free, followed by the center of the bra.

  Another set of hands pulled the material away, revealing me to the rest of the room.

  The blade continued down until it slid over my pussy. I couldn’t hold back the whimper that left my mouth. I was too scared to even shiver or tremor. Every part of my body was strained and tight as it tried not to move under the sharp object.

  At my whimper, the men all laughed as if they enjoyed the sound of my suffering.

  My fear only escalated when the blade disappeared completely, but it reappeared at the side of my panties before slicing them free.

  It moved to the other side, except this time the cut wasn’t as shallow and nicked my hip as the material was torn.

  I hissed in pain, but still didn’t move.

  “Oops,” Matteo breathed a soft laugh before I felt his tongue flick over the wound. Just as quickly, he was gone again. “Gentlemen, help yourselves. No blood, no dicks, but enjoy.”

  Matteo stayed between my thighs, but I was quickly distracted when a dozen hands landed on every part of my body.