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

by Rachael Orman

  “Fuck, bella. That is why I can’t ever let you go. You are too perfect for me,” Matteo whispered into my hair.

  When I slid my hand over his forearm, he jerked and pulled away from me. Without a word, he removed the belt from my neck and redressed before exiting the room.

  Falling onto my back, I realized he must have swept the tray from the bed at some point, but I didn’t recall hearing it hit the floor. I’d upset him somehow. It was the only reason I could come up with for his hasty retreat after he’d held me for the first time. Being in his arms had felt wonderful. I wish he touched me like that more often, and maybe if I showed him how good I could be, he would.

  I was going to do my best to prove I deserved more soft hugs and no more time in the basement, but it would prove to be harder than I anticipated.

  Chapter Eight

  It took me over a week to regain my strength. Matteo would often visit me for a short, hard pounding, only to leave without a single word spoken. When I felt strong enough, I knelt in my room waiting for Matteo to visit again.

  He opened the door and stopped briefly before closing it behind him.

  “Not in the bed, bella?” he asked, surprised, since it was the first time I hadn’t been waiting the way he’d told me to.

  “Sir, I would like to ask you a question.” I kept my head down and palms together at my lower back. I knew I was likely to get punished for not sticking to protocol, but I figured this was my best shot at getting his attention.

  “Go ahead,” he said, stepping closer.

  “I’d like to resume my chores, sir. That is, if you’re okay with it. I feel much stronger now and feel that I can be of more service to you by helping keep your house clean for you. Please, sir, let me show you that I can be trusted again. I want to show you that I have learned the errors of my ways,” I said, bowing my head lower. When he didn’t respond for a moment, I slid my hands down in front of me, resting my forehead to the floor.

  “You don’t want to go back to the basement? Are you sure you don’t want to play with the Violet Wand again? Maybe you need another brand to help everything really sink in,” he said, spreading his feet shoulder-width apart in front of my hands.

  I shivered, but not from the cold of the floor against my forehead.

  “No, sir. I would do anything to avoid any of those things again.”

  “I’ll consider it. Now bend over the bed for your punishment for not waiting how you are supposed to,” he said in a flat tone.

  I scrambled to the bed and put my chest and head on the mattress. The punishment had been expected, but it had been worth being able to voice my desire to try to please him outside of the bedroom again.

  He rummaged around in the bathroom for a minute before coming up behind me. He didn’t leave me waiting. A breeze moved over my bottom before a hard, unyielding, round item slammed against me.

  I lost count as he repeatedly brought the item in contact with my bottom. Not once did I yelp or cry out, not even when my skin felt like it was on fire or about to split open and bleed from the torture. Tears didn’t escape my eyes. No, I could handle it and would take anything he was willing to give me at that point.

  Wood clattered against the ground seconds before I heard the telltale clicking of his zipper being undone.

  He rubbed the head of his cock against my opening a few times.

  “Yes, bella, you like it rough, don’t you? Already so wet for me even though I just spanked you with your own brush. Tell me, do you want me to fill you? Fill you with my come again or come all over your beautiful red ass?” Matteo continued to tease me with his tip, sliding it up and down my crease. He even made sure to bump against my tight bundle of nerves that made me arch my hips toward him, begging for him to stop teasing. “Speak, bella. I want to hear your lovely voice telling me all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”

  “Yes, Matteo, fill me, come in me, on me. Make me yours,” I groaned when he slipped just the head of his cock into my slick passage. I swallowed hard and tried to pull together all the things I’d heard him murmur to me the numerous times he’d come to me. “Fuck me so hard my raw ass jiggles and bounces against your thighs. I want to feel your balls slap against my clit as you stretch me wide open for that beautiful cock.”

  “Fuck. That sweet voice saying such naughty things. I love it. Maybe I’ll have you talk to me more often when I fuck you. Keep talking, bella,” Matteo groaned as he slammed all the way into me.

  My ass burned from the rough impact of his hips against it, but I smiled at his words.

  “Yeah, remind me of the punishment you just gave me. Show me who my master is and how hard I make him,” I said before groaning as I felt my own pleasure growing.

  “You are so tight and wet around my dick, bella. It feels so good. My pussy feels so damn good. My cock is the only one to ever fill it, stretch it, come inside it. Soon you’ll be carrying my child, my offspring.” Matteo carried on, roughly slamming into me.

  All the pleasure I’d been feeling fled as his words sank in. Pregnant? The thought scared me more than going back to the basement.

  With a final roll of his hips, he gripped me tightly as he shot his release deep into me. He held me still as he continued vibrating from his orgasm for long minutes. Pulling out of me, he slapped my sore ass, then stood next to the bed.

  “Stay just like that,” he told me before moving to fix his clothing, which he hadn’t bothered with removing. It was rare for him to disrobe since sex was fast and hard, and apparently it wasn’t worth the effort. “Tomorrow morning you will have a list of your chores and you will now be expected to share dinner with me a few nights a week. I will note it on the list, along with what you are expected to wear.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, Matteo,” I said, smiling into the bedding. He’d given me exactly what I wanted and more. I listened to his footsteps as they moved toward the door. They paused on the threshold.

  “You do look delicious just like that, bella.” He hummed his approval of my ass in the air, probably taking in the clear view of my pussy covered with his come. After another silent moment, he opened the door and closed it quietly behind himself.

  I collapsed on the bed and rolled to my back. I still couldn’t get over the idea of being pregnant. I had never once in my life contemplated having a child, nor did I want one. I’d never been around children and didn’t know how to care for one. The few times I’d heard one crying when I’d run errands for Madam, the shrill sounds annoyed me more than anything.

  The rest of the night was spent staring at the ceiling, all of what he’d shared with me spinning in my head. If I got pregnant, would I become his wife? Or was I still trying to earn that back?

  One step at a time. I was going to be allowed out of my room, and I was going to do the best I could to make sure I didn’t let him down again.

  When the light peeked through the curtains, I was up and out of bed in a second. I rushed through my morning shower and stared in the mirror at the pink scars on each of my hips. He’d burned his initials into me, and I lovingly touched them with my fingertips. They were still sore, but it just reminded me of the hard man I was working to win over. It gave me comfort knowing he wouldn’t just throw me away. Not since he’d forever marked me.

  Pulling on a simple cotton dress and a pair of panties, I rushed down to the kitchen in my bare feet to find a sheet of paper with my chores on it. Aida was nowhere to be seen and that didn’t bother me at all. She’d not grown nicer to me as I’d hoped. Instead she’d only grown rougher and harsher with each time she had to help me keep my burns cleaned. I’d been thankful when, just the day before, she’d declared I didn’t need to keep them covered anymore, but still had to be careful to keep them clean. I’d picked up enough to be able to do it on my own.

  Folding the paper into a small square, I slipped it into the band of my panties so I wouldn’t have to return to the kitchen again. After grabbing an apple from the fridge, I quickly gobbled it do
wn and started on my list.

  I didn’t stop until the list was completed, not even for lunch. Aida had even gone out of her way to let me know it was ready, but I refused, saying I wasn’t hungry. She shrugged and left me alone the rest of the day.

  My presence wasn’t requested for dinner so I made a sandwich when I was finished cleaning. I scribbled a short note on the chore list stating that everything had been completed before taking my sandwich to my room.

  I went through three days the exact same way, except one day I was gifted with more magazines. Matteo had written a note saying they were to help prepare me for the next dinner he deemed me fit for. I was just grateful for something to help pass the small amount of free time I had — well, besides starting out the window. I rose before everyone else, ate as fast as I could, and then cleaned until I completed my chores for the day only to take a sandwich to my room and spend the rest of the evening on my own. I spent a lot of time looking out the window, wishing I had a hobby or something that would help me pass the lonely hours, but I wouldn’t dare push Matteo by asking for more freedom than what I already had.

  On the fourth day, I had the shortest list of chores I’d had all week, and when I’d finished, the sun was still up by the time I made it back to my room. I loved looking at the garden and wondered what it would be like to be able to sit in the sun for hours, getting dirty and tending to the plants that provided a lot of the fresh produce the house consumed. It was a massive space that always looked well-tended, but I’d never seen anyone actually caring for it. Occasionally, Aida would go out and retrieve what she needed for a meal from it, but she didn’t strike me as a woman who liked to garden. Or do much of anything, really, except scowl at me between cooking meals and doing dishes.

  The door to my room opened unexpectedly, and I spun around to find Matteo standing in the doorway.

  I walked swiftly to the bed and slipped out of my dress so I could assume my greeting position for him.

  “Hm. Nice,” he hummed with pleasure once I was situated. “Anything in particular you’re looking at out there?”

  I fought the urge to look at him.

  “I was simply admiring the garden, Matteo,” I answered honestly, figuring there was no harm in it.

  “Yes, it is quite lovely. My mother greatly adores taking care of it for me. It was hers when my parents owned this house, and she refuses to let it die while she starts a new one at the house they moved to,” Matteo said as he walked to stare out the window. He’d surprised me with his answer. It was rare that he spoke to me when he came for a visit, but it seemed he was in an unusual mood when he pulled a chair up so he could look at the garden. “Come.”

  I stood and hesitantly walked toward him, unsure of what to expect.

  He reached out and tugged me into his lap, so I sat across his legs.

  When he nuzzled his face into my neck, I moaned softly at the gentle scrape of his facial hair against my skin. I felt heat gather between my thighs as he dropped soft kisses from ear to collarbone and back up.

  His fingers tickled up my outer thigh and back until one hand gripped my nape and the other my hip. He tugged me until I was sitting with my back to his chest, his thighs between mine.

  I moaned, feeling his hard length press against me while his finger slipped between my legs.

  He teased my lower lips, sensually dragging along them from the top to my opening, then back up. A finger pressed between them to circle my clit slowly.

  I whimpered and pressed back against him while arching my hips toward his hand. The feel of his fully-clothed body against my bare flesh turned me on in ways I’d never experienced before with him. It made me feel like he was fully concentrated on my pleasure instead of only his.

  He buried his nose into my hair and breathed deeply while still teasing me slowly. It was completely different than the hard and fast couplings I was used to.

  Something in me told me that he needed me to be there for him in a different way than normally. I reached behind my head to slide my hands around his neck while tilting my head to give him better access to my neck.

  He groaned softly against me. While dipping his fingers into me, he licked up the column of my neck. His free hand scraped up my thigh and stomach until he found my breast. Fondling it, he suckled on my skin tenderly before plucking at my nipple. When he released it, he plunged into me again and a soft cry slipped out in reaction.

  “Yeah, you like when I fill that pussy,” he whispered in a rough voice against my shoulder.

  I was too focused on the feel of him in my body and the pleasure that erupted because of it to respond. As his fingers thrust in and out of me, I couldn’t help but roll my hips to their rhythm.

  “Yeah, take what you want from me. Show me how you like it, bella,” he moaned as his hips ground against me showing me just how turned on he was as well. He pinched my nipple again as he pushed another finger into me, stretching me. His mouth was still on my neck, leaving wet kisses in a path up and down it, biting softly.

  “Oh, Matteo,” I breathed as my orgasm drew close.

  “Yes, bella, come on my fingers. Let me see how good I make you feel,” he said, moving his fingers faster within me.

  I couldn’t hold back anymore when he sucked my sensitive skin into his mouth again at the same time as he twisted a nipple between his fingers. White lights shot through my vision as I squeezed my eyes shut and shivered uncontrollably in his arms. Slowly I returned to my body and realized he hadn’t moved at all in order to relieve himself. I couldn’t accept that.

  Standing, I turned so I could sit in his lap and face him.

  “Sir, may I undress you?” I asked, staring at his chest.

  “If you wish,” he answered in an odd tone.

  I chose not to question it and quickly undid the buttons on his dress shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Once I reached the top of his pants, I stood and waited until he followed suit. I pushed his jacket from his shoulders before undoing the heavy cufflinks at each wrist. Setting them on the table, I returned to tug his shirt from his pants and finish unbuttoning it before pushing it to the floor as well. I paused in hesitation.

  “May I touch you, sir?” I questioned, biting down on my lower lip anxiously. I wanted it more than anything else I could think of at that moment.

  “Yes,” he said, nothing more.

  I grinned inwardly at the freedom to touch him for once, but I wouldn’t risk showing my excitement to him lest he decide to change his mind. Starting at his neck, I slid both hands over his wide shoulder to the beautiful, firm muscles of his pecs. My fingers brushed against both his flat, round nipples as I descended lower to let my fingers enjoy the many ridges of his abdomen. I took an extra moment to slide up and down the defined muscles I knew he had to work hard to maintain before dipping to his pants.

  After slipping the button free, I slowly unzipped them before dropping to my knees in front of him. I hooked my fingers in both sides to tug them down over his hips. Pulling both his briefs and pants down, I stopped to remove his shoes and socks, then fully took off the last of his clothing.

  I glided my hands up his calves to his hairy thighs. Licking my lips, I locked my eyes on his engorged cock and wiggled between his thighs so I could get closer. Lowering my head closer, I teased the underside of his length with my tongue until I got to the flared mushroom tip. Sucking just that into my mouth, I used my hand to slide up and down the rest of him.

  The tangy taste of him burst over my tongue from the little drops that escaped the slit on the end of his cock. My tongue dipped into the tiny hole to gather more of his flavor before circling around him.

  He moaned and threaded his fingers through my loose hair.

  “Yes, bella. That feels good,” he said, encouraging me to continue and take more of him in my mouth.

  Little by little, I took him deeper, my lips meeting my hand that was wrapped around him. My other hand dropped to cup his tight sack and gently massage his balls. Each time
I came back down on him, I took more until I finally had him all the way in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

  He groaned and fisted the hand in my hair as his hips bucked up, forcing me to take him even farther.

  I nearly gagged, but he pulled back and I could breathe again.

  However, before I could sink back down on him, he yanked me up under my arms and spun me around. With a hand on my upper back, he forced me to bend over the table while he pressed against me from behind.

  “I’m going to take your ass tonight, bella,” he growled.

  “Yes, Matteo,” I said. I’d wondered when he was going to go through with it.

  He moved to my nightstand and retrieved a few things before returning to me. I heard the tearing of a plastic wrapper of some kind before I felt cool liquid being dripped down my crack. His fingers teased around my back hole for a moment before one finally breached the tight ring of muscle.

  I cried out softly at the odd sensation, but it quickly became familiar from his previous teasing of my hole.

  After a few thrusts of his single finger, he added another, then another. He didn’t wait long before withdrawing all of them and I felt the thick head of his cock being lined up.

  I clenched my teeth and waited for the tearing sensation I expected when he entered such a tight, practically virgin hole. Like I had experienced the first time he’d had sex with me.

  “Relax, bella,” he breathed, running his palms up my back, then back down in a soothing motion.

  I breathed deeply and tried to get my tense muscles to relax. Just when I thought I had managed, he pushed into me. While it didn’t exactly hurt, it wasn’t particularly comfortable either, and it certainly didn’t feel good.

  One of his hands held onto my shoulder, the other my hip. He pulled away only to surge back inside me, using my shoulder to pull me to him at the same time.

  It took a few thrusts, but it started to shift from uncomfortable to pleasurable. I spread my thighs and started pushing back into him, trying to take more of him.