by Sam Mariano
It’s hard to concentrate with his body so near. All I want to do is touch him, but I try to keep my head straight and process what he’s saying. “What?”
He smiles, dropping a brief kiss on my lips, like he used to when I amused him. It makes my heart ache again, but I’m too confused to really feel it.
“Can you share me with Meg? No betrayal, no pain, no heartache. Not an affair; a relationship. Nobody gets hurt. Meg’s already agreed to it. If you want me, I’m yours.”
He doesn’t give me time to respond. To process what the hell he just offered. Those last six words are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard in my life. If you want me, I’m yours.
His mouth is on mine again, and it’s like pouring lighter fluid on a roaring flame. I let loose. I break away from his mouth, but not to fight. Arching off the bed, I yank the thin black camisole off my body and fling it. I shove my sleep shorts down, and he helps, yanking them off and throwing them in the floor.
“Is that a yes?” he asks, amused.
“Fuck me,” I say, reaching for his cock. I want to stroke him and make him feel good. I want him to bury himself inside me again and again. “Fuck me, Mateo.”
He grins, a devilish grin that reminds me of the poker game so long ago, when I felt like I was selling him my soul. It feels like that again, and a flash of fear moves through me, because he could be manipulating me. This could be a trick. It’s not inconceivable that he would fool me again to get what he wants, and if he is, he’ll turn my whole world upside down—again.
But even if he is, I might as well enjoy it.
I might as well let the devil sweep me up in his arms for one more dance.
Chapter Ten
Mia
I stroke his cock, pleasure moving through me as I see it play out across his handsome face. I love knowing I’m responsible for his pleasure.
He reaches down and pulls my hand away after a moment, pushing my arms down on the bed, pinning them down. Pinning me down. Looming over me. I squirm, needing him inside me.
“Have you missed my cock, Mia?”
“Yes,” I say, a little desperately.
“Have you missed my mouth?” he asks, as that beautiful mouth moves to the curve of my neck, dropping kisses there.
“I’ve missed every single thing about you,” I state, more honestly than I probably need to. I want to wrap my arms around him, to hold him, but he’s still pinning me down.
My answer pleases him. I see the approval on his face when he pulls back, and it goes straight through my veins like a drug. It’s thrilling. I want to please him more.
His hand moves between my legs, just brushing my inner thigh. I cry out, overly stimulated already. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this, but I don’t really care.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he practically growls, diving into my neck again, sending pleasure shooting everywhere. Between kisses, he asks roughly, “What is it like to feel so much?”
“Horrible,” I say, on a gasp as his finger moves inside me. “It’s pure torture.”
“Is my touch torture?”
“The best kind.”
He likes this, too. He moves his thumb inside me, nudging my clit.
I throw my head back into the pillows, feeling near coming already. I don’t know how this man does this to me, because it sure isn’t like this without him. Covering my mouth with his, he kisses me while he plays with me. It’s hard to kiss him back, to focus, because I’m light-headed with mounting pleasure. I can’t stop moaning against his mouth. It’s too much. I know I’m moving toward relief, but the pressure is too much.
Then suddenly he withdraws his fingers. He still kisses me at first, but then he withdraws from my mouth, too. It’s like he suddenly took away all my oxygen and I can’t breathe without him.
I’m dimly aware that this is bad. Like, really, really bad. But then I’m aware of nothing, because he moves down my body and his mouth latches onto my pussy, and then I’m helpless. Mateo’s tongue is made of magic, and as it moves skillfully in all the right places, I clutch desperately at bed sheets, emit pitiful cries of pleasure, my legs shaking as delicious pressure builds inside me.
“Mateo!” My gasps come quicker, faster, more desperate. I reach down, pushing my fingers through his hair, and he zeroes in, flicking faster.
I cry out as I come, arching off the bed, going limp.
Oh, my god.
I’m completely helpless for several seconds, zapped of every last ounce of strength.
Mateo comes back up, his eyes dancing, and somehow, even though I just came, even though I’m satisfied, pleasure moves through me again. Not just physical pleasure, but emotional pleasure. Then he’s kissing me again, bringing my hand to his cock, and I remember he doesn’t give breaks. Fuck, I am going to be tired tomorrow. It’s going to be so worth it, but I’m going to be a zombie.
“I want you to ride me,” he says. “I want to watch you.”
I nod, even though I’m not sure how I’ll find that much strength so quickly after my orgasm. I very much want to ride him, so I’ll send out a search party if I have to.
Turns out I don’t need a search party. The fog starts to clear. The sexy gleam in his dark eyes, the curve of a smile on his lips because he’s enjoying this as much as I am, they’re enough. My desire to please him suddenly surges back to life, giving me the energy to climb on top of him. I reach for his cock, guiding it between my legs, and I watch the surge of pleasure on his handsome features as I ease down and slowly take his cock inside me.
This is paradise.
I lean down to kiss him, just because I can. He rewards me with a little smile, then grips my hips and shows me the pace he likes. It’s fast and fucking furious, so I approve.
Once he sees I’m following his pace, he lets me go and watches me ride him. It’s so fucking sexy, Mateo’s eyes on me as I ride his cock.
I love this man so much. He’s going to split my heart into a million tiny pieces, but moments like this might make it worth it.
His hands go to my hips again, and I realize this time to slow me down. To stop me. I don’t want to stop. I’m unsure at first, but then he pushes me back down on the bed, climbing on top of me.
“I like looking down at you while I fuck you.”
“I like that, too,” I tell him.
He touches me between my legs, fingering me for another few seconds. “You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart.”
“I want you,” I tell him, my arms finally free to wrap around him.
“Yeah? How much?”
“More than anything,” I murmur, arching forward to kiss every inch of his skin my mouth can touch. I want to worship his whole body. It feels like there could never be enough time.
“You want my cock deep inside your pussy, Mia?”
Desire spirals inside me. “God, yes.”
“Beg me for it.”
It shouldn’t excite me so much, but pleasure pours through me. “Please, Mateo. Please. I need your cock. I need it.”
I hold onto him as he finally drives inside me, brutal despite all the tenderness. God, I missed this. I missed this so much, and I didn’t even know.
“Thank you,” I murmur, between gasps.
This makes him laugh, but tenderly, and he gives me a kiss to make up for laughing at me. “Anytime.”
I’m so deeply and profoundly in love with this man, I can barely stand it. Having him inside me, receiving his light, playful kiss is almost too much. “You own me, Mateo.”
He doesn’t expect that one, and he groans, slamming into me harder. “Fuck, Mia.”
I don’t know how he does this to my body, how he consumes me, fills me with so much pleasure that I feel like I’m going to burst. Nothing else feels like this. Nothing.
I wonder if I feel the same to him. I normally wouldn’t be bold enough to ask, but I’m wide open right now. “What does it feel like to be inside me?”
Leaning down to gi
ve me a gentle kiss, he chuckles against my mouth, the breath he expels against my skin somehow making me fall more in love with him. “It feels like fucking Heaven, sweetheart.”
My own personal devil finding a little slice of Heaven inside my body. I like that.
His pace slows a little and he takes the time to kiss me, still moving inside me, still stoking the desire, but not in any rush. For just a few minutes, it feels more like love.
Then he pulls out, turns me over, grabs a fistful of my hair, and I cry out as he slams into me doggy style. He’s so fucking invigorating.
“You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling my hair.
“Oh, yeah,” I manage, between pants.
“You like when I use you,” he states roughly, his free hand coming up to palm my tit. He’s rough, squeezing the nipple; it hurts, but I don’t mind. “You like when I treat you like my little whore, don’t you?”
I’d be his anything. If it means having his cock inside me and his kisses on my lips, he can call me whatever he wants. “Yes.”
He gets a little rougher, pushing me down on the bed, grasping my hips as he fucks me so hard I’ll be sore tomorrow. Then my arousal piques as he asks, “Who does this pussy belong to, Mia?”
“You,” I say between gasps, feeling an orgasm building. “You own my pussy, Mateo.”
“That’s right,” he murmurs, giving my back a little stroke of approval. “You’re never going to leave me again, are you?”
My heart bottoms out when he asks this one. It wasn’t what I expected, and it slices me open, hearing him ask that. It’s also fucking scary.
But it’s a no-brainer. I’d rather die than leave him.
“Never,” I answer. “I’d never leave you.”
He already possessed my soul, but I feel a little like I just signed a contract.
Then he pulls out of me again and flips me on my back, pushing back inside me. He pins my arms above my head, watching my face. He’s so fucking intense right now; he makes it hard to breathe when he looks into my eyes.
“I want to watch you come for me, Mia. Then I want you to watch me while I come inside your sweet little body.”
Holy shit.
I’m a little overwhelmed, but he somehow steadies me now as I hold his gaze. I want to arch up and kiss him so bad, but I don’t think he’ll let me. I’ve been given strict orders to watch. I like his orders so much.
His eyes narrow slightly, like he’s trying to read me. “What?” he asks.
I tilt my hips, shaking my head just slightly and sighing as he sinks inside me. “I love this.”
“Good. Get used to it,” he replies, the warmth in his eyes reminding me of my last dream of him. It was only a dream then in every way—his affection for me, my importance to him. But it feels real right now. I do feel like I matter to him. I don’t feel like a toy at all, regardless of how we play.
I feel loved.
I haven’t felt that in a long time. Never from him.
An orgasm rips through me again, more powerful than the first. It’s drawn out, agonizing bliss, but I ride the wave, crying out as Mateo still pounds away between my legs. Once he sees me relax, watches the rush of pleasure subside, he lets himself get there. And now it’s my turn to watch as Mateo Morelli, my tormentor, my master, maybe the love of my life comes inside me, moving deeper, reaping every last bit of pleasure he can from my body.
He collapses on top of me and my arms go around him. My legs follow, wrapping him up like I can keep him. Like I can make it impossible for him to leave.
I never want him to leave. I want to keep him all to myself, right here, in this bed. Whatever the world wants to do, it can do without us. It can keep spinning and forget we exist—I won’t miss it.
But he isn’t trying to get away from me, not yet. He curls his arms around me just as tight, nearly smothering me in his embrace. I tilt my head a little so I can breathe, and then I’m happy to be held against his naked body.
This is everything. He is everything. He’s satisfied but he hasn’t pulled out yet, and my heart quickens, just thinking about him still inside me. I never want him to be anywhere else. My lips seek him out as if of their own volition, brushing across his chest, right over his heart. I turn my head to press my ear there, listening to the strong, sure beat of his heart.
“Making sure it works?” he asks lightly.
“It works perfectly,” I assure him.
“Anatomically, at least.”
“No,” I say, my tone dismissive as I hug him fiercely, then press another kiss to his heart. “You’re wonderful.”
He drops a kiss on top of my head. “You’re adorably misguided.”
I shake my head defiantly, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, to caress him. The affection in his eyes as I do about undoes me. I need to kiss him again, so I stretch up to brush my lips across his. He’s such a tender kisser, and I love the taste of him in my mouth.
I finally break the kiss to catch my breath and he buries his face in my neck, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through me. I wrap a leg around his hip, keeping him close.
My mind is only a second ahead of my mouth, but before I have time to reconsider, I tell him, “I love you.”
It feels so scary to say to him and my heart stalls, but he gazes down at me warmly. “I love you, too.”
I definitely didn’t expect him to say it back, and I can’t keep my jaw from inching open. “Really?”
Mateo chuckles, apparently amused that I’m surprised.
My face flushes, but I also smile. I can’t be too embarrassed—I’m too damn overjoyed.
He doesn’t offer further confirmation, but hearing it once was leaps and bounds above what I expected. I knew Mateo cared for me, I knew he desired me, I guess I even realized he had some kind of soft spot for me, but love? Mateo Morelli loves me?
I sigh, so content in this moment I never want it to end. I want to pause life and stay here in this bed with him for the rest of time.
Especially knowing we’re sharing, so while I have him with me tonight, kissing him, holding him, loving him, tomorrow he’ll be gone.
I don’t want to worry about that now, though.
Mateo finally releases me long enough to pull out of me. He rolls over into the empty spot beside me—his spot, in his bed—and pulls me into his arms, tucking me snugly against his body. Like a lover. The way he used to, when he was done being mean to me. It made me angry then because it was a mockery. It isn’t anymore.
It’s wonderful now. It’s intoxicating. It’s distressingly tender, and now I’m afraid to lose it.
I just declared my love for him and promised I’d never leave him. I told Mateo I’m his.
But I’m not. I live with someone else—a member of his own family.
I don’t know what happens now, but I don’t think it’s going to be pleasant.
Mateo’s voice startles me. “You don’t have to work at the bakery in the morning, do you?”
“No,” I murmur, lightly caressing the arm he has locked around me.
“Good,” he says, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.
“You’re really staying all night?” I ask, glancing back at him.
“I am,” he verifies. “And as soon as I recharge, I’m going to fuck you again. And again. And again.”
He punctuates each “again” with a little kiss along my neck, and I close my eyes, sighing in pleasure. “That sounds really good.”
“If you can sit down comfortably tomorrow, I haven’t done my job.”
That makes me laugh, and I twist in his arms until his grip eases up enough for me to turn. Once I’m facing him, snuggled against him, he secures his arm around me again. I run my fingers through his dark hair, just admiring his beauty. God, he is intoxicating.
“I love that plan,” I tell him.
“Yeah?” He dips his head to kiss me, his tongue moving into my mouth and drawing me back into his chaos.
I don’t resist. He’s my favorite kind of chaos.
I don’t know where we go from here, but as long as we’re in this little bubble, I’m not going to worry about it.
As long as I’m able, I’m going to love him.
To hell with the consequences.
Chapter Eleven
Mia
I wake up to Mateo’s mouth moving across my bare shoulder blade, his hand between my legs, two fingers already pressed inside me. I’m face down in the pillow and he fists his free hand in my hair, signaling it’s going to be a rough round. I’m already sore from last night, but I crave the burn as he pushes his cock inside me. I’m not accustomed to morning sex, but the sudden intrusion jogs my memory—when I was in his room all those months ago, he always took me in the morning before he started his day.
At least now I have no complaints.
Once I’m boneless with sexual satisfaction, he lets himself come. I don’t know how there’s anything left in his balls, but I will not question this delightful magic.
Sighing contentedly, he moves back to his spot beside me. He gathers me close, leaning in to kiss me hard on the mouth.
I tip my head back to grin up at him. “Well, good morning.”
“It is, isn’t it?” he remarks, a smile on his handsome face. God, I just want to bury myself in him and never come out. I feel like I deserve partial credit for putting that smile on his face, and it warms me all the way through. I snuggle closer to his incredible body and sigh contentedly.
“Any day that starts like this is a good one,” I state.
“I’ll make a note.”
“Mm, do that.” I press my mouth against his bare chest, just wanting to kiss some part of him. I hope I’m only this hungry for him because this is new. As many times as he’s fucked me in the past 12 hours, I don’t know how my body is still so desperate for more. “I have an idea,” I tell him, forcing my lips away from his skin so I can talk.
He gazes down at me with enough tenderness to melt my heart. “What’s your idea?”
“You should blow off all your responsibilities and stay here in bed with me all day. Maybe we can come out for dinner later, but other than that, nope.”
