Dirty

by Ella Miles

  My body knows that it isn’t Heath kissing me. So, why pretend?

  “What do you want?” Matteo asks between kisses, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of lust.

  “Hmm,” I say as I’m still feeling every tingling sensation from the kiss.

  Matteo grins as he kisses my lips again before biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw just enough blood to bring me back to reality.

  I shake my head. “What did you say?”

  “What do you want, beautiful? You said you wanted our first time to be special, so what do you want? I know you’re too weak to do much, but what do you want? Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast now? Do you want me to wait until you’re stronger? Do you want me to take you out onto the balcony and make love slow and sweet in the sunlight? Or hard and fast in the dark? Tell me what you want.”

  My heartbeat picks up. He’s giving me the illusion of control while really taking it all away. But, still, I get to decide this one thing—how and when I want to have sex with Matteo for the first time.

  I grab the nape of his neck and force him to kiss me again. Right now, I want more kisses. So many more kisses. Arlo hasn’t kissed me since I came here. And it’s always my favorite part about being intimate with another person.

  I get lost in his kisses again. When Matteo kisses me, he really kisses me. Like it might be the last time he ever gets to kiss me, so he gives me everything he has. It makes it easy to think that he cares about me even though I know he doesn’t. I’m going to have to do a lot more to get him to actually care about me. And a heck of a lot to get him to fall in love with me.

  He stops kissing me, and I know what he is asking. I don’t get any more kisses until I decide.

  I can’t stop kissing him. I can’t stop wanting him. He’s turned me on, and I don’t have an off button.

  I don’t care about how weak I am. I don’t care about how I just sucked his brother’s dick. I don’t care that I came back to him, so he could answer my questions, not to fuck him. I need him to fuck me. I need the obsession to go away.

  “Fuck me. Make me forget everything but you.”

  I see the switch turn on in Matteo’s eyes when I give him permission to fuck me. Although he and Arlo look so similar, they are very different. Arlo saved me in his own way. He did what had to be done even though he knew I would hate him afterward. Arlo wants the control. He enjoyed me being weak. Matteo wants me to choose him. I know he’s just messing with my head. Both are going to cause me years of therapy if I survive this.

  Matteo stands up and undoes the button on his jacket. Removing it, he neatly places it on the chair in the corner. He kicks off his shoes while he slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt and then lays the shirt on top of his jacket. He slacks are next, and he takes just as much time with them as he did the rest of his clothes, making me crazy while I lie in the bed, unable to get up and hurry him up. He folds his pants and then puts them on the chair where the rest of his clothes lie.

  When he turns to me, the smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what he is doing to me. He’s driving me wild with need and want for him. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a man’s cock like I do right now.

  “I told you to fuck me. Not take your sweet-ass time in undressing.”

  He rips the covers off the bed and then climbs up on top of me, careful not to touch any part of my body as he does. His eyes travel over every inch of my body that he has already seen countless times. I’m just wearing underwear and a bra. We’ve slept like this all week long. But it feels different when his eyes devour me like they are now.

  “Oh, beautiful, I’m going to take my sweet time with you. I don’t trust that you will ever give yourself to me again. So, I’m going to make this last for as long as I can.”

  I suck in a breath to try to keep from panting and showing him exactly how much I want this. It’s embarrassing—how much I want him to fuck me. I want him to show me just how in control he is. Just how sweet he can make me feel. He makes me feel cared for when he heals me. I can only imagine how he will care for me when he fucks me.

  “I’m going to make you forget about every drop of pain,” Matteo says, taking my hand and kissing over the bruises and cuts from my fingertips to my shoulder. He takes my other arm and repeats the motion. Not letting one cut, scrape, or bruise be left untouched by his lips.

  He’s intoxicatingly slow and careful as he kisses me. Ensuring he doesn’t miss one place that could be causing me pain while, at the same time, hitting every spot that brings me pleasure.

  “Tell me what hurts, beautiful,” he says.

  I point to the deep bruises on my stomach.

  His lips move to my stomach, kissing and licking over every spot. My fingers and toes curl as I try not to fully let go and give in to him. But it’s an impossible task. Everything that he does is turning me on. Even if I want to be in control, I’m not. He can do anything he wants to my body. He can turn me on, and I can’t stop him. He can make me come, and I’m powerless.

  When I started this, I thought I could gain some power back by pretending like I care. But I’m not sure there is a difference between me pretending and actually enjoying myself.

  I feel my panties getting wetter with each kiss and lap of his tongue. I squirm as he continues to kiss my stomach, and then he moves to my legs, kissing every place there, except where I really want him to. I want him to rip my underwear and bra off. I want him to be rough. Tie me up. Slap my ass. Something. I can’t wait to see what he will do.

  He smirks and grabs my thighs, holding them down so that I stop squirming beneath him. “Impatient, are we?”

  “Yes,” I breathe. “Very impatient.”

  He shakes his head and starts kissing my thigh again, but I’ve had enough of his teasing. I push his head down between my legs and on top of my panties, hoping he will take the hint.

  He grins against my panties. He’s not going to move any faster than he wants to. I’m going to die a slow, torturous death from being turned on but never getting any release.

  I feel his teeth scrape against my stomach, and then he pulls my panties down with his teeth. My mouth drops open just a little at the sight of him actually doing what I want him to do.

  “Lick me,” I command.

  He does. He licks my pussy like it’s the best goddamn thing he’s ever tasted.

  My toes curl again, and my hands grab on to his long mane of hair as he licks me like he kisses me, giving me everything he has. Making me feel everything that I want to feel.

  He doesn’t slow when he hears me moaning and growing close to coming. He makes me come with just his tongue, and I scream from the release.

  But he doesn’t stop when I come. He keeps licking and kissing me, building me again. I come. And then he does it again. And again. As I come over and over. I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly so many times in a row. And I don’t think I can take anymore.

  I grab his hair, pulling him off of my pussy. “I can’t take anymore,” I pant.

  He grins. “You never said to stop.”

  “Stop,” I say with a grin, happy that I never told him to stop.

  He makes it clear that, right now, he will do anything that I ask of him. I just have to figure out what I want.

  And, despite coming half a dozen times, my body still craves his. I still want to feel his cock throbbing and stretching me as he fucks me. I want him to make me feel dirty. I want him to mark me as his, just like his brother did.

  “You’re not very good with directions then. Because I already told you to fuck me. I want it hard and fast, making me feel like the dirty whore that I am. Got it?”

  He smiles. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll fuck you until you forget about any other man other than me.”

  I run my tongue across my bottom lip. “Good luck. You might have pulled the most orgasms out of me. But, when your brother fucked me, he fucked me so hard that I will never forget how his cock felt in my pussy. So far, I t
hink he’s winning.”

  I don’t add that the reason he did that was to make me forget about what his father had done. As much as I hate Arlo for taking my choices away, I’m thankful for what he did. He got me out of there and replaced the terrible memories with him.

  Matteo growls. “Take it back.”

  I grin. “Not until you prove you can fuck me better than he did,” I say, taunting him. Hoping I’m hitting a nerve.

  Before I know what’s happening, he has my hands tied high above my head. His hips have my legs pinned to the bed. And my bra is off, lying on the floor. I’m completely naked and completely at his will. It’s what I’ve been craving all along even though I don’t understand why. I usually love the control but not when it comes to the Carini men.

  He firmly kisses me on the lips, taking my breath away, before I feel my panties being shoved in my mouth, followed by what I think is his tie going around my mouth and then being tied behind my head to keep me from pushing the panties out.

  “That’s better. Now, I don’t have to listen to any more talk about how my brother fucks you better than I do.” Matteo smirks as he looks down at me all tied up. “I don’t think you are ready for me. I think you need some time to think about my cock instead of my brother’s,” he says, stroking his own thick cock.

  My eyes grow wide, looking at him as he climbs off me.

  I moan, pleading with him to fuck me. I don’t want to wait. I want to feel his cock deep inside me.

  He just smirks. “Sorry, sweetheart. If you play games with me, you’d better be prepared for the consequences. You won’t win. I’ll be back in an hour, maybe two.” He touches my pussy that is dripping with my own cum and that needs to be fucked, and then he licks his finger clean.

  He walks over and grabs his clothes. Then, he walks out of the room, leaving me tied to the bed and full of need.

  That asshole. If he thinks it’s just going to make me want him more, then he’s right. Fuck him!

  If only I could.

  14

  Arlo

  It’s been a long twenty-four hours. I should learn to always be prepared for the unexpected, but it’s not something you ever get used to. I’ll never get used to taking someone else’s life. Even someone who deserves to die. It’s still hard. It’s something that stays with me forever, and it makes me that much more of a monster than I already am.

  Matteo walks over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Thanks, man, I owe you. I didn’t see him.”

  I just nod. He owes me dozens of times now for saving his life. If he was anyone else other than my brother, I would have made him sign a contract showing exactly how much he owed me and how he would be paying me back. But he’s my brother. He’d do the same for me.

  Matteo starts to remove the bullets from his gun.

  I grab his hand, annoyed that I have to explain things to him for the millionth time. “You are never safe. You are always a target. The second you let your guard down is the second that you die. As much as you annoy the fuck out of me, I’d prefer it if you wouldn’t die.”

  Matteo smiles like he always does. Like this is all just one big game to him.

  I sigh and shake my head. That’s why I need to be in control of the family. I have to protect him and everyone else. Enrico used to care enough to do it, but he doesn’t anymore. He turned cynical after my mother died. And Matteo doesn’t take anything seriously.

  He glances down at my shirt where the blood is pouring out. “Come on, let me stitch you up anyway.”

  “I can do it myself,” I say, frustrated. All I really want to do is go find Nina and fuck her senseless. I desperately need a distraction.

  Matteo laughs. “No, you can’t. This is the one thing I’m better than you at. Let me stitch you up. I need you to stay alive and not die from an infection or some shit so that you can protect me in the future.”

  I roll my eyes. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. Least of all my brother. But I don’t really have a choice. The bullet went through my stomach and out my back. I can deal with the stomach wound, but I can’t really do much about the wound on my back.

  “Fine,” I say and follow Matteo to his section of the house.

  The second I step into the hallway, I can smell Nina. The light perfume smell that still lingers from the day she applied it on her wedding day and the tiniest hint of fear but mostly sex. She smells like sex.

  “What did you do?” I glare at my brother as I run into his bedroom. The whole time, I think that Enrico broke in because Matteo forgot to lock the damn door or tell security to alert us the second that Enrico returned. All I can think about is her body and soul being broken again. And I can’t handle it. Not so soon after the last time it happened.

  I burst through the door to the bedroom and see Nina tied to the bed. Naked.

  My cock hardens automatically at the sight of her naked body. It doesn’t do that for just any woman. I’ve walked in on countless naked women before. But there is something about Nina that my cock just can’t resist.

  I quickly look around the room for my father or one of his minions, but I find no one in the room.

  Nina’s eyes travel from mine to the man behind me. I glance back and see Matteo standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.

  “It looks like I forgot about someone. Oops,” Matteo says, although he doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic.

  She’s been tied to the bed for at least twenty-four hours. She’s not going to be happy.

  I walk over to the bed, pull out my knife, and cut the ropes that Matteo used to tie her to the bedposts.

  Her hands immediately go to the tie around her mouth, undoing it, and then she spits out the panties in her mouth. “You asshole!”

  It’s not entirely clear which one of us she is calling an asshole.

  “Sorry, sweetheart. Why don’t you suck me off while I clean up Arlo’s wounds? And then I’ll fuck you. Was it hard and fast that you wanted or slow and sweet? I can’t really remember,” Matteo says, laughing.

  I take a step back after already getting a piece of Nina’s rage and knowing better than to be near her when she’s this pissed.

  She smiles sweetly as she walks toward Matteo, but I know that her feelings beneath the surface are anything but sweet. She acts like she is about to kneel in front of Matteo to suck his dick, but instead, she knees him as hard as she can in the goods.

  I smile. Good girl, I think, but I don’t dare say it because I don’t want to be the next target of her wrath.

  Matteo doubles over in pain.

  “Let’s get one thing clear,” she says as she stands, completely naked and unashamed in front of us. “I’m done playing both of your stupid games. I understand that, for whatever stupid reason, I am in your debt for the next seven years. Something that I plan on getting changed ASAP. But, in the meantime, I will do normal things that people do to pay back a debt. I will clean for you. Do your laundry. Cook for you. Work for you. But there will be no more sex unless I say so. Got it?” Her voice is raspy after not having anything to drink for twenty-four hours, and her eyes are dark.

  Her body shakes a little as she stands, and I know, despite how tough she is acting, she doesn’t even have the strength to stand much longer.

  “No,” I say.

  Nina turns her glare toward me. “No?”

  “No,” I say again. “You are ours. We can fuck you whenever we want.”

  She smirks. “You can, but you won’t. I don’t know why you two don’t rape me like your father did, but I know that you won’t.”

  I take a step toward her. “Are you sure about that? I’ve fucked you before against your will.”

  She pushes back. “That was because you were protecting me.”

  “Was I? Or did I just tell you that to get you to trust me?”

  “Enough with the games. I know that you both have some sort of truce. I’ve figured that much out. I don’t understand what it is or why, but I do know that neith
er of you will fuck me again without my expressed permission to do so. You can’t hurt me.”

  Matteo finally pulls himself off the ground where he was writhing in pain. “You sure? Or do you just wish that it were true? Because the thought of either of us fucking you against your will like our father did is too much for you to bear?”

  Her eyes dart back and forth between us. She crosses her arms over her chest. “You won’t hurt me. I’m going to go get a drink, food, and clothes, and then you two are going to start explaining. Everything.”

  Nina storms past both of us and into the kitchen inside Matteo’s rooms.

  We both let her go. Both amused and turned on by the fact that she thinks she has any control over us. She thinks she has everything figured out, but she doesn’t. She’s not even close to the truth. Still, she has figured out a lot of things much sooner than most women who have been enslaved to us.

  Matteo and I follow her into the kitchen where she has already pulled out a bottle of water and is quickly downing it. When she finishes the bottle of water, she starts pulling everything she can find out of the small fridge. Pizza, chicken, and pasta. She opens the box with the pizza and starts eating it cold.

  She looks at Matteo. “Clothes. Now,” she demands.

  He smiles as he pulls his own filthy button-down shirt off his body and tosses it to her. She catches it.

  “You think you’re funny, don’t you? But I haven’t showered in weeks, so I really don’t care. I’m just tired of you two staring at my boobs and ass.”

  She puts the shirt on, making sure to button it all the way up so that we can no longer see any skin before she continues eating her pizza while sitting on the counter.

  She opens her mouth as she looks to me, about to say something but then stops when she sees the blood. She hops down from the counter she was sitting on and hobbles over to me. Her muscles must be sore from being tied up and still weak from my father’s beatings.

  Nina grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it up, and her eyes go wide from what she sees. “You were shot,” she says calmly, still staring at my wound.