Page 51 of Hated Vows

My kitten is a quick learner.

Her hands are at my belt, tugging. I should stop her, need to stop her. I still her hands with a firm grip. “Kitten?—”

“I’ve been dreaming of this, Matteo, please, let me—” She breaks off and looks me in the eye. “Teach me.”

Teach her to suck my cock? With that begging siren’s tone?

I’m fucked.

39

TASHA

I’m not lying. Ever since the day I threw his phone across his apartment and he pressed me against the wall, telling me he’d be tearing the world down to find me and make sure I was safe, I’ve been having visions of us.

Of me, serving him.

Of him succumbing to me.

I know it’s messed up, but he kept his promise. He came for me as if I were his. My feelings for Matteo have been oscillating between pure hate and some type of warped infatuation, but now they’re stuck in another corner, and they won’t budge. Admiration and respect twisted with something I won’t admit to myself—ever.

We’re still staring into each other’s eyes as he releases his grip on my hands. I’m finally getting to touch him. I unbuckle his belt. His cock strains against his jeans, and it must be uncomfortable. I deal with the button and the zip, strip him open to graze my fingertips over the silky flesh.

Matteo sighs as I caress him again, this time circling a fingertip over the wet head. He closes his eyes and drops his head back with a strained chuckle, as his cock pushes into my touch. “Get on your knees.”

I slip from his lap and settle on the floor, submissive, waiting for the next instruction. He leans in and cups my cheek. “I’m not giving you more than this, kitten,” he murmurs as he strokes my lips. “Understand?”

I don’t want to understand. He is denying us.

He stands and towers over me, studying me for a moment, his hands running the waist of his jeans as he toes off his loafers. “You’re too fucking beautiful to be ruined by the likes of me.”

I want to protest, but he eases off his jeans and kicks them to the side, distracting me with his muscles’ grace in the fluid movement. My heart flips at the sight of him, his body fully exposed to me for the first time, the visual of his tattoos from this angle, his cock jutting out.

“Is this going to be enough for you, kitten?”

I don’t know how I’m going to do it. Never mind my mouth, how is that to go in down there? And no, being with him like this now will never be enough. I suspect I’m going to crave Matteo Scalera for years to come.

That’s a future-me problem. Right now, all I want is to touch him, so I stroke my hands up his legs, resting my hands on his thighs, but not doing more.

“You understand this isn’t going further,” he grunts as he grips my hair, tilts my head and forces me to look him in the eye. “Answer me, goddammit.”

“Yes.” I blink at him as I inch my hands higher, stroking his strained balls with my fingertips.

His cock twitches at my touch and Matteo smirks as he pushes a thumb into my mouth and circles it over my tongue. “So fucking eager.”

He grips his cock, his one hand still controlling my head by my hair, and pushes the tip into my mouth. I close my lips and suck, and he grunts as he drops his head back. “Gently, kitten. I want this to last longer than seconds.”

I moan as he pushes in deeper, already feeling the strain on my throat. He pulls out and drives back in, controlling every movement with his hold on my hair, while I grip the back of his thighs. He goes deeper with every thrust, eventually hitting the back of my throat. I splay my legs, sinking into a new rush of desire building up in my core. I never knew this would be such a turn-on. No wonder I’ve been dreaming of it.

He thrusts even deeper, and my throat closes up in protest, my eyes tearing, but I don’t let go of his thighs, not willing to back off even half an inch. I need to hold on, accustom my body to taking all of him.

As if he reads my mind, he holds still. “Told you you’d love gagging on my cock.” He steps into me and bends my head back to open my throat, then gives me the smallest of thrusts. “Sexiest fucking thing ever,” he grunts as he does it again. “Breathe, baby, almost there.”

Tears are running down my cheeks, but I manage to inhale, my body protesting the strained position. He is so tall and like this I’m a little bird feeding on his cock. He rocks into me several times, and I feel his release about to erupt.

Instead of coming down my throat, he pulls out and ejects his cum down my neck and onto my chest. He heaves a muttered fuck as I stare up at him, his eyes glazed over in pleasure.

Matteo softens his grip on my hair into a gentle caress and my body relaxes. He gives me space but keeps his gaze on me. “That was perfection, kitten. You won’t need another lesson.”

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