Page 51 of Savage Vows

Alessia

The sweet, rich scents of vanilla and fresh-brewed coffee tease me. Either that, or my imagination is in overdrive because of how badly I need caffeine this morning. After all, I got very little sleep.

Even after the scene in the living room and having mind-blowing sex in his bedroom last night, he made love to me again.

Sometime after midnight, maybe sensing that I was being watched, I blinked open my eyes.

In the ambient light from the backyard, I saw Matteo looking at me. I was snuggled close to him, and one of his hands was toying with my hair.

Without any words being exchanged, he kissed me, then slowly and sweetly made love to me.

Before I’d even come completely awake, I was back asleep, protected in his arms. Because I’d been so relaxed and sensually worn out, I ended up sleeping a full hour later than I normally do

Moments later, Matteo enters the bathroom, carrying a steaming mug.

“Is that mine?” I ask hopefully. In the mornings, he usually has espresso, and he takes it without cream or sugar. “Please tell me that’s mine.”

“It is.” But the awful man keeps it close. “For a price.”

“Oh?” From the way his eyes are narrowed, I can guess what he’s talking about.

A little over half an hour ago, I awoke to the sight of Matteo returning to the bedroom wearing only a pair of shorts with a towel draped around his shoulders.

His honed body glowed from perspiration, and an unruly lock of hair had fallen across his shoulder. I shouldn’t be surprised that he works out hard. After all, a body like his requires a lot of work.

He suggested we shower together, and he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off me. And he didn’t step out until after he’d used his hand to bring me off twice. His appetite seems insatiable, and I wonder how I will survive him.

“Price?” I repeat, my mouth starting to water.

“Drop the robe.”

“But …” In the last twelve hours, I’ve had more orgasms than I’ve had in the last two years.

“I want to look at your ass, see if you have any marks from your spanking.”

He had plenty of opportunities to look while we were in the shower together.

But his expression is serious. And he’s still holding my coffee for ransom.

Since his request is totally unnecessary, I say, “Everything is fine.”

“I didn’t ask if it was.”

Matteo is full of contrasts. Kind and considerate as well as stern and unmovable.

“Now do as I say.”

He’s still holding my coffee, so I sigh and relent, following his instructions.

“Now turn around.”

For a moment, I hesitate. Since I prefer to read his expressions, I’m not a fan of having my back to him.

“Do it, Alessia.”

Swallowing deeply, I comply.

“Good.” His tone is a sexy growl of approval. “Now bend over the vanity and spread your legs wide.”

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