Page 46 of Beautiful Sinner

But Matteo and I don’t move from our spot. It’s like our feet are rooted to the ground.

“I don’t want to talk,” he says gruffly.

“Neither do I.”

Matteo wraps his arms around me and brings his lips down to mine. I kiss him back hungrily. Never have I felt this passion inside of me. I’ve always been the polite, good girl who did what her brother asked of her. I’ve never been the rebel.

But then again, I’ve never known what this feels like: lust and maybe even love.

Matteo gently lowers me onto the bed as we continue to kiss. I trust him not to hurt me, even though he’s the enemy. He’s proven himself to me at this point.

Our kiss becomes more heated. His hands grip my hips as he hovers over me. The feeling of his body on top of mine is both exciting and terrifying.

I pull back slightly. “I’m not ready for sex.” I’m not sure if I’m ready to risk all of myself just yet.

“We don’t have to have sex. But we can do other things if you’re open to it.”

Slowly, I nod. As much as I can experience with Matteo, I want to.

He kisses me again but this time, his fingers move down to my upper thighs. With my dress on, it’s easy for him to touch my skin. I inhale sharply. We’re playing a dangerous game. No man should be touching me before my wedding night. If Viktor found out…

He pushes my dress up to my hips and settles his fingers on my panties. “I want to touch you here. Without these in the way.” He doesn’t ask me if I want to but I know he’s still asking for permission.

A flare of arousal hits me. It makes my stomach clench at the thought of him touching me down there, skin to skin. No one has touched me there. I’ve barely even touched myself there.

“Yes,” I gasp.

Matteo kneels before the bed and slips my shoes off before he grabs the edges of my panties and pulls them down. I shiver.

Suddenly, I’m self-conscious. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?

But when I glance down at Matteo, all I see is lust in his eyes. He parts my legs and I can’t believe I let him.

“I need to touch you,” he says before placing his palm over my entire vulva. My hips buck up from the contact. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Matteo slowly rubs me. Every motion sends heat through my body as he touches my sensitive nub. It’s a place I’ve explored on rare occasions: when I was feeling brave or even lonely. But I would feel silly and stop.

With Matteo, I don’t want this moment to stop.

“You’re getting wet for me,” he murmurs, pressing his hand harder against me. I gasp. My hands grip the bedsheets underneath me.

“This is all new for me.”

“I know. And I know I shouldn’t be the one doing this to you but fuck, Julia. I need to be. I can’t let anyone else do it.”

Connor. He means Connor.

Knowing that Matteo could have all of my firsts sends a shoot of pleasure through my body. I want him to have all my firsts. If I do have to marry Connor, then giving Matteo my firsts is at least something I can control.

“I need to taste you,” he growls. “Will you let me?”

“Taste?” I whimper.

“Put my mouth on you,” he explains. Oh, I know what he meant. I’m just not sure I can handle it.

But if I’m going to hell for being with the enemy, I might as well enjoy it. Explore it.

“Ok,” I gasp, arching my hips up slightly.

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