Page 151 of Matteo
I winced, a tinge of pain flashing through me at the thought of Hannah. Stuck on this island—cut off from the real world—something had to give.
“Ari, don’t make me repeat myself,” he grunted.
One more day,I promised myself. I’d take one more day to get lost in this, and then I’d brave it. And so would Matteo.
I had come to terms with it. I was his. I’dalwaysbe his.
There was no denying it anymore.
With shaky fingers, I pulled down the zipper of my dress and let it fall soundlessly to the floor. His gaze fell to my lacy lingerie and heated.
“All of it,” he grunted as he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down.
I unhooked my bra and soon my panties followed, and his gaze swept over my naked body while I stared at his.
Matteo Vitale might be a lot of things, but his body was a work of art that would give Michelangelo a run for his money.
He took a step forward and so did I, meeting him halfway.
He reached out and stroked my collarbone, then lower until he reached my nipple, making me moan. His palm slid down my flat stomach until he reached between my legs. I pressed up on my tiptoes, eager for his fingers inside me.
I bit my bottom lip and my eyelids fluttered shut when he glided his fingers into my throbbing entrance, but a moan still vibrated between us.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmured. Then, without a warning, he slapped my pussy.
My eyes flew open as I yelped. “What the fuck?”
“Eyes on me, wife.” He slapped my pussy again, then thrust his finger inside me, pain and pleasure twisting and weaving like a vine.
I shot him a glare despite the fact that it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
“Slap my pussy again, husband, and I might get that gun back out and shoot you.”
His nostrils flared. “Say that again.”
I looked at him with uncertainty. “Slap my pussy and I’ll shoot you?”
“No, not that.” His fingers thrust inside me and I grabbed on to his bicep for balance.
“H-husband?” I moaned.
His mouth slammed onto mine, kissing me deeply.
“I like you calling me that,” he rasped against my lips. “And duly noted, no slapping. Can I tie you to the bed and fuck your greedy pussy?” He curled his fingers and thrust.
“What if I don’t like it?” I breathed harshly, every muscle in my body wound tight.
“Then we’ll stop.” He took my earlobe between his teeth and bit gently. It might have been silly, but I loved that he asked for my permission.
“Okay.”
He pulled out his fingers and brought them to my lips.
“Suck.” I parted my lips, licking them clean one by one. “Good girl. Now lie down.”
His words sent jolts through me and my stomach tumbled over.
I scooted back, following his demand, as Matteo reached inside the bedside table and pulled out two silk ties. Then he joined me, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he fastened my hands to the posts.
