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I sink into decadence as I lie naked before his hungry eyes, my heels catching on the fur throw, causing me to wonder if I should have taken them off.
Matteo moves to the side of the bed and rummages in the drawer of the nightstand, and as he pulls out a silk blindfold, my heart rate spikes as his strong fingers close around my eyes.
“I am taking one of your senses to heighten the rest.” He whispers in my ear, the sound soft, seductive and almost chilling.
As my sight is impeded, the rest of my senses step up a gear, and I listen to him over the hum of the air conditioning that is blowing a soft breeze against my heated skin.
He reaches for my foot and grasps my ankle with his strong hand, pressing a soft kiss to the skin, holding it against his chest.
For some reason, I close my eyes and give in to the power of his touch, loving the ripples of delight that flood my body as he trails kisses up my leg, stopping short of my thighs. He replaces one leg with another, and my pussy is throbbing as it wakes up from its rest and anticipates another lesson in delight.
The bed dips as he joins me, this time between my thighs, and his mouth latches on to my skin, his teeth skimming my flesh as he alternates between licking and biting a trail up to my sodden pussy.
I gasp when his mouth finds my clit, and he sucks it slowly, the delicious sensation causing me to moan.
“You taste so sweet, baby girl.”
His low groan causes me to smile as he worships me in a way I never expected. He makes me feel as if I’m the most desirable woman in the world, not the novice I am, which means as much as the pleasure he is giving me. He laps at me like a dog, and I should be embarrassed at how I’m spread out and pushing up with desperation for more, wanting him—needing him — to finishthe job.
His tongue drags through my center and enters it, hot, heavy and demanding. His teeth bite down softly on my clit, his fingers edging inside my wet heat as he curls them against the G-spot he has a knack for finding.
The orgasm hits me from out of nowhere, and this time I scream his name into the near silence. “Oh my God, Matteo, fuck!”
He rides my orgasm with his tongue, tasting it, swallowing it, owning it—owning me.
I am weak, my legs are shaking, and I’m sweating all over his silk sheets, and yet it’s still not enough. I want him to finish the job, to plunge his hard cock inside so I get the whole of him.
But he pulls away, my body desolate at the loss, and as the bed dips again, he wastes no time in stripping the blindfold from my eyes.
“Come, the main course will be waiting.”
“I’m not hungry.” I groan my disappointment, almost petulant as I face the fact that he is the only meal I want tonight.
“You are, Taylor, because I say so.”
His voice is hard, controlling, unbreakable, but still sends a shiver of delight through my body. I crave his dominance, it seems. The way he commands me, yet worships me at the same time as if I am the most important woman in the world. Daring me to defy him; knowing I don’t have it in me.
With a sigh, I reach for his hand and once again we trip back down the hall to face the next test of endurance.
Chapter Twenty
Matteo
Taylor is the most delightful project I have ever undertaken. She is responsive, willing and desperate for my attention. I am enjoying a pleasant evening in her company, and I’m surprised at that.
This time as she takes her chair, she doesn’t question the state of the seat, and I smile to myself, hoping she drips a stain on the fabric for everyone to see how much she desires me. In fact, I may tattoo her skin with the words,Matteo’s propertybecause she is, and I am possessive over my things.
Taylor is mine, and I want the world to know that, and as I build her into my queen, she will walk tall beside me.
I’ll deal with my brother’s fascination with her another time. Tonight is all about us, our beginning, which must be memorable.
The starter has been cleared away, and two domesare waiting. As I lift mine, she does the same and stares at the meal with surprise as I explain, “Lobster Thermidor.”
She raises her eyes and says with reluctance, “It looks so–” I note the disappointment as she whispers, “Scary.”
The fact that the lobster is intact is a problem she must learn to deal with, and I say firmly, “I’ll instruct you. Do as I do. First, twist the tail from the body and the claws. Then, crack open the tail shell and pull the meat out, and use the lobster cracker or your hands to break open the claws and knuckles to retrieve the meat. Remove the legs, and suck or squeeze out the small pieces of meat inside.”
“Do I have to?” She is staring at the meal as if it’s about to devour her, and I disguise my smile.
