Page 36 of The Lies We Tell

“You wouldn’t,” she insisted, moving to push past him.

Gripping her wrist, Matteo shifted to press his body against hers, pinning her to the wall. He dropped his head and traced the tip of his nose along her jaw to her ear.

“I absolutely would,” he assured her. “So which is it going to be?”

Chapter Fourteen

If she knew how much the defiant fire snapping in her eyes made him want to push her to the brink until she was screaming his name, she’d do a better job of hiding her emotions from him. Or maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she liked this game they played as much as he did.

The nights he spent with her had been perfect, despite the way she kept disappearing from his bed. He loved to make her beg and scream. Now he wanted to see her squirm, hear her whimper.

Capturing the hem of her shirt, he lifted it over her stomach and chest, pulling it off and tossing it on the bench beside them. His eyes dipped down to her breasts, and he traced his fingertip over the lacy edges of her bra.

“This is ridiculous,” she said when he moved to unbutton and unzip her pants.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly worked them down over her hips and ass. “Then tell me to stop.”

“What?”

Her pussy slowly came into view as he tugged her pants down her thighs to her knees, releasing them so the fabric pooled at her feet. He’d asked the clerk to select some matching bra and panty sets, but now he was considering leaving the panties behind.

He liked knowing she was bare under her clothes, ready and willing for him to touch her. Like she was right now.

“If it’s so ridiculous, tell me to stop.” When she said nothing, he smirked, lifting the dress from the hanger and working the zipper down. “Step out of those pants and put your arms up.”

“I’m not a doll. I can dress myself.”

“Up,” he repeated, voice bordering on a growl.

She stared him down for a few moments—and Christ, if that didn’t make his cock that much harder—before finally relenting and lifting her arms over her head. He helped her work the sleeves down her arms, adjusting the wide square neckline and the tight-fitting bodice.

The skirt flared out from her waist and swished around her knees. But it was the simple ruffles lining the collar down one shoulder, across her breasts, and up the other that he couldn’t stop staring at. She looked delicate, decorated, and good enough to eat.

“Perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her exposed cleavage. “You should buy this in every color.” Another kiss. “One for every day of the week.”

“Maybe you should buy one for yourself if you like it that much.”

Grinning, he reached for her wrist and moved both of her arms above her head, pinning them to the wall with his hand.

“You wear it better, piccola.”

He skimmed his fingers over her breasts, circling her nipples with the pad of his thumb before sliding farther south, caressing her tummy and down her thighs. When he slipped his hand under the hem of the dress and dragged his fingernails up her inner thigh, she captured her lip between her teeth.

“You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“That depends on you.” He circled her clit with his thumb, then pressed against it, making her knees wobble. “I know you like to scream, but let’s see if you can come quietly like a good girl.”

Sliding his middle finger against her clit and down the length of her pussy, he pushed it slowly inside her, her hips jerking against his hand as he filled her. She watched him, teeth digging into the flesh of her lip while he pumped his finger in and out.

He waited for her breathing to become needy and ragged before adding a second finger. She groaned low in her throat, and he captured the sound with his lips, fucking her with his fingers while he sucked and nipped at her tongue.

The harder and deeper he pumped inside her, the more erratically her hips moved, slapping into the wall as she thrust and rocked against him. Her hands balled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she whimpered and bucked.

“That’s it, piccola,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t let them hear what a good girl you are for me. Come nice and hard on my fingers.” He pressed his thumb against her clit, working his fingers in and out at a dizzying pace. “I know you need it.”

“Yes,” she hissed, pushed onto her tiptoes for better leverage to fuck him back, her movements rough, desperate. “Matteo.”

Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, and he watched in awe as it rippled through her body, her neck straining with the effort not to cry out as her back arched and her hips jerked and her thighs trembled.

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