Before I could process anything Matteo had lifted me on his desk. I love how savage he could get.He looked at me with his predatory gaze, yet he didn't say a word."Fuck me," I screamed at him, I was tired of everything, the foreplay, the teasing I wanted him to take me and have me then, but it seemed as if my pleas had met deaf ears. "Take me please, fucking make me yours."From the look in his eyes, he was fighting for control, Matteo was a man who liked doing things on his own accord, now, he was told to do them and here I was defying everything. He had wanted me to beg him to fuck me, but he also wanted to fuck me on his own terms, he was so fucked up.He walked towards me and I moaned, no I freaking screamed. Everything in me was begging him to make me his, to fuck me so hard, hell! ruin me for other men. To make me scream till I lose my voice, to make me forget what life felt like before him."Lose the dress," he commanded and I fumbled while removing my own dress. After that, I
I was screaming inwardly as a range of emotions erupted inside of me. My owner—Matteo, the dark lord, just sat in his chair, giving me a stare that meant "and so what?"How could he? Bringing me this far, to a high and then, leave me to hang and dry? Why does he look for any excuse to punish me? He always wants to show me that he runs the show and controls the pace. After all, he was the Don, the fucking boss of the mafia. People call him the dark lord. As I stared at him, a wicked idea popped up in my head—"if Matteo didn't want to help me out, I'll just have to do it myself," I thought to myself.I smiled and he looked up at me. "What mischief are you planning in that twisted mind?" I smirked naughtily—he had no idea.Staring at him, I pulled the seat opposite him in order to give him a good view and to avoid the obstruction from the table. I sat and closed my eyes, remembering his hands on my body, his hot lips on my skin and then I let out a slow, purposely moan that almost soun
I was beyond bored. Yesterday flew by too quickly, and I hadn't seen Matteo, was I missing him?By then, I was sure we didn't have sex but we did something, a whole lot of things. Things that I wasn't proud of. I knew if I had fucked Matteo I would be sore and I would have loved to remember everything.Matteo didn't seem like the type to fuck a drunk girl. But I could remember blur images of what happened, and I wasn't sure if I could face Matteo. I had thrown myself at him.But in a way it hurts me how he felt that he could just leave me alone like a puppet. On the one hand, this life was as comfortable as it got, but weighing it with my personality, I wasn’t the kind of person who just wanted to sit around doing nothing. I wasn’t a trophy wife. Especially since Matteo wasn’t even my man. "That's a lie…" my subconscious told me, he wasn't my man but I begged him to fuck me yesterday. I was a bad liar.Viktor and I had breakfast as usual. His cell phone rang, and the man excused hims
I glared at Matteo. From what he had said, it could only mean—"I brought you, you can be and do whatever I wish."It was as simple as that. This man was entitled, he didn't ask for me to nurse him back to health but he was ordering me to. What hurt was that he was right, if he wanted me to jump the only reply he would be expecting was how high.But he was mistaken there, Laura Vento will never be a pawn in someone's twisted game, especially his."We'll see about that," I said and went straight for the bedroom. I didn't even think of the repercussions, all I knew was that he was badly injured and I wasn't. He was at a disadvantage, not me. Matteo is in need of help but Laura is good.As I climbed the stairs, I felt a feeling of nostalgia. To be very honest, I missed the mansion. Just as I entered I was greeted by the smiling face of Maria, at the sight of me she ran and enveloped me in a hug."Signora Laura." Maria smelled like lavender and a hint of detergent, showing she had been wor
Matteo gave me a frustrated look, at this point, it was more than obvious that Viktor was sent from the deepest parts of hell to frustrate us."My people are waiting for me." He told me and I nodded, he was struggling to stand so I decided to support him."Where to?" I asked, despite groaning, he replied almost immediately. "The library."He was wearing nothing but his boxers and singlet. I looked at him, with confusion evident in my eyes."Help me get dressed," he said and I was foot-frozen in that spot. it was a simple task right? Help my owner get freaking dressed. But it didn't seem like it then."Has your situation rendered you handicapped?" I teased and he laughed."Always so sharp mouthed aren't we Laura? . . . So, so defensive."Realizing I wouldn't win this argument, I decided to help him. Not that he was giving me a choice.He stood in front of the full-length mirror, his reflection a stark contrast to the chaos of his life. His suit, meticulously chosen for its power and au
I never knew I would crave Matteo's kisses, but I did. I found myself wanting more, so I leaned in. There was something electric about his lips meeting mine, it left a tingling sensation around my body.I tried to move faster but Matteo stopped me, even in his very injured form, he was obsessed with controlling everything.He ran his hands through my hair and I moaned, I found myself wanting more and more. I guess injuries had made Matteo a lover boy, I remember him being a possessive lover not a kind one, I didn't know which one I preferred, loving Matteo or the possessive one, all I knew was that I wanted his lips on mine.He then pulled my hair. Guess it's still the same Matteo. His hands were roaming everywhere, he moved and showed signs of pain. "Are you alright?" I asked and he nodded.It was more that he was straining himself to give me pleasure and I felt bad. "You don't have to, you know." He rolled his eyes. "When did you start caring?" I laughed. "There's a first time fo
I woke up expecting to see Matteo at his side of the bed but he still wasn't there, when I finally sat up I saw Viktor, startled I spoke."What the fuck? You scared me." Viktor responded with a half smile. "I know I did."Was he serious? I opened my mouth to speak but it was as if he could read my mind. “Matteo left. He has a lot of work, so you’ll have to bear with me. I’ll be waiting in the living room with breakfast.”He didn't even see if it was fit to inform me. After we bonded over Jane Austen some days ago, I gave Viktor the middle finger and dashed into the bathroom.I was in a foul mood throughout the week, Matteo hadn't come back and he didn't see fit to inform me. Everyone noticed my mood, even Leo had given me my space. The truth was that Leo's presence reminded me of Matteo.Maria has given me tons of space, the only person that could stand me was Viktor and I was sure that it was because he didn't have a choice."Admit you miss Matteo." Viktor teased"I rather eat shit!
I wanted nothing more than to enter into the jacuzzi and be fully embraced by Matteo, blocking off the chaos and danger his body shielded me from. I craved him taking me in, his lips on mine kissing away my worries and his hands doing wonders to my body. I needed Matteo's human rod in me, reminding me that I am his and his alone. I wanted to moan his name loudly, declaring to him that he owns me and my entire being. I wanted the aftermath of our sweaty adventure to make me unable to get out of bed because my legs would be weak. Yes he had saved me from death, it would have been the worst death recorded in history, Laura Vento died falling off the deck. She lived an unfulfilled life.And to be honest that was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. I was biting my lip thinking about the dark lords invitation, I wanted nothing more than to fuck him hard, that was already established but with him giving me 'fuck me' eyes i didn't know what I wanted.There was a ninety-ten chan