A warm breath ghosted over my neck, followed by a low, “Good morning.”
I cried out in surprise and sent my coffee cup flying off the kitchen bar. It broke into dozens of sharp pieces and spilled coffee everywhere. My head whirled around and I found myself face-to-face with a smirking Matteo.
“Fuck. Why the hell are you creeping up on me like that? You scared the hell out of me,” I hissed.
He shook his head with an amused expression. “All those nasty words pouring out of your sweet mouth, is that really appropriate?”
He was making fun of me. His eyes took their sweet-ass time wandering over my curves, lingering on the hickey before moving a bit lower again. And the worst thing was the way my body was reacting to his closeness, his scent, his muscled chest. Thankfully, my face didn’t feel hot, so maybe I hadn’t blushed.
“Since when do you care about being appropriate?” I muttered. I slipped past Matteo and knelt beside the broken remains of my cup. I hoped Matteo didn’t suspect what his proximity was doing to me. I picked up the pieces but Matteo came to my help. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it to be nice or if he knew about his effect on me and was trying to play with me. From what I knew about him, I guessed the latter. I was trying not to look his way as he squatted beside me. He was giving me a good view of his perfectly shaped ass. Goddammit, why did he have to look like that?
Without warning, he brushed his finger over my swollen lip. “I really should have killed your father.”
His touch was so gentle, it made me want to nuzzle my face against his neck and have a good cry. “Do you have a mop?” I asked casually.
He shrugged, dropping his hand. “I’ve seen Marianna run around with one on occasion.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course he had no clue. He probably had never even done his own laundry. “Do you at least know where Marianna keeps the cleaning stuff?”
His gaze lingered on my cleavage. With a sigh, I rose to my feet and stalked off in search of a storeroom. When I finally returned to the mess in the kitchen, mop in hand, Matteo was talking on the phone. He was leaning against the counter, legs casually crossed.
I tried to listen to the conversation as I wiped the floor. I had a feeling it was about me.
“Come over now. I want this done ASAP.”
With that he hung up, and turned back to me. I leaned the mop against the wall, then asked, “Who was this? A new bodyguard you hired to keep an eye on me?”
“Something like that. I’m going to put an ankle bracelet on you.”
“What? Have you lost your mind?”
“On the contrary, but we both know you’ll use the next chance you get to escape again, so until I can trust you to stay with me, you’ll have to wear the bracelet.”
I stared, completely stunned and so angry I was worried my head would explode. “So you admit I’m your prisoner. You’re treating me like one after all.”
Matteo advanced on me. “Without the bracelet I would have to lock you into this apartment, but with it, you can spend time with Aria, walk around New York, and live an almost normal life.”
“I guess you want me to thank you for your kindness?”
The asshole actually chuckled. “No. Knowing you I didn’t expect you to like the idea.”
“Nobody would like that idea! And you don’t know me, Matteo.”
He moved very close and without warning he slipped his hand under my shirt, pushed aside my bra and twisted my nipple. At once, my core tightened with need. “I know that you love it when I do this with your perfect little nipple,” he growled.
I wanted to deny it, but the way his thumb and forefinger teased me, I couldn’t find the words. Matteo’s dark eyes bore into me as he leaned very close. “I know you are wet. I know your pussy wants me even if you won’t admit it.”
He dropped to his knees and shoved down my tights and panties.
“What—”
I didn’t get farther. He leaned forward and kissed my heated flesh. I sucked in a startled breath. Matteo freed one of my legs from my tights and panties before he lifted it and draped it over his shoulder. His eyes found mine as his tongue parted my lower lips and licked slowly. I shivered, pressing my mouth together from fear of making an embarrassing sound.
Matteo pulled back a couple of inches. “See, I knew it. Wet for me,” he said in a rough voice. He pressed a few kisses against me before suckling lightly. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the sensation.
“Has anyone ever done this to you?” he asked fiercely.
I couldn’t even find the power to lie. I merely shook my head “no.”
“Good.” He rewarded me with a mind-blowing kiss, his tongue tracing my opening, then darting back up to my clit.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
Matteo released my throbbing labia. “You taste perfect, Gianna.” He parted me and brushed a kiss over my clit. “Do you want me to stop?”
I gritted my teeth. I had never wanted anything less. It took all my self-control not to grab him and shove his face against me.
“The silent treatment?” Matteo asked in a teasing voice before he nudged me with his tongue, sending spears of pleasure through me before he captured my clit between his lips and suckled lightly.
I gasped and gripped the counter behind me, needing something to support me. My head fell back as Matteo did the most amazing thing with his tongue. With slow strokes he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I could tell this time it would be even more intense than yesterday. Without intending to, my hand gripped Matteo’s head and my fingers tangled in his dark hair. Matteo rewarded me with a flick of his tongue against my clit.
“Yes,” I whispered. I didn’t even care anymore that I was admitting how good this felt. My entire body screamed for release. I was so close, my legs started shaking, my breathing quickened. And then the bell rang. I jerked in surprise and my eyes flew to the elevator. Nobody could come up without Matteo granting them access.
Matteo pulled back from what he was doing. My fingers on his head tightened. “Don’t stop,” I demanded. I couldn’t hide the need in my voice.
Matteo straightened and wiped his mouth with an annoyingly cocky grin. He leaned in to kiss me but I turned my head so his lips brushed my cheek.
“Patience, Gianna. I’ve had six months to practice patience, now it’s your turn, but don’t worry, I’ll eat you out later. You taste too good to resist,” he murmured before stepping back and heading toward the elevator. “You should get dressed. We don’t want to give Sandro a show.”
I couldn’t believe him. I quickly scrambled to put my panties and tights back on, before I washed my hands and straightened my skirt. My blood was boiling with fury. Matteo smirked as he pressed the button that allowed the elevator to stop on our floor.
This wasn’t the end of it. Two could play this game.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Matteo
Gianna was trying to kill me with her eyes. Not that I wasn’t used to that look from her by now, but I had to admit it was still turning me on. I wished Sandro had waited a few minutes longer to show up, even if his early appearance gave me the chance to teach Gianna a lesson. Unfortunately I was punishing myself as much as Gianna with my little lesson. She’d tasted fucking perfect. I couldn’t wait to lick her again, to have her screaming my name and rake her fingers through my hair. I was already getting a fucking boner again. Fuck this.