Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
A shiver moved through me at that thought, and it was one that was wholly pleasurable.
I wasn’t truly alone. There were cameras and probably guards stationed at all access points.
I headed down the hallway in a thick pair of socks, took the stairs, and when I reached the landing, I heard the clinking of pots and pans in the kitchen.
It was early enough that I knew breakfast would be served at any moment.
The very thought of Matteo sitting at the end of the table in the dining room made my heart beat a little faster.
In excitement? In anticipation? God…in arousal?
Yes to all of that.
I entered the dining room but was instantly disappointed to see the table was only set for one.
Me.
A hollowness in the pit of my stomach rose, and I placed my hand on my belly, hating myself for feeling anything but relief that I would have some distance from him.
But all I could think about was how he fucked me last night and took my virginity.
The smeared blood on the sheets. His cum drying next to it.
I started to sweat.
For the next half hour, I ate my breakfast alone; the only sound I could hear was that of the staff in the kitchen cleaning up.
Once finished, I wandered the halls, hoping that I’d run into him. I sat out in the garden during my lunch an hour later, even took a nap in the solarium after that. My feet were still sore from the other night’s altercation, but I’d been given first aid supplies to tend to them.
And the whole day, I hoped I would see Matteo.
But I didn’t. Not after breakfast or at lunch or even when dinner rolled around.
Once again, I felt this strange panic well-up in me. I couldn’t place it. I couldn’t even describe it if somebody had asked me.
But I hated it.
It was when the sun was setting and I finished dinner that I made my way into the library. I curled up on the leather settee with a thick blanket over my lap, a big book in my hands, and the sunset illuminating the vast room in shades of pinks and oranges. But it wasn’t long after that when I heard the heavy thump-thump-thump of footsteps approaching.
He entered the room. And although I hadn’t looked up from the pages, I didn’t need to in order to know who it was watching me.
My hands shook as I closed the book, set it on the small coffee table beside me, and finally looked at Matteo.
He stood in the entryway, a three-piece suit on, not hiding how big and strong he was. Without saying a word, he stepped in, closed the door, and sealed himself in the room with me.
My body instantly reacted.
My breathing increased. My nipples hardened. My pussy flooded.
He said nothing as he walked to the bar, poured himself a drink and then one for me. It was when he handed me the square glass filled with amber-colored liquid that I moved. I reached out, hand shaking, and took the crystal.
Our fingers brushed, and I felt like I’d touched a live wire just from that small contact.
And still, he stood there silently, sipping his liquor as he watched me. The first sip of the alcohol burned going down my throat. My eyes watered, and I coughed, wiping away a droplet that slipped out of the corner of my mouth.
I was about to set it aside, only having taken that one drink, when he placed a finger under the glass and tipped it back, forcing me to finish it. Fat tears rolled down my cheek as I choked it down.
Matteo took the glasses, set them aside, and then faced me and started getting undressed.
“You’re going to need that booze for what I have planned tonight.”
My throat tightened, and I felt my eyes widen. I didn’t ask him what he meant, but he didn’t make me wonder.
“I’m fucking your ass tonight, Liliana. Gonna claim that cherry, too.”
I shook my head before I knew I was doing it, and he did smile then. But it was harsh, severe. Like a sociopath coming up with his plan.
“Get undressed for me, sweetheart.” He tossed his jacket and vest aside, and went to remove his tie.
I wanted to argue, to say there was no way I was letting him fuck my ass. It seemed wrong on so many levels. But a curiosity claimed me, and I was rising, the blanket pooling to the floor as I stood and stripped.
“Turn around, bend over the arm of the settee, and spread your legs. I want to see those perfect and pretty ass cheeks spread open.”
I licked my lips as he took off the last of his clothing, stepping out of his briefs and slacks, and stood in front of me with a massive hard-on.