Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
We had dinner by the pool, and as it grew dark, Matteo took my hand. He led me down the steps and into the water, which was perfectly refreshing without making me shiver.
He backed me up against the side of the pool, tipped my head back, and kissed me. I kept my eyes open long enough to look up at the stars. The sky was so fucking beautiful here, and Matteo’s body felt so good against mine. We made out for a while, growing slowly more aggressive, but when I gripped his ass, pulling him more tightly against me, he pulled back. There was a dark and hungry look in his eyes.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because this isn’t enough.”
“This isn’t enough? A house in paradise, a whole pool to ourselves, a delicious dinner served to us?”
He shook his head. “You know exactly what I mean. I want to ruin you. I want to chase you down, then drag you back kicking and screaming. I want to throw you in this water and shove you up against the side, let the concrete scratch you up as I drive deep into your ass.”
“Fuck, Matteo. We can’t do that.’
“Yes, we can. I’m going to have you every way I can while we’re here.”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. I wanted that too, so fucking much, but I wasn’t going to let him hurt himself. “I know it’s been a while, but you—”
“I’m not fucking fragile anymore. I survived. We both did, and we’re going to build ourselves an amazing future. Stop treating me like I’m made of glass.”
“Last night I didn’t—”
“No, but I had to force you. Do I need to force you again?”
My heart pounded. I should say no and make him take it easy for a little longer, but my cock was pressing so hard against my swim trunks I felt like it would split the seams.
“Carter?”
I stared at him, mouth slightly open, desperate to say yes, but still scared for him.
“I’m fine. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. The doctor says I’m ready.”
“The doctor doesn’t know what kind of sex you like.”
Matteo shrugged. “She said I could return to working out. What’s the difference?”
“Did he tell you to get in the boxing ring? To run SEAL drills?”
“I didn’t ask about any of that.”
“Uh huh.”
“So you’re saying a man has to be able to endure SEAL training to fuck you.” He grinned. “I like that.”
“Dammit Matteo.”
He brushed his fingers over my cheek. “You can’t keep babying me forever. You have to trust that I’m going to be okay. We need to put the nightmare we experienced behind us and move on.”
He was right, but it was harder than I ever thought it would be to believe that he really was okay.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“You know I do.”
“Do you trust me to know what’s best for me?”
That was a more difficult question to answer.
“I know I used to be self-destructive, but I didn’t have you then. I didn’t know how fucking good it could be to wake up and go to bed with you every fucking day. Trust me to want that enough to take care of myself.”
“Okay. Yeah, I do.”
His lips curved up in a positively evil smile. “Then run.”
I pushed up on the side of the pool, climbed out, and took off, nearly busting my ass as I raced down the steps onto the beach. It was dark as fuck once I got away from the house, and I had to slow down to keep from tripping. That was going to make it easy to catch me.
Don’t you want to be caught?
I smiled. I sure as hell did, I just didn’t want it to be too easy.
I knew Matteo was coming after me. I didn’t have to turn and look. It didn’t matter that his steps were silent. I knew he was there by the way the air was charged.
I slowed down, more eager than I should be for him to catch me. I loved this game, but when we’ve done this before I’d needed to push him, I’d needed to know he would come after me no matter how difficult it was, that he would fight for me. But now? Now we both knew how much we needed this, and we had plenty of time here to play all the games we wanted to.
Seconds later, I could hear him breathing. He was right behind me. He grabbed my waist and brought me down onto the sand. I hit hard, and my breath whooshed out of me as Matteo settled on top of me. He pinned my wrists, and his hard cock rubbed against my ass is he pressed me deeper into the sand, making me struggle to keep my face out of it.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “I get to have you again and again, as much as I want. If I want to strip you naked, tie you to a tree out here, and not let you go for the next two weeks, that’s what I’ll do, because this ass is mine to use.” He flexed his hips against me, and I groaned.