7. Matteo

Chapter 7

Matteo

I stood in my office and stared out the window as I nursed a glass of whiskey. I could see Luca down below with two of my other men hauling Riccardo's body toward the nondescript van.

The entire situation was more of a blur to me than anything else. I'd seen that fucker put his hands on Liliana.

I'd heard the vile fucking things he'd said.

I'd only seen red after that.

If anybody was going to touch her, if anyone was going to say dirty things in her ear, it sure as fuck was going to be me.

So I put a bullet in that bastard's skull and watched him bleed out all over my imported Italian rug.

I wanted nothing more than to throw Liliana over my shoulder, give her tight, little ass a hard smack for wandering the halls, and then take her back to my room and feast on her pussy as punishment. I wouldn't let her come, either. I would bring her to the edge only to deny her before jerking off and spraying my load all over her belly.

She only got off if she was a good girl.

But I'd let her run away from me. I made sure she was in her room after I tended to her foot. I didn't have to tell her to shower. She was covered in blood and no doubt wanted that shit off without me saying a word.

But I waited outside her closed bedroom door, hearing the shower kick on moments later.

I kept one of my guys stationed outside after I left. And it would be like that until I could trust her not to be a brat.

I didn't want to keep her prisoner, but I sure as fuck would until she understood I wasn't letting her go. At least not until I'm done with her.

They threw Riccardo's body in the back of the dark vehicle, and I tossed back the rest of my whiskey. Luca glanced up at the window I stood in front of and gave me a chin lift of acknowledgment that he'd make sure it was finished. And by getting it done, he meant burning the piece of shit in the woods where no one would ever find him.

I refilled my glass and downed it in one swallow. I should have gone to bed. I left my office and headed toward Liliana's room. I waved off the man standing guard. He obeyed without a word.

I stood on the other side of the door and closed my eyes as I pictured Liliana laying in that enormous bed. She was a tiny thing, her head barely coming to the center of my chest. But where she lacked in size, she made up for in strength and fire.

Yeah… I was a sick motherfucker for opening her door.

It had been a good amount of time since she'd seen me murder Riccardo, so I was sure she was asleep by now. I hoped she was. I wanted to watch her completely at rest, at ease. I wanted to see what she looked like with no worries, with her guard down, and not realizing a monster stood over her.

I opened her door, and it swung inward silently. The room was dark aside from the slash of light coming through a part in the curtains. I could see her slight form huddled in the center of the bed, her tiny, little body covered with the duvet.

The door closed quietly, sealing her in with me.

For a moment, I just stood there and listened to her breathing, watching the rise and fall of her chest underneath the covers. I was a sick bastard. My cock was already hard, all the blood rushing to my groin at the very thought of pulling that duvet aside and having my way with her.

She'd fight me…absolutely. But I'd never force her, not in the way she probably thought. I wasn't a fucking rapist. But her tears, her pleas for me to stop even though I knew she'd want it, those would turn me on like nothing else.

I found myself at her bedside, not even fucking realizing I'd moved. She was too still to be feigning sleep which made this encounter all the better.

I envisioned myself spreading her thighs and eating her out then rising above her and slowly sinking into her. She'd wake up full of my cock, her eyes wide from the penetration, her pretty pink mouth opening as she realized I was inside of her as she slept.

I crouched down on my haunches in front of her. A sliver of moonlight made a perfect glow across her petite face. I reached out and gently smoothed my thumb across her cheek, feeling the wetness from her nearly dried tears.

Poor little thing had undoubtedly cried herself to sleep, probably so angry that she'd gotten turned on by a predator. And I knew she'd felt that arousal as I caged her in. I'd watched her pupils dilate.

I thought about having my wicked, disgusting, dirty way with her up against that wall in the hallway. I envisioned dragging my tongue across her cheeks as she cried, chasing the salty flavor of her tears.

Fuck, I did just that.

My face was so close to hers now that I felt the warm sensation of her breath on my cheek with every exhalation.

Liliana was sound asleep, her face relaxed and showing how vulnerable and innocent she was. In this state, she didn't look like the little wildcat I had experienced. She looked like the world could eat her up and spit her out.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deep, my nose close to her cheek as I took in her scent. I couldn't help myself as I let the tip of my tongue slide over her silky-smooth flesh. I traced the apple shape of her cheek, moved over her jawline, and finally licked at the shape of her lips.

Fuck, she tasted good.

I lapped her lips as she slept, the perverted side of me so fucking hard that my cock was throbbing behind my slacks. I wanted to slip my tongue inside and memorize the flavor and feel of her.

But I forced myself to pull back.

Although somnophilia had its erotic appeal, when I had her, it would be when she was willing in all ways.

She'd be awake and conscious and look at me right in the eyes the first time I took every single part of her for myself.

I stood, and with one last lingering glance at her, I left the room, motioned for the guard to come back and went right to my bathroom.

I told myself she was a means to an end.

A scratch that needed to be itched.

But in just the short time I kept Liliana locked away—like my pretty bird in a cage—I wasn't so sure I'd be able to let her go.

I ended the night with jerking off to thoughts of my sweet, little prisoner…and coming harder than I ever fucking had.