16. Liliana

Chapter 16

Liliana

A lthough last night had been incredible, I kept asking myself why I'd given in.

Why had I been so weak in the face of pleasure?

Why didn't I loathe my lack of self-control?

I was frustrated with myself, but I didn't regret any of it.

I got ready for the day, but my thoughts were completely consumed by Matteo. I didn't know if I fully understood what I agreed to…this coercive deal.

He'd said I could leave, a part of me knew he wouldn't have just stepped aside. I'd seen that possession in his eyes, that fire burning in the dark depths that had taken my breath away.

He wasn't the prince who would save the day.

He was the devil giving me the deal of a lifetime.

I was selfish, wanting to explore these darker needs and desires that confused me but made me feel more alive than I'd ever felt.

Isn't that why people did dangerous feats? Life-threatening acts? They wanted to feel that rush to know they were alive.

And being with Matteo was certainly like walking over hot coals. I knew the likelihood of me being burned was inevitable, but I still wanted to see if I won at the end.

When I opened the bedroom door, I assumed the guard would be in place, but I was alone. I didn't even see any staff walking the halls.

Of course, he isn't going to need you on lock and key now. You agreed to be his whore.

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.

With knees that felt like pudding, I turned and bent over, the leather so cold on the bared flesh of my belly, an instant shock that had me sucking in a sharp breath.

He made me wait long seconds before he came closer. And when he smoothed a hand along the curve of my spine, over one of my ass cheeks, and down the back of my thigh, I closed my eyes and gripped the cushion as if it were my lifeline.

But that light, gentle touching ended when he used his foot to kick my legs wider apart.

"My pretty girl's inner thighs are so slick." Matteo spread my pussy lips apart with two fingers, smearing the fluid around so I was a shaking, hazy mess for him.

He stepped away, but before I could gather my bearings and look to see what he was doing, Matteo was back, spreading my ass cheeks open, and then dribbling cool liquid on my other virgin hole.

"On those little toes, Liliana. Lift that ass to me so I can fuck it."

His voice sounded unfamiliar. Strained. Darker.

I chanced a look over my shoulder to see Matteo staring at my ass, his cock in his free hand as he stroked himself.

When he looked at me, it was to let out a hard exhale a second before he spanked my ass hard enough the pain was instant.

"Such an obedient, little whore."

A moan was pulled from deep in my throat at the degrading word.

While holding my gaze with his, Matteo ran his fingers between the cheeks, spreading what I now knew was lube over my hole. He pressed the tip of a digit against the tightness, and involuntarily, my inner muscles clenched.

"Mmm, save that for when my cock is deep inside, baby."

He pushed a finger into my ass, slow and easy, watching me the whole time. He didn't have to be gentle, I knew this. He was giving me a chance to adjust and get used to this foreign penetration.

He added another finger with the first, both digits now buried deep and making me feel a strange kind of full.

When he scissored the digits, stretching me to take his thick dick, I had sweat forming on the center of my spine.

"Breathe," he murmured and started pumping them in and out of me. Fucking me.

I exhaled, not realizing I'd been holding my breath.

For so long, all he did was work me over with his fingers in my ass. I pushed back every time he pulled out.

"Touch your clit. Rub it for me." He leaned forward, latching his teeth on my nape and biting me hard. I cried out, feeling a spark of pleasure.

He bit several parts of me, no doubt leaving marks, but driving my desire higher.

I touched myself right away, digging my teeth into my bottom lip and moaning at the first touch to that little bead. I was so ready to come and knew it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge.

"Brava bambina," he purred and removed his fingers, and I felt the bulbous tip of his enormous cock lined up with my asshole.

Then he started pushing into me. Slow. Easy. And when he was buried fully, he stilled. My inner muscles clenched, and he groaned.

Hand on the back of my neck, he pressed my face into the cushion. I was bent at such an odd angle that he could only gain purchase by placing his foot right beside my head.

He pulled all the way out and pushed back in. The tip of his dick popped through the tight ring of muscle at the entrance. He grabbed one of my arms and pulled it behind me, keeping it stationed at the small of my back.

The sensation of Matteo pushing into my ass and pulling out, adding more lube intermittently so it was nice and slick and his motions fluid, had my jaw going slack and my eyes rolling back.

With my free hand, I faltered a few times rubbing my clit, these new sensations almost too much for me to handle. But God…I was so close.

The liquor had since warmed my body and made my head feel fuzzy.

I was thankful he gave me time to really adjust, but I knew the moment his control snapped.

He started moving back and forth, and the more he moved, the more his motions became a little harder, a little faster. He took his foot off the settee, as if he needed better stability to fuck me like an animal.

My ass clenched around his cock on its own, and Matteo groaned, now gripping either side of my bottom and keeping the cheeks spread as he fucked me with abandon.

"You're taking my cock in your ass so well, Liliana. I'm going to come so hard, baby."

I forced my eyes open but kept rubbing my clit as I glanced over my shoulder at him.

Matteo had his focus on where he fucked me.

"I could use more lube," he whispered and looked at me. "But I'm not going to."

And then he spit between my cheeks, using his saliva as lube and pushing into me.

"It's good, Sunshine. Christ , you feel so fucking good. So perfect."

I didn't look away as I grew closer to my orgasm. Sweat covered his entire body and a few beads from his temple dripped onto my back. It was hot as hell.

"Tell me how good it feels."

I moaned and rubbed my clit harder. "I'm so close. It's good. So good, Matteo."

He snarled and dug his fingers into my flesh. "Yeah? Then get off for me. Let me feel your ass milking my cock. I'll reward you for being a good girl by filling you up with my cum."

"Oh. God," I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. It was never-ending and stole my very sanity.

"Fuck. That's it. My dirty, fucking girl. My whore." He slammed into me and came. I felt the thickness of his cock become more pronounced as he found his release.

He filled me up, marking me, fully claiming every part of me until there would be no doubt that I was his.

I knew I could never go back from this. He'd branded me in the most primal, elemental way.

Matteo pulled out, and I felt his hot seed slip out of my hole. He kept my cheeks spread and watched his cum drip out of me and slide along my inner thigh.

My knees shook and I was sweaty. My eyes felt too heavy to keep open, and sleeping bent over this piece of furniture sounded like heaven.

But Matteo scooped me up, and I curled my arms around his neck, rested my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes as he left the library and took the stairs. I didn't need to ask where he was taking me. I knew we were in his room instantly.

Everything smelled like that dark and delicious scent that enveloped him.

I didn't argue when he laid me in his bed and took a warm, wet rag to my bottom, cleaning me up. I said nothing when he got in behind me. I kept quiet when he covered us with a sheet and pulled my body to his. Back to chest.

I fell asleep, feeling like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Matteo close to me, his hand wrapped around my throat, and the knowledge he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Ever.