Chapter Eleven

Matteo bent his head and sucked on the back of her neck, using his teeth to nip the skin, marking her. His hands slid up her body, to cup her breasts. Pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, making her pant as she thrust her ass backward. Feeling how hard he was. How much he wanted her. Matteo spun her around and closed his teeth over one nipple. Gently biting down, causing an inferno to roll through her. Macy gasped and arched her back, pressing closer.

"You like that?" he asked, lifting his head. She could only nod but that seemed to be enough for him because he returned to his delicious torture. Sucking until her nipples were hard little pebbles, slick with his saliva.

"Matteo," she moaned. "Please."

"I know what you want," he whispered in her ear. His tongue swiped over the shell just before he gently bit the lobe. "Unzip my jeans and take my cock out."

Macy licked her lips as her gaze fell to his fly. The bulge had her mouth watering. She did what he commanded, but her hands shook from her desire to please him. Easing the zipper down, she pushed the material down his hips, carefully lifting his large cock out of his boxer briefs. Long and thick, the hole at the tip leaked clear fluid. She collected a few drops on her finger and stuck it in her mouth. His salty essence burst across her tongue and left her wanting more.

"You naughty girl," he murmured. "Did I say you could taste me?"

He reached back with his hand and smacked her on the ass. She jumped as fire licked through her ass.

"You like that, Macy?"

"Yes," she moaned, although she didn't know why.

He did it again, the loud smack cracking through the room. Then he rubbed where he'd spanked her, soothing the burn. He went from massaging her ass cheek to running his fingers through her slit, spreading her arousal around. She jerked as he tapped her clit.

"Get on that bed," he ordered, pointing. "On all fours."

She didn't think. She just obeyed. Macy ached, but she wanted something else beside his finger. She crawled on her hands and knees across the mattress and looked over her shoulder. He finished undressing then reached over to grab a condom and lube. All she could think about was having him inside her.

Matteo kneeled on the bed, the mattress dipping from his weight as he moved beyond her vision. His breath landed on her backside, and a shudder of excitement shot through her. Teeth brushed over her skin and bit, gently, but enough to know he was there and dominating her ass. Hands palmed the fleshy mounds. Fingers dug in, spreading her.

"What a beautiful sight," he murmured. A feather-light touch ran over her rosette and cool liquid drizzled down her crack. "Such a pretty little hole. It's begging for my cock."

He sunk a finger into her ass, and the burn had her squirming. Macy wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but before she could make a determination, he pushed in another finger. With his other hand, he reached around her to stroke her clit. She was being stimulated on two different ends, literally, and her body wasn't sure what was happening.

When he withdrew, the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper had her squirming. He slapped her ass again and she moaned. Matteo's engorged cock head slid back and forth over her hole. His big hands held her waist as he slowly, inch by inch, pushed inside her ass. A little pain made it a little uncomfortable, and she wasn't sure if she liked the sensation. But as soon as the mushroom head popped through the tight ring of muscle, the pain transformed. The pinch rolled through her, causing her pussy to drip. He pushed deeper until finally, he was seated all the way inside.

"Fuck," he murmured. "Seeing my dick buried balls deep in your ass is so fucking hot. You're the sexiest woman I know, Macy. So gorgeous you take my breath away."

He eased back, applied more lube, and slid back inside. Starting out slow, building up to a pleasurable rhythm. Matteo moaned and gripped her hips in order to move her back and forth against his dick. Pulling her back to pound into her.

"Touch yourself," he growled.

She collapsed onto her elbows so she could reach down to her pussy. All she could do was grunt and try to keep up with his furious fucking, rubbing her clit. Her orgasm rose, building and spiraling her upward, and she hoped he was close because she was in the grips of that sweet rush toward ecstasy. When she splintered apart, her body convulsed as she came hard, all over her hand. Exhilarating. Sublime. He followed her a second later, shooting his own load into the latex barrier.

His big body collapsed on her, flattening her out which caused his cock to slide out of her ass. He kissed the back of her head, rolling to the side. He pushed some of her hair off her cheek to see her.

"I've fallen for you, Macy Moore," he whispered.

She opened one eye. "I've fallen for you, too."

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The next couple of weeks were the best of her life. She worked and spent all available time with Matteo. The first time he asked her to move in with him, she played it off. A few days later, he asked again, and she dismissed it. A part of her expected him to grow bored. After all, she wasn't very experienced on a sexual level, and she just needed more time to make sure that he was sure. She finally accepted that she had fallen in love with him … it might even have been love at first sight, although she'd never admit it.

Matteo escorted her into the restaurant, a hand resting in the hollow of her back. He wanted a chance to spoil her, so they compromised on where they went for dates. Sometimes he'd hold her hand as they strolled through a park. Sometimes they went to expensive restaurants, like where they were now. The ma?tre d' led them to their private table, the low light casting a romantic glow over everything. Matteo helped her sit, pushing her chair in, before sitting himself.

She noticed Rocco had followed them in, sitting nearby without actually being in ear shot. It confused her that he was there on every date, like he and Matteo were joined at the hip.

Matteo ordered them drinks and hors d"oeuvres, before taking her hand and holding it on top of the table.

"Why is Rocco always on a date with us?" she asked.

"Because he's my bodyguard," he replied. "I'm a wealthy man, so he's there to watch out for me. Well, for us, now."

"I don't need a bodyguard. And besides, I feel bad he's all alone."

"Don't worry about Rocco. He's fine."

She glanced at the table he sat at and he waved at her. She waved back.

Once the appetizers were finished, Matteo ordered a steak with garlic mashed potatoes and she ordered Atlantic salmon with dill sauce. As they ate and talked, a shadow interrupted their evening and they both looked up as a man stopped in front of their table.

"Father," Matteo said, immediately standing.

Macy looked from him to the stranger and stood as well, unsure of the vibe between the two men.

"I've left you several messages, which you've ignored."

Matteo glanced at her, but she couldn't interpret the look in his eyes. Was he apologizing? If so, for what?

"Father, this is Macy Moore," he said stiffly. "Macy, my father, Pietro Roman."

One of Pietro's eyebrows rose, and as if he found her lacking, turned away without acknowledging her. "I expect you to return my calls, Matteo."

"Fine," he growled.

"Don't forget our meeting in the morning."

Anger flashed over Matteo's face. "Aren't you going to say hello to Macy?"

"Hello, Macy," his father said without looking at her.

There was something off about their relationship, but Macy couldn't figure out what. They acted like they were virtual strangers. It was a little off putting.

"I won't take up any more of your time," Pietro said. "Don't forget the meeting."

The look he shot her was cold disdain. It threw her off, because surely, she had read that look wrong. What had she ever done to him?

"I'm so sorry," Matteo said once Pietro was gone. "He can be a bit overbearing."

"Did he not like me?"

His hesitation answered her question. "It's not that. He has … unresolved issues?"She wasn't sure if she believed that, but she dropped the subject. The rest of the evening went lovely, but still, in the back of her mind was Pietro Roman's cold reaction to her presence.