42. Matteo

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I'll do anything to touch her. Here, where it's just us, I can feed my need for her.

Tonight, I will hand her over to Stephano and I will walk away. I gave my word to the Don.

I couldn't sleep because the very thought of going through with the auction repulses me. It takes a lot to disgust me, but Armstrong's debt for Alex's death was settled twice over. What are two million dollars given that this woman saved my life? I'd write it off without thinking. The Don, on the other hand—he likes seeing people broken, ruined, dead. He wasn't in that shootout and would never believe me when I told him Tasha stabbed someone and gave me those few crucial seconds between life and death. There were too many of Randazzo's men. If it weren't for her, we would've been outnumbered.

Tasha's hair falls over her back and shoulders as she eases onto her stomach, and I gently sweep it away, turning my touch into a caress. I suppress the temptation to kiss the length of her spine as I tug the bikini straps loose. This body was made to be worshipped, every inch of her that of a goddess. As I press my palms to her skin, my touch turns sexual; there's no stopping me. I want this woman, all of her, and that contented little sigh whispers back that she'd let me take her, ravish her, now, here on this yacht, for all to see.

I keep massaging the sunscreen into her skin, going lower and covering her whole back.

"Matteo," she murmurs, as I carry on down to her legs, making sure she can't miss my intention as I sweep my thumbs low over her butt and deep into her inner thighs.

"Yes, kitten."

"Can you—" She breaks off as she shifts her leg up, giving me the access I crave.

I lean over her, one knee pressed onto the deck chair, and kiss her neck, then lower my hips to her body and press my straining erection into her sweet ass. "You want this?"

"You know I do."

What would happen if I just took her now? Make her mine. I close my eyes as I ride into her, savoring the pressure of her tight ass against my hard cock. The scars on my back pulse as I feel every crack in my ribs of his discipline.

Instead of stripping off my board shorts and fucking her as I want to, I slide my fingers between her thighs and shove the bikini bottoms to the side. She's open and wet for me, always so ready. I caress her softly, as I've come to learn what she likes. She reacts to me tenfold, splaying both her legs and pressing her sweet pussy into my touch. She needs this. I drag her release out, watching her face as the arousal blushes her cheeks, as her breathing becomes more strained. She's holding back too, biting into her bottom lip to ride out the wave for as long as she can. This time I can't stop myself from dipping a finger into her. Her hands curl into fists as she twists the towel, but I watch her reaction as she starts to come. I pull my fingertip out, rubbing her clit again, wishing it was her G-spot. She moans softly as she pushes her fist to her mouth, and I press a kiss to her temple, almost coming undone.

I'm not looking for proof. I didn't doubt her word when I saved her from Randazzo's compound, but for Stephano's sake and reputation, I won't let her go without making sure she's still a virgin. Her reaction tells me everything. No man brutalized her while I didn't have her under my protection.

Soon, kitten, you will know what it feels like. And even if you don't come, you would have had this one from me.

"I have to get some work done," I murmur as I press a final kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Have a nap."

Once she's taken after the auction, she won't get to sleep at all.