26. Luxtyn

26

LUXTYN

I 've changed into the emerald-green dress suit that has two columns of gold buttons up the front, and shoulder pads. Actual shoulder pads. I laugh as I peer at my unrecognizable self in the mirror.

The dress is actually flattering on me, but it's so far off my style spectrum, there's no way I could have Matteo buy this for me. Ashley nailed the sizing somehow, but this is just not it .

A soft knock sounds at my door. "Are you ready to come out?" Ashley's voice chimes through.

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Plucking at the heavy metal buttons on the front of the dress, I say, "Umm, I think I'm just going to move onto the next option." I glance over at the bright-pink pants suit hanging on the rack next.

That's also not my style.

"How about I just come in there instead?" she offers. I want to say no, but I guess if we're going to get anything done, I'll have to tell her none of these options are really me .

"Okay," I say before she opens the door, pushing herself into the small space.

She takes me in with a bright smile on her face. "That looks amazing on you. And the fit. Your husband nailed your size right on the head."

So Matteo's the one who informed her of my size. She is right about that. The fit is perfect, but that doesn't negate the fact that I'll never find myself wearing this anywhere.

"Do you love it?" Ashley asks as I slide my hands down the fabric of the dress.

"It's a. . . lovely dress." I make eye contact with her reflection in the mirror. "It's just. . . not really my style. At all, actually."

"Really?" she gasps. She walks over to the rack that still has three more options: the pink pantsuit, a navy-blue pencil skirt with a matching suit jacket, and a black and tan lace dress. All of which make me want to melt away onto the floor of this dressing room.

She runs the tips of her perfectly manicured nails over her other choices before turning back to look at me. "Do you like any of these?"

Even though she's rubbed me the wrong way since getting here, I still feel bad telling her I like nothing she chose for me, but I do so anyway. No sense in being unproductive. Shaking my head, I say, "Not really, I'm sorry. I'm just more of a comfy-casual kind of girl."

Ashley folds one arm across her stomach, propping her other elbow on top of it as she rests her chin on her hand. She stands there and rakes her eyes up my body, like she's studying me.

"That's such a shame," she says before dropping her hands back down to her sides. Her ice-blue eyes pierce me with a wicked gleam. "I was really keeping what Matteo likes in mind when picking out these pieces."

There she goes again, speaking about him like she knows him. "Do you know my husband?" I ask, tilting my head at her, intrigued to hear her response.

Her smile brightens a smidge. "You could say we know each other." She lowers her voice as she steps closer. "That's why he brought you in here to see me today."

I narrow my gaze on her. I might have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact, but that's only because she has her damn stripper heels on. "And how well do you know my husband, exactly?" I'm not sure I want to know the answer to this question, but I'm apparently a glutton for punishment.

Her devilish smirk widens more and the gleam in her eye is so bright now, I know I'm not going to like her answer. "Well, he was finishing in my mouth just last week." She offers a loose chuckle that makes me want to punch her in the damn throat. "So, I guess you could say we know each other very well." She eyes me up and down. "I wonder if he wants a repeat. You don't really seem like the type that can satisfy a man like him."

My fists clench by my sides as I do my best to keep my anger from boiling over, showing her she's done exactly what she wanted to do—gotten under my skin. The piercing pain of my nails digging into my palm is the only thing keeping me from lashing out on the bitch.

"You can stop trying to make me jealous. You're just embarrassing yourself, and you clearly don't know my husband very well." Her eye twitches as I refer to Matteo as my husband.

"Just because you had his dick in your mouth before he even met me means nothing to me. If he wanted you, he would've gone for seconds, and from the way he didn't seem to pay much attention to you out there, I'm going to guess your skills were subpar. "

Ashley gasps, and if her forehead didn't have the botox it does, I'm sure it would've raised to her hairline at my words. Before she can speak, she's cut off by a hard knock at the door.

"Everything okay in there?" Matteo's deep voice comes through the door.

"Yup," I call out to him. "Everything is perfect." Bringing my voice down to a whisper that only Ashley can hear, I add, "Right, Ashley?"

She lets out a small huff as she responds to Matteo in her disgustingly fake and high-pitched voice that'll no doubt ring in my ears the rest of the day. "Yes, we're just going over her likes and dislikes so I can nail down her looks."

She brings her voice back down, so only I can hear her. "I'll go pull some more options for you. Something more. . . your level," she adds before stepping around me to exit the dressing room.

I'm fuming while I stare at the stupid dress she had me put on in the mirror. I tear it off my body, throw it to the floor in a heap, then stare at my reflection in the mirror.

My chest heaves as I try to control my rage at this chick. Do I even have a right to be annoyed? Who am I even annoyed with? I want to be annoyed with Matteo for bringing me here, prancing me around this high-end boutique, having his high-end boutique employee fuck buddy dress me like what? Someone like her? I struggle to gain control of my shallow breaths as I get more and more frustrated.

Another knock sounds at the door, but I ignore it. If I see that bitch again, I will punch her.

Another knock comes through, except this time louder and accompanied with that familiar deep voice. "Luxtyn." Ugh. I'm not ready to see him either. I ignore him in hopes that he'll take the hint and leave me alone, but just when I think he's going to knock again, the dressing room door swings open instead, and Matteo stalks in, making the already tight space more cramped with his broad frame.

I whip around to face him. "What the hell are you doing?" I hiss, keeping my voice as low as I can.

He doesn't answer as he stares at me, slowly dragging his gaze up my body. It's at that moment I remember I'm wearing only my burgundy lace bra and underwear set. It's not insanely sexy, but the delicate lace appliqué on top of the cotton material adds a certain flare.

I move to grab my sweatshirt that's hanging on the back of the chair but am instantly halted in my steps when Matteo growls out, "Don't. Even. Think about it."

My heart feels like it's going to pound out of my chest. My mind yells at me to grab my sweatshirt and cover up, but my body does the opposite, keeping me rooted in place as Matteo continues to watch me like a predator stalking its prey.

He closes the short distance between us, crashing into me and pushing my back up against the cool mirror. I shriek, but it's muffled by his calloused hand. He spreads my thighs with his knee, propping his leg between mine. "Shhh, Little Lux. We don't want the entire store hearing you, now do we?"

I speak, but my words come out muffled under his rough and yet somehow soft hand.

"If I remove my hand, are you going to be a good girl and cooperate?" The heat from his eyes is strong enough to incinerate me in place. I nod in response.

Removing his hand from my mouth, he slides it down my neck, through the valley between my breasts. He follows the movement with his eyes, leaving a trail of fire with each move he makes. "You are so fucking sexy, Lux." He drags his nearly black lust-filled eyes back to mine.

"Don't touch me," I snap. The force of my words come out stronger than I anticipated. I was worried the electric feel of his body touching mine would make me falter, but the thought of Ashley still fresh on my mind has me ready to fight.

Matteo tsks me before wrapping his arm around my back and lowering it down to my ass. He grips a cheek in his hand. It's strong. Rough. Narrowing in on painful, and yet it feels so fucking good. "Is that anyway to speak to your husband, Little Lux?"

"You're my husband on paper, and that's it," I spit back, taking my anger on Ashley out on him. If I'm being sensible, I have no good reason to be mad at him. If what Ashley said is true, then he got together with her before me, and that's fine. We each have our pasts. What's irking me is the fact he brought me here and didn't have the decency to give me a heads-up his ex-fuck buddy would be playing dress-up with me.

Matteo narrows his gaze on mine, and I can see the fire sizzling in his eyes. "I'm going to make you my wife in every way possible. Now tell me what happened. Why're you acting like this?"

I narrow my gaze right back at him. "As if you don't know." I try to keep my voice a whisper. "What? You didn't think I'd find out you're parading me around your former fuck buddy and letting her play Barbie with me while she dresses me up in some fancy clothing she'd wear? Do you know how humiliating that is? How fucking stupid I feel?" I choke out that last sentence, not because I'm sad but because I'm damn well livid .

"You think I'd do that to you?" Matteo asks, as if me questioning his character is so easy for him to roll off his back.

My eyes bounce back and forth between his, attempting to read him for the man he is. I'm only a business transaction. His words from our wedding day come back to haunt me. Echoing through the chambers of my mind .

He pushes into me, holding me in place with his body, so I place my hands on his hard chest and push him, but he doesn't budge. He never budges. Wrapping his fingers around my wrists, he drags them over my head, and I'm thrown back to our first kiss in the living room. I almost let out a moan at the memory mixed with the reaction of my body to his, but I keep my mouth clamped shut.

"Let's get a couple things straight, Little Lux," he growls out. "One, that woman out there is by no means my former fuck buddy ." He thrusts his hips into mine, and this time I can't hold back the moan as he brushes his hardened length into me.

"And two, I would never prance you around a former fuck buddy. Not intentionally, at least. Now tell me what Ashley told you."

I shake my head and let out a low, maniacal laugh. "Ashley, huh? Why don't you explain to me how you two are on a first name basis if it's not because you guys have fucked before."

He tightens his grip on my wrists as he shuffles them so they're both being held by just one of his hands. Bringing his free hand down, he grazes my neck before wrapping his fingers around it, giving it a light squeeze. "I'll answer your question once you answer mine."

I open my mouth to argue, but he squeezes my neck harder. Not enough to prevent me from breathing but enough to make me bite my tongue. He feathers the side of my neck with his thumb, sending shivers down my body, making me clench that spot between my legs.

"Are you ready to tell me what Ashley told you?" He drops his gaze to my chest, taking in the rise and fall of my breasts. "Or am I going to have to coerce it out of you, Little Lux?"

I scoff. This arrogant ass. "I'm more interested in what you have to say, Teo ." His nickname rolls off my tongue. Snapping his gaze up to mine, I swear I see the fire spread in his eyes, consuming every aspect of his face as it morphs into something primal. Something beyond devilish.

"I love hearing my name roll off your lips, baby."

"Don't baby me?—"

He increases the pressure around my throat, cutting off my air supply. I try to suck in a sharp breath at the sudden action, but nothing comes through as I squirm in his grasp. This only causes him to push into me harder, his body now encompassing mine.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. What. Did. Ashley. Say. To. You?" He enunciates each word until he releases the tension around my throat. He's starting to make me feel insane. I should feel threatened, scared that he just cut off my air supply, but I don't. As frustrated as I am with the situation, I'm also incredibly turned on. His demands. His rock-hard frame pressed up against mine. It's like he knows exactly how to get my body to beg for his.

He trails his fingers back down that delicate spot between my breasts. I take in a sharp breath as he lowers his fingers even farther down my stomach, past my belly button, hovering over the band of my underwear. I hold my breath as he slides his finger between the fabric, running it along my skin. "Coercion it is. I can work with that, Little Lux."

He pulls the band of my underwear back. "You wouldn't," I say just before he slides his hand under the fabric, down to my core. My eyes widen, and I'm about to say something when Matteo slams his mouth on mine, swallowing down my protests in a heartbeat.

He moves his hand over my pussy. It's as if he's getting acclimated with it, memorizing the most sensitive part of my body inch-by-inch. He finds my clit, and I let out a feral moan that would've been so much louder had his mouth not been there to capture the noise.

Taking a finger, he spreads my slit, finding the warmth of my center. He pulls his mouth from mine, and I whimper at the loss of him. "You're already so fucking wet for me, baby."

My breathing intensifies as he slides a finger inside, my body welcoming him.

"I've thought about this more times than I can count, Little Lux." He slowly moves his finger in and out, stretching me, causing me to let out another moan.

"There's something about you, Luxtyn. You drive me fucking crazy," he says as he picks up the pace of thrusting in and out of me.

A knock sounds at the door. "Are you ready for some more options?" Ashley calls through the door, and I want to tell her to fuck off, but Matteo beats me to it.

"We're fine," he snaps.

"But, I have some?—"

"I said we're fucking fine," he growls out, never taking his eyes off mine.

He adds another finger inside of me and continues pumping in and out while pressing his palm against my clit. I have no idea how he's able to do what he's doing with one hand, but it's driving me insane.

I think Ashley says, "Okay," before retreating, but I can't focus on her when Matteo has me feeling like this. He moves his fingers in and out of me even faster, curling them every couple thrusts and hitting that sensitive spot inside of me. I squirm under his grasp as he plays me like a damn fiddle.

"I can feel you're almost there, baby. Squeezing my fingers with that tight pussy of yours. I can't fucking wait until you're squeezing my cock the same way. "

His words increase my pleasure. I'm so fucking close I can taste the orgasm on the tip of my tongue, and just when I know I'm about to explode, Matteo does the last thing I expected him to do. He pulls back, releasing the pressure off my clit and removing his fingers so they're barely inside me anymore.

"What the fuck," I hiss out as I try to catch my breath, my orgasm flatlining.

"One more time, Lux. What did she say to you?"

Damn this man. He's doing exactly what he said he would do. I'm so wound up that I need a release, and I need it soon. Matteo's had me on edge lately, and now that I'm finally in his arms, narrowing in on the best orgasm of my life, there's not much I wouldn't do to get that release he has me chasing after.

"All she said was that you guys hooked up recently." The details of him finishing in her mouth don't need to be discussed. The sick image will only dry me up inside.

"That's not all she said." He slowly pushes his fingers into me another inch. As if he's baiting me to keep going, knowing that the pleasure he'll bring me will keep me talking. And he's fucking right.

"And she said that she knows what you like, and that's why you brought me here today. To have her dress me up like the type of woman you want." I hate that she affected me so much. I hate that she's been with Matteo, but what I hate even more is that he felt he had to take me here to turn me into something I'm not. Something that he wants. Someone like her.

Pushing his fingers the rest of the way into me, he starts working me up again with shallow thrusts before finding my clit once more with his palm. He leans down into the crook of my neck and whispers, "Don't ever think that I would bring you somewhere to dress you like some whore that blew me in my club one time before I even met you. That's not what this is. "

His fingers build up speed, and my deteriorating orgasm is back with a vengeance. I know it won't take much to push me over the edge, and he knows it too.

"You're squeezing me harder than you were before. You're right there. Come for me, Little Lux. Give me the thing I crave from you the most," he commands, right before biting down on my neck with his teeth.

The pain mixed with the pleasure of his hand and the absolute rawness of it all has me spiraling. I throw my head back against the mirror, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I cry out, but he moves his mouth from the base of my neck to my mouth, sucking down the sound as he kisses me with absolute fervor, our tongues lashing at each other.

Matteo helps me ride out my orgasm as long as possible as he slows the thrusts of his fingers before finally removing them. Pulling his face from mine, he stares down into my eyes that have finally begun to focus again from the intense climax I just had.

He brings his glistening fingers up to his face and shoves them in his mouth, sucking them clean. Matteo groans. "Fucking delicious."

Holy fuck.

The sight of Matteo licking me off him has me ready to go again, sensitive or not.

When he's done, he grabs my clothes and helps me get dressed. "What're you doing?" I ask.

"We're leaving. We'll go somewhere else to get you some things until we can meet up with my cousin. The only person I wanted you to work with was Liana, and we won't be back again until she's here."

Ahh, so Liana's his cousin. That's why he brought me here. To have his cousin help pick out some clothes for me. Gosh, I feel so freaking stupid that I let Ashley get to me like that .

Matteo and I exit the dressing room to Ashley standing about fifteen feet away with her hand on her hip as she taps her foot. She has a few pieces of clothing in her other hand, and I cringe at her color choices. Neon colors. Green, yellow, and orange. What was this girl's plan? Bring in outfit after outfit that aren't my style and not make a sale? All because she's jealous that I'm married to a man she got on her knees for? I might feel silly for feeling threatened the way I did, but this bitch is an idiot, pathetic, and borderline crazy.

She paints on a fake smile when she looks at Matteo and scurries up to us. "I brought some more options?—"

"We're done here," Matteo says, his voice stern, unwavering, causing Ashley to retreat into her shell.

"But, I thought?—"

"Look, Ashley, I don't know what the hell you thought when you decided to lie to my wife just to try and make her feel inferior to you, but because of your incompetence, you're now going to be unemployed, not to mention blacklisted from ever working in New York City again."

"Matteo—"

He steps into her suddenly, making her jump back into a rack of clothes in shock. " Don't fucking say my name. I'm nothing to you. I'm no one." He lets out a dark chuckle. "Except for the man who'll make it his mission to ensure you're never employed in this city again."

Matteo grabs hold of my hand before turning back to Ashley, whose shocked eyes are shimmering with tears, clearly regretting the way she's acted now. "And if you think I don't have connections in all of the major cities in this country, think again. You might want to find a small town where you can work for a souvenir shop making minimum wage, because your career in fashion is now over."

Without another word, he pulls me through the boutique and out the front door. A smile tugs at my lips. Not only did I have the best orgasm of my life from nothing but Matteo's hand, but he also stuck up for me. I know it sounds stupid, but I've never had anyone stick up for me like that before. And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the hottest thing I've ever witnessed.