33. Luxtyn

33

LUXTYN

M atteo leaves me at his car, not even glancing back to see if I'm following him. He's really starting to piss me off now.

Back at the club I felt bad. No, I felt horrible. I didn't think I'd care, but I did. He was mad. He's still mad, and rightfully so. I went behind his back and showed up at the place he specifically told me not to go to. And then he found me dancing on stage. . . I know it looked bad.

But now that I've had this forty-minute car ride to think about it, I'm pissed. I'm pissed at his reaction, how he's being an asshole, and that he thinks he can boss me around like a damn child. So now I don't care how he feels, because if he's going to be a dick, then I'll give it right back to him.

Glancing down at my heels, I rip them off with little effort thanks to them being a size too big. And this wig. It's officially making me want to scratch my scalp off. After pulling the bobby pins holding it in place loose, I rip the wig off, and my hair falls in disarray around my shoulders as I stomp toward Matteo .

I walk into what looks to be a large mudroom and notice he didn't even have the decency to wait for me here.

Screw him.

As I make my way through the house, I head down an empty hallway that's dimly lit up by wall sconces. Rounding the corner, I find myself in what seems to be a living room. I can already tell that the house is decorated similarly to his penthouse. Marble flooring, ivory furniture, dark walls, and gold accents. This must be the other house Matteo has. His home.

Pictures hanging on the wall grab my attention. The dim lighting makes it difficult to see, but I walk up to them anyway. There's one of three young kids, two boys and one girl: Matteo, Enzo, and Izzy.

Then there's one of the three looking a few years younger than they do now, with an older man and woman. That must be their parents. The last picture hanging on the wall looks to be of the same older man and woman on their wedding day.

"Did you get lost?" Matteo startles me, causing me to jump back.

I bring my hand up to my chest and turn to face him. "What the hell, Matteo?"

"I believe I should be directing that question to you."

"Look, I get you're angry?—"

"Angry." He releases a devilish laugh. "That doesn't even begin to describe my state of mind, Luxtyn."

He walks away, so I run to catch up with him because he's not getting the last word here. He wants a fight, I'll give him a fight.

I follow him into the kitchen, the dimmed recessed lighting not providing much. He walks around the island and pours himself a glass of what looks to be whiskey. Picking it up, he shoots down the amber liquid before setting it back on the counter and pouring himself another .

"What are we doing here, Matteo?" I ask, my voice impatient.

His nostrils flare and his jaw tics. "Do you have any idea how stupid it was of you to show up to that strip club tonight?" He takes the contents of the glass down again. "You could've gotten us all killed."

"No one knows who I am, and even if they did, I had a disguise on."

He lets out a scoff. "A disguise? That stupid fucking wig you finally decided to take off and some makeup? Please." He pours himself another drink.

I raise a brow at him. "Drinking your feelings now, are we?"

He snaps his predatory gaze up to mine and sets the whiskey bottle down before slowly stalking his way around the island. "Do you know what it was like for me to see you up there on that stage, dancing for those fucking men?"

He runs the tips of his fingers along the countertop as he makes his way toward me. With each step he takes, my heart skips a beat. "If it weren't for having to find your mother, I would've taken my gun and shot the eyes out of each and every one of those men for seeing what belongs to me ," he seethes.

"Relax, Matteo. I was wearing a bra and underwear. My body was covered." The important parts.

He lets out another dark laugh, chilling the blood that courses through my veins. Rounding the corner of the island, he stops directly in front of me. He rakes his eyes over my cleavage, which I didn't realize is now proudly on display as his jacket hangs open.

"You have no idea what seeing you up there did to me," he whispers. "I wanted to punish you for putting yourself in a dangerous fucking situation like that." He looks back and forth between my eyes. "But I also wanted to rip you off that stage and fuck you until you were screaming out my name over and over again."

His words send a current of electricity straight to my core, zapping my spine straight. I hate that I can be so irritated with him, but then he says those words to me and he has me hooked.

He moves around me, forcing me to lean back against the counter while he places a hand on each side of me, boxing me in. "Does that turn you on, Little Lux? Are you thinking about me fucking you raw until you can't take it anymore?"

That jolt finds its way back to my core, making me clench my thighs.

He chuckles deeply. "I can see it in your eyes," he says as he draws a finger down my chest, sending waves of heat through me. "The way they shine so bright when I mention fucking you. The way your body reacts to even my simplest touch." He trails his finger over the fabric that's covering my nipple, and it hardens as he swirls his finger around it.

"Fuck you," I grind out, hoping my voice comes out stronger than I feel, because the truth is, Matteo knows just how to play me. To make me bend at his will. And I hate that I love it.

"That's the plan, baby. You wanted to know why I brought you here? Privacy. Because when I make you scream out my name at the top of your lungs, I'm the only one allowed to hear it," he growls out before slamming his mouth on mine. I part my lips, welcoming him in, which he takes advantage of as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth.

Leaning into him, he wraps his hand around my waist with one hand while kneading my breast with the other. He pulls his mouth from mine and speaks through shallow breaths. "I'm going to make you regret disobeying me, Little Lux."

"Whatever, Teo. Just do something already," I pant out like a desperate bitch in heat. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pull him back down and kiss him with so much fervor I struggle to keep track of what's going on.

He tugs the cup of my bra down and pinches my nipple. It's hard, punishing, and I welcome it. Arching my back, I moan into his mouth, needing him to do more.

He rips his mouth from mine again and trails feverish kisses down to my breast before swirling his tongue around my nipple. He teases it while I run my hands through his hair, tugging at the soft waves.

"These tits, Little Lux. You've been hiding them from me for far too long," he growls. Teasing me with the heat of his tongue, he bites down. Hard. I cry out, not in pain, but in pleasure.

Matteo wraps his hands around my waist, then hoists me up onto the counter and pushes on my chest until I'm lying back onto the marble surface. I gasp at the cold countertop against my heated skin, but it doesn't take long for me to adjust.

Standing between my legs, Matteo runs his gaze over my body, taking in every inch of me. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Little Lux."

"Is it safe to say you're not mad at me anymore?"

The gleam in his eyes brightens as he snaps them up to mine, and a devilish grin plays out on his face. "We haven't gotten to the punishment yet, baby."

He tugs on my legs, bringing me closer to him before yanking my underwear off and propping my feet on the edge of the countertop, making sure to keep my legs spread.

A groan escapes his lips as he narrows in on my pussy. "Fucking perfect," he says before kneeling before me and biting the inside of my thigh. I cry out as he runs his tongue over the shallow puncture before moving closer to the part of me that needs him the most .

He's teasing me as he licks and nibbles on my inner thighs before finally moving to the one spot begging to have him. "Look at you, Lux. You're already dripping for me. Who would've thought a little punishment could make you this fucking wet."

"Please, Teo," I breathe out before he slides his tongue over my entrance, which causes me to make a sound I don't think I've ever made before.

He moans into me, the vibration almost too much. "So fucking delicious. Just as sweet as I remember." He trails his tongue up my pussy again before pushing it into my entrance.

Arching my back, I welcome the sensation. He's going to drive me crazy with that mouth of his.

Sliding his tongue up to my clit, he sucks on it, making me whimper. "Ahh, fuck, Teo."

He swirls his tongue, applying a perfect amount of pressure before sliding his finger into me. My body welcomes him and begs for more as I clench around him. He gives me exactly what I want, adding another finger. The sensation has me going wild for him, and I know I won't last much longer.

I play with my nipples, rubbing the razor-sharp buds before pinching them hard. The combination of me playing with my tits while Matteo sucks on my clit and thrusts his fingers in and out of me at an inordinate speed has me arching my back, so close to coming.

He twists his fingers and hooks them, hitting the spot he kept hitting in the dressing room earlier today, and just when I'm about to lose all control, he stops and releases his mouth from me. I groan when my orgasm starts to fade.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I stare down at him planted between my legs. "What the hell, Matteo?" I snap.

He lets out a dark chuckle before leaning into my pussy and starting up again, thrusting his fingers in and out of me faster this time. He holds my gaze as he clamps down on my clit and sucks hard, never losing focus, even as I squirm beneath him.

As I start to lose control again, he presses onto my stomach, keeping me from sliding out from underneath him. "I'm almost there," I pant out through labored breaths, doing my best to remain balanced on my elbows.

Matteo increases the intensity and friction, and just when I'm about to explode, he pulls his fingers out and releases my clit once more. A cry escapes my lips but not in pleasure.

He stands and gives me a smirk before sucking his shiny fingers clean with a moan of approval. The sight nearly does me in. I try to catch my breath as I glare at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He chuckles and says, "You didn't think I was going to let you come that easily, did you?" Placing his hands on the edge of the counter, he leans in. "This is your punishment, Little Lux. But don't worry, I'll let you come eventually, and when I do, you'll be begging me for more." He runs his fingers up the side of my leg, causing goose bumps in their wake.

"And when that happens, I'm going to keep making you come so fucking hard and all fucking night, that you'll beg me to stop." His gaze darkens. "And when that happens, there's not a chance in hell I will."

I should hate what he's doing to me, but I'm turned on by his words. He's using sex against me. Punishing me for what I did earlier. And God help me, I'm going to let him.