EIGHTEEN

~Emmy~

"Because I am your sex slave! Yes, I remember!" I gigged, still high from the explosion in my core.

"I can think of worse things than being tied to his bed as a sex slave!" The lude voice in my head teased, and I agreed with her for once.

"Are you sure?" Matteo asked, his lips trailing up my neck back to my ear as I hummed with delight. Clenching around his fingers that were still buried inside me, I turned to look over my shoulder at him. His vibrant green eyes stole the air from my lungs momentarily.

"I believe I have already said I don't ask twice." I grinned slyly. I don't know where I expected my boldness to get me, but something about the dark glint in his eyes and how his cheek twitched told me I had bitten off more than I could chew.

"I believe you did!" He replied as he stood in the tub, his clothes saturated and sticking to his defined torso. I knew he would be ripped under his fancy suits; a man as particular about how he presents himself to the world wouldn't jus