TWENTY SIX

~ Emmy ~

That dirty smirk on his lips had the air rushing from my lungs. Despite my better judgement, I found myself smiling at the feeling of Matteo running his fingers up the side of my hip, across my rib cage, to my sensitive nipples. They ached dreadfully, and not just because of the contraption he had secured in place but for his attention.

"Such a good girl!" He praised me when I felt my nipples harden somehow within the metal cage. I craved him so much that it was physically painful. Something he evidently knew, given the glimmer in his eyes, that even I knew was lust. With an arched brow, he gently ran a thumb over the tip of my nipple, creating a passioned groan to tear from my throat.

"And these?" he asked, rubbing his finger over the nubs, parting my lips breathlessly from his delicious touch. I let the air I desperately needed fill my lungs while debating my answer. I wanted to tell him they meant nothing. That he meant nothing; however, we both knew that would be a li