They froze, looking each other in the eyes, and the air between them suddenly grew so cold it was hard to breathe. Not releasing my hand, Matto turned to his companions and said something in Italian, causing general laughter.“You know who he is?” I asked Will, looking confused, surely he wouldn't dare ask me for a dance if he knows what Matteo does.“Sure. I’ve been living in Italy for a dozen years now.” The blonde man winked at me.“And you danced with me despite that?”“What’s he going to do? Kill me? I don’t think so. Not here, anyway.” He chuckled. "So, I hope this wasn’t our last dance.”He kissed my hand and disappeared among the tables. Matteo followed him with his eyes before turning back to me.“You’re a great dancer. That explains your hip movements.” I couldn't tell if he was angry or impressed"I was a stripper." I said in a matter of fact way."Even though you were amazing. You didn't save your first dance for me Mia Cara?" “I was bored, and Viktor isn’t much of a tal
Matteo pulled out his key card, opened the door, and slammed it shut behind us. Without switching the lights on, he threw himself at me. His kisses were quick and hungry as his tongue slid into my mouth, I didn't even fight him. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get the full experience."You look so hot when you're jealous." He said in-between kisses but I couldn't react, being too deep in the kiss. It was funny how we came in a Limousine and left in a Lamborghini. Show off.After what happened with Gianna, I was in no words, I didn't know what to think about it, I didn’t have what to say. After a while, Matteo realized something was wrong. He stopped, controlling himself, and flicked the lights on. I straightened up, crossing my arms. Matteo sighed and ran a hand through his hair.“Jesus Christ, Laura,” he said, collapsing to a great armchair behind him. “She’s . . . . the past.”I kept silent for a moment, and he observed my reaction closely.“I’m aware you had women before me.
My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t expect those words and I froze, watching him through half-closed eyelids. I was embarrassed. Make love? I guessed in that way Matteo and I were very much alike, I had only fucked boys, I had never made love.“That might be a problem,” I said quietly, even surprised that he heard me. He hung above me, propped on his elbows, with his body pressing against mine, covering it all, and his eyes searching for answers in mine."How." He asked, raising his eyebrows in amusement probably thinking this was one of my tricks.“You see,” I continued, ashamed. “I’ve never made love to anyone. I only fucked,” I finished and turned my head away, embarrassed. I was sure my cheeks turned the color of my hair because Matteo gently placed his hands on my hair making me feel safe.“Mia Cara,” he said gently, turning my face back toward himself. “You’re so vulnerable. I haven’t seen you like this before. Don’t be afraid. This will be your first time, but it will be a first
“I think you’re ready.” Those words made a shiver run down my spine. The anticipation, the uncertainty, the fear, and the desire all whirled inside my head. This was something I wanted more than anything on earth right now, and it was fucking happening.Matteo slowly entered me, and I could feel each and every inch of his thick member. But deep down, I wanted nothing more than for him to flip me over and fuck me long and hard. My brain was hazy with pleasure, as I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy.His arms wrapped themselves around me, almost painfully, a sweet kind of pain.As he slid inside me fully, he froze as if he was accessing his surroundings with his dick, the wait was killing me softly and then in one fast painful motion he pulled out and rushed in, hard. I moaned as my arousal and pleasure mixed with pain, just what I wanted. His hips moved fast, and his breath heightened with them. The friction I felt was rippling in waves across my entire body. Suddenly, he slowed down, and
I knew he wouldn’t be happy about having to taste himself, his ego wouldn't allow him to and that was the only reason I decided to do this in the first place. There was something erotic about him testing himself in me as he sucked and licked my clit. When he didn’t react, I lowered my moist wet pussy to his mouth, making him feel the taste that so disgusted him. He had no choice but to suck on it.A couple of seconds passed, and I felt his tongue caressing me inside. He lifted his chin and moved toward my clit. I moaned and propped my forehead against the wall behind the bed. He was too good at this, the way he moved his tongue, so deep like a starved man. It only took him a while to take me to the brink of another orgasm. I lifted myself on my knees and glanced down—he was licking me off his lips, purring quietly as he enjoyed the taste of my essence mixed with his. That part of the punishment was clearly to his liking. I slid down over his torso and abdomen, finally feeling him
LAURAI knew that this letter would change everything, that there would be no turning back once I left it behind. It was a farewell, a final goodbye to the man who has saved me from damnation, the man who has ignited a passion I never knew I had, but right now I didn't want the salvation being with Matteo offered, I wanted freedom. So even though my entire body begged for me to tear the letter up and go back to sleep, I knew that wasn't what was best for me.I lightly touched Matteo's hair, for the last time feeling the texture of his silky strands. He slept soundly, not even noticing my touch. I left the note on the nightstand. I wanted to peck him but I didn't want to risk waking him up.I raked my closet finding something appropriate, I settled for a gray sweatpants with a matching sweatshirt, I tied my hair in a loose ponytail and paired it with a black sneakers. It wasn't about looks but comfort. I was preparing myself for a cold and unfavorable night.The mansion was a treasure
LAURA (LUNA)In Sicily, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the island, I found solace in the knowledge that I had reclaimed my life. As I went outside, I noticed the inn's courtyard was adorned with lush greenery and fragrant citrus trees, and a smile spread across my face as my head rambled on planning how I'll spend my evenings here, sipping on local wine and watching the sun dip below the horizon. It would be a peaceful routine.The air here felt different, I knew what I wanted to do, I needed clothes and a job, so I walked till I found a small cloth store.I walked around the store, careful not to pick any branded clothes. I wanted to blend in and not stand out. When I felt I'd picked enough, I went to pay for it.I could feel the smile on my face, my stomach was rumbling, I skipped breakfast, and my eyes traveled through the window till it met a nearby cafe, immediately it started raining.The rain poured relentlessly outside, creating a rhythm
LAURA (LUNA)The next day I woke up in a trance, I was deeply regretting my yesterday's actions though it didn't change the fact that it felt good, and at that moment, I craved Matteo's touch. I was trying to get used to my routine as a working woman, I dressed up and immediately dashed out heading to the café.I ran my hand through my hair but the shorter length still needed some getting used too, I was starting to embrace the fact that my hair wasn't waist length anymore, it was for the best anyways.In about ten minutes, I reached the café as if it was sheer luck that the café wasn't far from my inn.I was greeted by Lucy's smiling face, she was cleaning the tables."Hi Luna." She greeted me and it took me a couple of minutes to realize she was talking to me. I was Luna now."Good day, hope you had a good night's rest?" I asked walking up to the counter to get my apron and a rag to help with the cleaning."It was good, I forgot to ask for your phone number." I looked at her confus