Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Suddenly, she looks so small. A tinge of guilt slices through me. It’s unfamiliar, but that’s my little rabbit. Always making me do and feel things I don’t think I fully understand.
“Look at me,” I order again. Slowly, she raises her head. Those green eyes I’ve seen every night when I close my own meet mine. They are wet with tears. Her cheeks are pink, but not because of the sweet blush her fair Irish skin gets when she’s turned on and comes for me. It’s a punch to the gut. I made her cry. Fuck.
Why do I even care? I’m not ready to visit that. Right now, I need to focus on the reason I came up here.
“Only you have ever fucked me,” she answers. I shouldn’t believe her, but I do. It might be for my own self-preservation and everyone else's.
“And I’ll be the only one.” I pluck her up from the floor easily.
“What are you—" I kiss her. She stiffens against me at first, but when I slide my tongue across her lips, they part for me. The rest of her body melts into mine, the same way it did that first night I met her in my club. Her body recognizes who it belongs to.
“Need to taste you again.” With a tug, I tear the dress off. Mona lets out a small gasp. I should savor this, but I need her now. I toss her down on the bed.
“Cattaneo?”
“Matteo,” I correct, going for her panties next.
“But you said—”
“I said I needed to taste you.” I spread her thighs, revealing her pink, glistening little pussy to me. She’s turned on. The thought of her wanting me as much as I do her has me losing the tiny fragment of self-control I have left. I can’t wait another fucking second; I bury my face in her. That wetness is mine. Every last drop of it.
At the first taste of her, I groan against her cunt. Fuck, I’ve missed this. I grip her thighs, wanting to hold on to her to make sure she doesn't go anywhere.
As I lick and suck every drop from her pussy, soft moans leave her. Mona comes quickly for me with my name on her lips. I relish the sound of it. I grind my dick against the mattress, needing some kind of relief, but now more than ever, I need to keep eating every inch of Mona like a ravished animal that hasn't eaten in days. But it’s been weeks for me since I've gotten to eat her, so I am starved for her.
“Matteo!” Mona cries out my name again. The sultry sound goes straight to my dick, making my balls draw up. I grunt, my own release leaving me. “It’s too much.” Her whole body jerks before going limp.
I reluctantly withdraw my mouth from her sweet cunt. Her eyes are closed, and her tears are now gone. The rosy glow of her cheeks is because of pleasure now. I slip off the bed, pulling the comforter back. Her eyes open when I move her under the blanket.
Neither of us says a word as I kick off my shoes before flipping off the light. I lie down next to her. Never in my life have I done this with a woman. I’ve actually done everything in my power to avoid it. But when it comes to my little rabbit, I find there are a lot of rules I’m willing to bend.
“Matteo.” She whispers my name.
"Don't, little rabbit.” I roll over, pulling her into me. “Sleep,” I say against her ear, burying my nose in her hair to breathe her in.
What has she done to me?
6
MONA
When I wake up, it’s to an empty bed. That's not shocking; it's been that way for the last five days. I huff a breath, my frustration getting the better of me. Why am I even annoyed? It should make me happy that the big, old sexy jerk isn’t around. The man I met that first night was so different from the one who kidnapped me.
The only time Matteo seems to be around is in the middle of the night. It’s not like he tries to even talk to me. I usually wake up to him sliding my panties down my legs to make a feast of me. No words are ever exchanged. I can still sense an anger and a coldness to him, as if he’s fighting some sort of inner battle and losing. Regardless, each night he comes to give me pleasure, never taking anything for himself.
Once he’s exhausted me with orgasms, I usually drift back to sleep. Sometimes, I wonder if it was real or if I dreamed it. I toss the covers back to see that it wasn’t a dream. My panties are gone, and there is a faint red irritation on the inside of my thighs from his afternoon shadow.