Free Matteo (Dark Erotic Mob Romance) (Rossi Family Book 1) by Rachael Orman Page B

wrench in my initial plans for you, but I refuse to let you go now. You are mine and will be forever, so get used to the idea.” Matteo leaned against the wall in front of me, sliding his hands into his pockets as if we were carrying on a completely normal conversation. He appeared entirely at ease while I struggled with all the new emotions flooding me. After a moment of staring at me, he pushed off the wall and stood close enough I could feel his body heat.
    He reached down to pull his erection from his dress slacks. Sliding his hand over it slowly, he dragged the tip over my mouth.
    “Suck it. Get me off and I’ll leave you alone for the remainder of the night. Fail to do so and I will start your punishment now,” he said as he shoved the hot, hard, musky flesh into my mouth.
    I wanted to cry out that I thought the lashings from the belt had been my punishment. Instead, I sucked him down my throat and bobbed my head along his length the way he’d shown me he liked it done. The longer I sucked, the more my lips became numb and the more I realized that I really had no idea what being a slave was like.
    Finally, he groaned and his release filled my mouth and throat before he pulled back. As he tucked himself into his pants again he yanked my hair so I was forced to look him in the eye.
    “Welcome to the Italian Mafia way of life, bella .”
    Surprising me, he softly patted my cheek then retreated to the stairs. He didn’t look at me before he flipped the switch, leaving me in the dark room.
    I listened as his footsteps ascended the staircase, then as he closed the door at the top of the stairs. I wish I’d had more time to look around before I lost the only light in the room. I groped along the floor until I felt a metal pole and followed it up to what I presumed was a cot for me to sleep on. Once I settled on the creaky, old bed, I curled into a ball.
    Physically he hadn’t done anything I hadn’t dealt with numerous times in the past. It was the change in scenery. The chains that clanked with every movement I made. The threat of the unknown. Emotionally, he was tearing me apart. I’d never dealt with so many feelings before. He could be so soft, like the pat to the cheek. Then I’d remember the way he could so easily flip to the man that had no problem pulling me off a bed and sharing me with a roomful of strangers.
    Yes, my whole world was changing and I had no say in it.
    Since there were no windows, no light, no clocks, I had no way to measure how much time had passed before I heard footsteps on the stairs again. My stomach had been rumbling and I’d had to use the small bucket in the corner to relieve my bladder a couple of times since I’d last seen Matteo. I prayed he had food since my stomach was starting to burn and my lips stung with dryness from lack of food or water.
    When Matteo flipped on the light, I sighed at the sight of a plate in one hand and a large plastic glass in the other.
    I fell to my knees as I waited for him, hoping it’d please him.
    “Miss me, bella ?” he asked as he walked toward me.
    “Yes, Matteo.” I answered honestly. I wanted out of the basement as fast as possible.
    “I brought you some food and water. However, you must earn them. Your first lesson is that absolutely nothing is given for free. Nothing comes without a price. Never take anything for granted.” He set the food and cup down just out of my reach.
    I’d tested how far I could move about the room during one of the bouts of boredom I’d dealt with. Before Matteo, I’d thought all I wanted was quiet, but I quickly learned that wasn’t true. There’d been absolutely no noise in the basement, leaving me completely alone with my thoughts.
    He knelt in front of me and produced a black case I hadn’t noticed before on a sling from his shoulder.
    I watched with rapt attention as he unzipped it and withdrew a clear glass tube. He withdrew a few other items as I watched, but I had no idea what any of them