Free Dark Blood: A Mafia Hitman Romance by Isabella Starling Page B

eyes. I want him to see. I need him to touch me...there.
    "Why won't you look?" I ask desperately, my breaths heavy and labored.
    His finger touches my lips, sliding down the curve of my throat as I gasp. His eyes always on mine. Fucking hell.
    He reaches the indentation between my breasts, lingering there until I feel like I'm about to burst. So close, but so far away from what I need.
    "Please," I plead. My voice is a whisper, hoarse as hell. "Please, touch me."
    He slides his finger only an inch to the left, and I can't take it. My head falls back, my mouth open. "Please." I'm past the point of no return. "Touch me. I can't take it." My words are a jumbled mess. "Touch me, you have to touch me."
    "I do like it when you beg."
    I look at him with glazed, desperate eyes. He won't break eye contact. His fingers find my left nipple, pinching gently. I can't take it. I grind on his lap, needing more. "Harder." I hardly care what I'm saying at this point. I need this. Need him. I'll beg if I have to. I'll probably love it, too.
    He twists and I moan. Finally, fucking finally, his eyes tear away from mine and slowly wander down my body. He groans when he takes me in, pulling me closer. He sucks my nipple in his mouth and I'm losing it, arching my back, needing him to take me deeper.
    "Fuck," he breathes. I feel his teeth grazing my skin, and I almost lose it. I can tell he's holding back, and I want to scream at him to stop doing that. I need him to lose control. Right. Fucking. Now.
    I buck my hips against his, my shaky hands reaching down between my legs. He's pulling off the rest of my dress, throwing it on the floor, and I grab his arm, guiding it to my center. I move my panties to the side with his hand, and he looks down this time, his finger wandering between my folds.
    "Fuck me," I beg him.
    His other hand digs into my back. "No."
    I'm feeling really fucking frustrated now. Why is he fighting this? Why doesn't he want me? Doesn't he think I'm beautiful? Doesn't he see how fucking...wet he just made me now?
    I try to get off his lap, feeling humiliated. I'm halfway across the room when he lunges for me, pulling me back by my hair. I cry out in pain, but my body arches for him.
    "That's a good girl," he says into my hair. "Arch your back like a good little slut."
    I blush at his lewd words, but my body obeys. It's as if I were made for this. For him. He holds my arms on the small of my back, holding them in place. His other hand pulls my panties down and off, then he brings it back up to wrap around my hair and pull my head back. I feel vulnerable and turned on as hell.
    "Are you really a virgin?" he asks me.
    I barely manage to nod, he's holding me in such a vicious grip.
    "I don't want to hurt you."
    "Please...." My voice is embarrassingly husky. "Please."
    "Please what?"
    I hesitate. I want to be done with the begging, but at the same time, it's doing things to me. Things I'd be embarrassed to admit out loud...though I'm fairly certain he'll make me do it anyway.
    "F-fuck me," I manage to get out.
    "It will hurt."
    "Okay."
    "I'm not gentle."
    "Okay."
    "I won't change that for you."
    "Okay."
    He lets go of me and I nearly tumble to the floor. I turn around, shaking all over. Matteo pulls his shirt off, and I gasp when I see his skin. He's ripped, and his body is covered with scars. Some running deep, some barely healed.
    "Come here," he orders me. I do as he says. "Undress me."
    It's a test. He's trying to show me I'm not ready for this. I give him a determined look, trying to pretend I don't feel vulnerable in front of him when he's clothed and I'm naked.
    My hands shake as I reach for his belt. The metal is loud as I unbuckle it and slide down his jeans. He's wearing skintight navy boxers, which don't hide his erection. He's massive.
    "All the way, princess," Matteo growls at me. His hands have formed fists at his sides and I can tell he's barely holding back. Hesitantly, I slide his boxers down and his cock springs free.