Page 55 of Beautiful Sinner

His eyes roam over my body and I know the moment he sees my wrist because his eyes darken. “What happened?” Gently, he lifts my wrist up.

“It’s not broken. I went to the hospital. It’s just tender.”

“What happened?”

“Matteo…”

“What happened?”

Lying to my brother has become easy but lying to Matteo? Impossible.

“Connor did it.”

He lets my wrist go and clenches his hands into fists. “That motherfucker. He’s hurting you now?”

“He confronted me about you. He thinks we have something going on. Which we obviously do but…”

“Fuck.” He runs his hand down his face. “I need to kill him. Dante wants him dead so the blood won’t be on your hands.”

“But we both know you really want him dead because of me so in a way, his death will be on my hands.”

“Julia.” Matteo cups my face and I instantly lean into his touch. It’s like a magnet pulling me closer. “Don’t think about it like that. I don’t want you to worry.”

“How can I not worry?”

“I know. But let me handle this. Just take comfort in the fact that Dante wants him dead too. I’m acting on orders.”

I sigh and grip his wrists, anything to bring him in closer. “I’m so scared, Matteo. Anything could happen.”

“And I won’t let it.” His lips find mine before I can even really process what’s happening.

I kiss Matteo back with everything inside of me. All my fear and love and passion. All the built up longing I’ve had in me: longing for adventure, longing for love. Longing for more in my life.

Matteo picks me up and places me on the bed. There’s a silent understanding between us that we won’t have sex. I can’t lose my virginity yet, not when there’s so much uncertainty between us. But that doesn’t mean we can’t explore in other ways.

He sits back and looks at me with his dark eyes as he pulls my dress off. Somehow, his eyes darken when they take in my bra and underwear. I made sure to wear a nicer pair tonight. I want Matteo to like what he sees.

“You are beautiful,” he murmurs, running his hand over my stomach. Goosebumps break out on my skin.

“I want to see you,” I admit.

His smile is gentle and easy as he stands up and pulls his shirt off. The sight of his bare chest makes me weak-kneed so it’s a good thing I’m lying down. All hard muscle and defined ridges and lines. It’s like he was sculpted out of stone.

I cannot deny the lust I feel for Matteo. He’s awoken something in me that I’ve never felt before.

“I need to touch you again,” he says in his gruff voice that sends shivers over my body.

“Yes.”

This time, he takes my bra off and his hands gently roam over them and between them. I gasp when he cups my right one and bends down to give it a kiss. Arousal flares between my legs. Thisis wrong to be doing but I don’t want Matteo to stop for anything in this world.

His lips wrap around my nipple before he lets it go and pleasures my other breast. I never knew my breasts could be this sensitive. Without even realizing it, my legs press together to seek some friction for the growing arousal inside of me.

“I want to touch you too.”

Matteo sits back so I can place my hands to his chest. He shudders a little bit when I move my hands up and down, touching every inch of his hard muscles.

“You must really work out.”