Page 56 of Beautiful Sinner

He smiles and it makes him look even younger. More boyish. “It’s good to stay in shape in my profession. Strength and endurance help in case I ever end up in a fight.”

My hands still. A fight. I hate the idea of Matteo being in fights and risking his life but I know that’s the world he lives in.

It’s the world I live in too.

He places his hands over my own. “You can keep touching me. Don’t be scared.” I know he’s talking about multiple things at once.

I find the strength to move my hands again and they go lower, closer to the top of his pants. Matteo hisses slightly when I skim my fingers along his lower abdomen. Just below his waistband is his penis. He’s seen all of me. I want to see all of him but I’m worried if we go there, we’ll end up having sex. Matteo seems to want to keep his penis inside of his pants for that exact reason.

“You’re going to kill me,” he says in a breathless voice. I love knowing I have an effect on him. With Viktor, nothing can shake him. With Connor, I can’t crack him.

But with Matteo, I can see all of him.

“Touch me again,” I whisper.

His eyes darken. “With pleasure.” His lips find mine in a kiss so passionate, I can feel it all the way down to my toes.

He leans over me, pressing our bare chests together. I never want this to end. My hands grip his back shoulder blades, needing to pull him in closer, needing to feel more of him. All of him.

I gasp when Matteo presses kisses down my neck and upper chest. It’s such a simple act but one that lights my body on fire. My hips arch up, seeking friction, and I know that’s dangerous. The more Matteo touches me, the more comfortable I’m going to get with him, and the more comfortable I am with him, the more I’m going to fall in love with him.

His fingers find the edges of my panties and pushes them down. I moan softly when his fingers touch me between my legs. It’s the friction I’ve been looking for.

Matteo looks me right in the eye as he runs his palm against my nub. I gasp and arch my back and pant like a wild woman and I don’t even care.

His fingers move down to my entrance and stop. “I want to touch you here.”

I can’t even speak so I nod. Matteo slips his finger inside of me and the sensation is better than I ever thought possible.

I grip his arms to steady myself.

“It’s ok,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Gently, he thrusts his finger in and out of me. While he does that, his palm rubs against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. Nothing could be better than this.

“Matteo,” I gasp, arching my hips up.

“Just feel it, baby. Feel all of it.” He keeps his steady pace, letting me get there in my own time.

My legs clamp down on his forearm. It’s all too much. Too much.

Matteo looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the entire world. It sends shivers through me. I’ve never felt this special in my entire life, having been cooped up in my brother’shome for years. To finally get to experience this freedom is like nothing I’ve ever had before.

I gasp when his finger moves deeper into me. There’s no pain, only pleasure.

“Matteo,” I say again. “Matteo.”

“I’ve got you, baby. You can let go. Come for me. God, I need to see it.”

His words give me the permission I’ve been looking for.

My lips part but no sound comes out as the wave of pleasure rolls over me. My hips buck against his hand, needing more and more and more.

Matteo continues to hold and pleasure me through it all.

Once I’m finished, he removes his finger from inside of me. “You are perfect.”

I blush. “I don’t know what to say to that.”