Page 86 of Bellini Born

“You have all of me,regina mia.” His hand found the slit in my dress and dipped inside.

A low growl vibrated through his chest when he found me bare beneath the fabric.

The grip on my hair grew painfully tight. “I know I spent a small fortune on matching lingerie with the express desire to rip it to shreds. You would deny me that pleasure?”

Hissing at the sting radiating through my scalp, I replied, “Didn’t want the next time I was photographed with you to have the headlines focused on documenting my visible panty lines.”

“Guess I deserved that,” he muttered.

“What about what I deserve?” I challenged.

Matteo reared back, eyes blazing. “Everything. You deserve everything, Summer. And I’m going to give it to you.”

I cocked an eyebrow, tapping my foot. “I’m waiting . . .”

His chuckle was so deep and husky that it made my toes curl. Then he spun me around so that my entire front was pressed against the glass wall, his hard body at my back.

Against my ear, he rasped, “Careful what you wish for.”

Lips trailed down my neck before teeth tugged on the thin strap of red silk at my shoulder. It fell down my arm, exposing one breast, and I let out a breathy moan when my nipple encountered the cool glass.

There was barely time to enjoy the hot drag of his lips on my skin before the rattling of a belt buckle reached my ears.

It would seem we were on the same wavelength—the one where we said fuck foreplay, too eager for the connection that came when we became one—because I was desperate to have him inside me. The slickness coating my inner thighs was proof of that.

My skirt was lifted over my ass, my feet kicked apart, and then Matteo was there, the blunt head of his cock notched at my entrance.

“Whose pussy is this?”

With one arm snaking back to cling to his neck, I let my head drop back against his shoulder. “Mine?”

I cried out when a sharp slap landed between my legs.

“Try again,” he snarled.

I wiggled my ass, trying to take more of him inside me.

Teeth bit into the flesh of my shoulder. “Say it.”

“Yours.” The whispered word was barely audible.

“Louder,” Matteo barked.

“Yours!”

He slammed home, stealing my breath away while simultaneously making me scream.

“That’s fucking right,” he growled. “Mine. All fucking mine.”

What started as slow, strong thrusts quickly picked up speed. Pinned between the window and Matteo, I couldn’t move, forced to take anything he was willing to dish out.

The onslaught was intense; each roll of his hips had his cock ramming my cervix, causing a burst of pain with the pleasure. I rose onto my tiptoes, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but his grip on my hips tightened, holding me steady and making it so there was nowhere to hide.

Grunted words broke through my hazy hearing. “Take it. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

A sob broke free from my chest. The pressure coiled tighter in my belly, a fist of pleasure squeezing with an unrelenting force so powerful it felt like I might implode.

I was so close. The sparks of my orgasm were about to catch fire. I held my breath in anticipation of the fireworks set to rocket through my body, the lack of oxygen only heightening the bliss streaking through my bloodstream like lightning.