Page 19 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)
Chapter Nineteen
Taylor
T he more time I spend with Matteo, the more I like him.
He scared me at first—terrified me even.
He is a man, rough, yet refined, crude yet a gentleman and has years on me that brings with it wisdom.
He is somebody to look up to, learn from and admire, and when I walked in through the doors of his hotel to find him—them, I never understood what that would mean for my heart.
I’m only just discovering it’s in there somewhere.
Beating for sure, but with no emotion but hatred for the world.
For some reason it is slowly thawing and as he feeds me from his plate like a dog, I couldn’t give a fuck because he is the one doing it.
I’ll take what I can from him because it’s done with reverence.
He is my educator, and I am hungry to learn.
The wine doesn’t even taste as gruesome now. After the first few sips, I grew accustomed to it, and when he refills my glass, I stare with surprise at the fact it was empty.
His low chuckle causes me to smile. “Is something amusing you?”
“You amuse me, baby girl. You are naive, lost even, and yet there is steel in your spine that I admire.”
He pins me with a lustful spark from his eyes, and I squirm on my seat, desperate for the next lesson because Matteo is so hot I’m melting inside.
He is naked from the waist upwards, and I am desperate to learn what wonders he is hiding from me.
His physique is masculine, his muscles the result of a workout that must happen frequently.
The ink tells a story I look forward to hearing about one day, and his strong jaw is both cruel and beautiful.
Beautiful cruelty is the only way I can describe this man, and I should be terrified, but I am only intrigued.
He must be at least fifteen years my senior, yet I welcome every year of them.
He is experienced; I am not, a teacher if you like.
I am jealous of the years that he has lived without being in his life.
The women who sat here before me and commanded his attention that I am greedy for.
He is my obsession, fascination and teacher, and I am already craving the next lesson.
It’s as if he senses that and stands, my mouth dry as I swallow because from the gleam in his eye this one will be every bit as delicious as the last one.
“Come with me.”
He extends his hand and, as my fingers entwine with his, he pulls me to my feet, staring hungrily at my body as his gaze lights a fire on every nerve I possess.
We are silent as we walk down the hallway, and I’m grateful for once for the heels as I stand shoulder to shoulder with him. They give me an edge I wasn’t expecting, and when we enter a room, I blink in shock at the decadence before me.
Matteo’s domain, his bedroom if you like. It reeks of masculinity and him. His scent woven into the decadent fabrics of silk, fur and velvet.
A huge bed dominates the room, draped in dark brown fur, black silk sheets teamed with ivory scatter cushions.
The walls are a deep chestnut, illuminated by wall lighting, and a huge chandelier hangs decadently above the bed. There are mirrors everywhere, reflecting us from every angle, and the huge heavy silk drapes create a wall against the lights illuminating Vegas outside.
He points to the bed and whispers huskily, “Lie on your back.”
He drops my hand, and I shiver as I do his bidding, sliding onto the bed, worrying I will disturb the perfectly placed bedding.
I sink into decadence as I lie naked before his hungry eyes, my heels catching on the fur throw, causing me to wonder if I should have taken them off.
Matteo moves to the side of the bed and rummages in the drawer of the nightstand, and as he pulls out a silk blindfold, my heart rate spikes as his strong fingers close around my eyes .
“I am taking one of your senses to heighten the rest.” He whispers in my ear, the sound soft, seductive and almost chilling.
As my sight is impeded, the rest of my senses step up a gear, and I listen to him over the hum of the air conditioning that is blowing a soft breeze against my heated skin.
He reaches for my foot and grasps my ankle with his strong hand, pressing a soft kiss to the skin, holding it against his chest.
For some reason, I close my eyes and give in to the power of his touch, loving the ripples of delight that flood my body as he trails kisses up my leg, stopping short of my thighs.
He replaces one leg with another, and my pussy is throbbing as it wakes up from its rest and anticipates another lesson in delight.
The bed dips as he joins me, this time between my thighs, and his mouth latches on to my skin, his teeth skimming my flesh as he alternates between licking and biting a trail up to my sodden pussy.
I gasp when his mouth finds my clit, and he sucks it slowly, the delicious sensation causing me to moan.
“You taste so sweet, baby girl.”
His low groan causes me to smile as he worships me in a way I never expected.
He makes me feel as if I’m the most desirable woman in the world, not the novice I am, which means as much as the pleasure he is giving me.
He laps at me like a dog, and I should be embarrassed at how I’m spread out and pushing up with desperation for more, wanting him—needing him — to finish the job.
His tongue drags through my center and enters it, hot, heavy and demanding. His teeth bite down softly on my clit, his fingers edging inside my wet heat as he curls them against the G-spot he has a knack for finding.
The orgasm hits me from out of nowhere, and this time I scream his name into the near silence. “Oh my God, Matteo, fuck!”
He rides my orgasm with his tongue, tasting it, swallowing it, owning it—owning me.
I am weak, my legs are shaking, and I’m sweating all over his silk sheets, and yet it’s still not enough. I want him to finish the job, to plunge his hard cock inside so I get the whole of him.
But he pulls away, my body desolate at the loss, and as the bed dips again, he wastes no time in stripping the blindfold from my eyes.
“Come, the main course will be waiting.”
“I’m not hungry.” I groan my disappointment, almost petulant as I face the fact that he is the only meal I want tonight.
“You are, Taylor, because I say so.”
His voice is hard, controlling, unbreakable, but still sends a shiver of delight through my body. I crave his dominance, it seems. The way he commands me, yet worships me at the same time as if I am the most important woman in the world. Daring me to defy him; knowing I don’t have it in me.
With a sigh, I reach for his hand and once again we trip back down the hall to face the next test of endurance.