Page 20 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)

Chapter Twenty

Matteo

T aylor is the most delightful project I have ever undertaken. She is responsive, willing and desperate for my attention. I am enjoying a pleasant evening in her company, and I’m surprised at that.

This time as she takes her chair, she doesn’t question the state of the seat, and I smile to myself, hoping she drips a stain on the fabric for everyone to see how much she desires me.

In fact, I may tattoo her skin with the words, Matteo’s property because she is, and I am possessive over my things.

Taylor is mine, and I want the world to know that, and as I build her into my queen, she will walk tall beside me.

I’ll deal with my brother’s fascination with her another time. Tonight is all about us, our beginning, which must be memorable.

The starter has been cleared away, and two domes are waiting. As I lift mine, she does the same and stares at the meal with surprise as I explain, “Lobster Thermidor.”

She raises her eyes and says with reluctance, “It looks so–” I note the disappointment as she whispers, “Scary.”

The fact that the lobster is intact is a problem she must learn to deal with, and I say firmly, “I’ll instruct you.

Do as I do. First, twist the tail from the body and the claws.

Then, crack open the tail shell and pull the meat out, and use the lobster cracker or your hands to break open the claws and knuckles to retrieve the meat.

Remove the legs, and suck or squeeze out the small pieces of meat inside. ”

“Do I have to?” She is staring at the meal as if it’s about to devour her, and I disguise my smile.

“You killed two men using those same hands. The lobster is already dead, so make its death count for something.”

She nods and with a sigh lifts the lobster cracker, and a flash of determination lights her expression as she follows my lead.

When she finally gets to sample the flesh, her smile of pleasure makes it all worthwhile, and she says happily, “Wow, I never expected it to taste so good.”

“Sometimes the things you work hardest for are the sweetest.”

She nods and concentrates on her task, which allows me to watch her with a mounting hunger, and it’s not for the food.

The main course is here, and I intend on carrying that through to the bedroom.

As she is devouring the lobster, I will plunder her virginity.

Crack it open, tear it from inside her and devour it whole.

It will be mine to own, to conquer and to savor.

Taylor murdered her way into my life, and only death will take her from me now.

We eat in silence, and I use the time to focus all of my attention on her. Nothing else exists right now. Definitely not my empire, my family, or my business.

Only her. The woman I never expected to find. The one I am now obsessed with and the one who will occupy my bed until I am done.

The meal ends quickly, and I waste no time.

“Come.”

Her eyes flash with excitement as she slips her soft hand in mine and follows me from the room.

Ever practical, I get down to business.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Fuck!” Her low gasp almost lights a smile on my face, but I remain impassive. I’m in business mode right now.

“I am.”

She sounds nervous, and she should be. There is a reason I kept my pants on tonight.

She would be horrified at the thought of what will soon invade her body.

I know I’m well-endowed. Many women have struggled to accommodate my cock as it rips through their resistance.

As a virgin, she will be more vulnerable, and yet it’s a necessary evil because she owns it now.

“Why are you on the pill?”

I hate the fact she anticipated sex by taking it, and she says slightly angrily, “Because I suffer excruciating periods if you must know. It helps.”

“This will help.”

“What will?”

“Sex, penetration if you like. It will stretch you, and the cramps will disappear.”

“Do we have to talk about my period right now, Matteo?”

She groans, and I chuckle inside.

“We will talk about whatever the fuck I like. I own your body, your mind and your future, Taylor, because we had a deal.”

She stills, and the fierce glare she throws at me only increases my desire as she snaps, “I told you I’m here willingly and not because you are holding me prisoner.

Don’t make me change my mind on that, Matteo, because I’m not the kind of woman to roll over and spread my legs just because you want me to. ”

My cock is dancing for joy right now, and I nod, my expression guarded.

“Taylor, I told you I would teach you; be a grateful pupil. This is in your best interest to play the game because I’m guessing you don’t realize yet that the deck is firmly stacked in your favor.”

“Is it?” She shrugs. “Then why make me out to be beholden to you? To be grateful for your attention and not to question.”

“Because learning sometimes requires a listening skill more than words. The most intelligent people I know, hardly speak at all. Words are irrelevant; knowledge is more powerful, and I have played this game before; you have not. That means I am the master of this particular one, and you would be wise to follow my lead. You don’t learn anything by listening to your own voice. ”

She falls silent as we reach the room, and as I hold the door open for her, I admire her sexy ass that sways from side to side on the heels that she has yet to discard.

I almost came in my pants as she turns and smiles hesitantly, the subdued lighting casting a halo around her.

My dark angel. Fuck, how did I get so lucky?

“What happens now?”

She is nervous; it’s obvious as she bites down on her lower lip, and I soften my voice.

“I’m going to instruct you, and it’s for a reason.”

“What?”

I point to the floor.

“Kneel.”

She doesn’t hesitate and drops to her knees, and I stand before her and say firmly, “Pull down my pants.”

She obeys, and the widening of her eyes as my cock reveals itself is almost comical, and her lower lip trembles as she whispers, “I can’t deal with that.”

“Take it in your hand.” I command, and she swallows nervously before doing as I say, and as her light fingers wrap around my cock, it’s like a stallion buckling under a novice rider.

“Feel it, kiss it, get used to it.”

I grit my teeth as she presses a soft kiss to the stretched skin, her tongue flicking out as she drags it around the crown, licking the pre-cum like a pro, sounds of contentment rumbling from deep inside her.

“Now take it in your mouth, get used to how it fills you, stretching your cheeks, moving inside you.”

She nods, her mouth sliding over it, stopping halfway as it touches the back of her throat. She groans and pulls out, her eyes clouded with disappointment.

“It’s too big; it won’t fit.”

“It will fit, baby girl. You just have to be brave.”

With determination, she slides it in again, adjusting it so she almost swallows it whole, and I’m impressed that she doesn’t gag as I touch the back of her throat.

She pulls away, then goes in deeper, concentrating on accommodating my length, the girth filling her mouth from the floor to the roof.

Her drool aids it inside and runs down the side, and observing her approach the task with concentration is a difficult thing to watch.

It’s turning me on way too much, and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut.

I have been known to choke women before.

Ramming my cock down their throats for my carnal pleasure.

Their tears mingling with their saliva as I punish them for being so cheap.

Whores if you like. I am cruel, unforgiving and a monster.

But not with her. Never with her. This lesson is all about making it better—for her.

When I enter her, it will hurt like fuck, and I need her to understand it’s a fleeting pain.

That it will get better and her body will overcome the invasion, the rewards sweeter for it.

This is more about her than me, and yet the pleasure she is giving me is so intense it’s almost over before it’s begun .

As she squeezes my cock with her tongue, I try to empty my mind of any pleasure and concentrate on her lesson instead.

Once she has achieved a rhythm and is swallowing my cock like a pro, I pull back and hiss, “Enough.”

“Did I do it wrong?” Her anxiety reaches out to me, and I smile.

“No, but if I’m going to honor my promise to you, I must change the location.”

I reach down and pull her to her feet, and as she falls against my chest, her tits graze my skin, and she gazes up into my eyes and surprises me by planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I groan as I slide my fingers through her hair and deepen the kiss, our tongues twisting, turning and devouring. Passion ignited, senses blurred. This is the moment; this is when she becomes mine.

I back her up to the bed and lower her down gently, kissing her with a fierce passion that surprises me. I kick her legs apart as I settle between them, my cock hard, ready and eager, her skin flushed and dripping with anticipation.

I stare into her eyes and say huskily, “You are a virgin and therefore clean. By your own admission, you are on birth control. I have never been inside a woman bareback before, so tonight will be a first for both of us.”

Her smile catches me off guard. “I give you my permission, Matteo.”

For some reason, her words tug at my heartstrings. She is young, defenseless and soft, and yet she retains her superiority over me that has me worshipping at her feet.

Permission. Nobody has ever said that to me before because I never ask. I take, and yet she is different. She holds herself apart from other women and demands respect, even when she is down on her luck with nothing.

I press the tip of my cock against her drenched pussy, and her eyes widen as I say nothing and edge inside, slowly and carefully, allowing her body to stretch to accommodate me.

Pain lights her eyes as she accepts me with no complaint, scraping her walls, approaching the final resistance she has intact.

She says nothing, but her eyes cloud with pain as she bites down hard on her lower lip, tears edging from the corner of her eyes as she struggles to take me in.

It breaks my heart and yet swells it full of admiration and with one hard final thrust, I break through her resistance as she screams in agony for the entire building to hear.