Page 43 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Up and down, I rode him, my body undulating with a sensual grace that felt as natural as breathing.
I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, the way his eyes darkened with every sinuous movement of my body.
I grinned down at him, my own eyes alight with the sheer joy of the moment, the delight of watching this powerful man laid bare beneath me, reduced to a vessel for my pleasure.
The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, locked in this intimate dance of bodies and souls.
The warmth of the garden wrapped around us like a lover’s embrace, the scent of blooming flowers mingling with the heady musk of our sex.
It was intoxicating, a feast for the senses that heightened every touch, every gasp, every moan that tore from my throat.
Matt’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guided my movements, urging me on with a feral intensity that spurred me to new heights.
I rode him harder, faster, my body a vessel of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
The slap of our flesh, the slick sound of our coupling, created a melody of desire that pulled us both irresistibly closer to the edge.
As I continued to ride Matt’s magnificent beast, I could feel the coiling tension in my core, the gathering storm of an impending climax.
I looked down at Matt, his stormy eyes locked on mine, and I knew he was close too.
His breathing had become ragged, his grip on my hips tightened even more, and a fine sheen of sweat glistened on his golden skin.
I was teetering on the brink, the exquisite pressure building inside me threatening to shatter my world into a million shimmering pieces. Every thrust from Matt was a stroke of genius, a masterful caress that stoked the inferno raging within my core.
“Matt, I’m—I’m close,” I gasped, my voice a raw, ragged plea for release.
His response was a low growl of approval, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that took my breath away. “Come for me, pet,” he commanded, his voice a deep, melodic rumble that seemed to resonate with the very marrow of my bones.
And then it happened. The world exploded in a brilliant supernova of pleasure, my body convulsing as I came undone. My release spilled forth in hot, pulsing waves, painting Matt’s chiseled abs with the evidence of my ecstasy.
Matt followed close behind, his own climax tearing through him like a force of nature. I felt the hot, wet rush of his seed filling me, the sensation so intense that it bordered on painful pleasure. His body shuddered against mine, his muscles rigid as he rode out the aftershocks of his release.
Spent and finally coming down from our shared high, I collapsed on top of him, my body slick with sweat and satisfaction. Matt’s arms came around me, strong and secure, and he planted a tender kiss on my forehead.
“The prince certainly knows how to ride his stallion,” he murmured, his voice laced with a warmth that made my heart flutter.
Too tired to summon a witty retort, I simply chuckled, the sound muffled against the damp skin of his chest. We lay there in a tangle of limbs, the world around us fading into insignificance.
In Matt’s arms, I felt a sense of safety and security that was entirely foreign to me.
Growing up, it had always been Mia and me against the world, a sister and brother united by adversity and the harsh realities of life.
But with Matt, things were different. He’d swooped in like a guardian angel when I’d needed him most.
Matt shifted beneath me, and with a gentleness that belied his size, he laid me back against the plush cushions of the sofa. I shot him an irritated look, not ready to relinquish the warmth of his embrace just yet.
“Patience, Your Highness,” he teased, seeing right through my pout. “Your servant will attend to you shortly.”
He poured us each a drink, the amber liquid swirling enticingly in the crystal glasses. I accepted mine gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat as I drank deeply. The alcohol lent me a pleasant buzz, a welcome complement to the lingering euphoria of our lovemaking.
But as always, my impish nature got the better of me.
With a wicked gleam in my eye, I feigned a shiver.
“It’s so hot in here,” I announced, my voice dripping with faux innocence.
Before Matt could react, I tipped the remains of my drink over my chest, the cold liquid cascading down my body in rivulets.
“Oops, how clumsy of this prince,” I said with a mischievous grin.
Matt threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and full-bodied.
After taking a long sip from his own glass, he mirrored my actions, drenching me with the rest of his drink.
“It appears the prince desires to cool down,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Luckily, your servant is more than happy to oblige.”
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap at the moisture on my skin.
His lips closed around one of my hardened nipples, teasing and toying with it as his hand wrapped around my growing erection.
I arched into his touch, my head tilted back in abandon as I gave myself over to the pleasure coursing through my veins.
My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to me as he worshipped my body with his mouth and hands.
“Matt…” I moaned, my voice a desperate whisper as he coaxed my body toward another mind-blowing release. “Don’t stop… please, don’t ever stop.”
“Never,” he replied roughly.
A gust of wind rustled through the cemetery, tugging at my coat and sending a shiver down my spine. The graveyard was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the priest’s solemn words and the distant cry of a lone crow.
I stood there, feet planted in the soft earth of the graveyard, eyes fixed on the polished wood of Sean’s casket. It was a strange quartet we made—Matt, Fin, Ethan, and me—gathered around the gaping maw that would soon cradle Sean’s earthly remains.
There was an irony in the emptiness of the place, no wailing relatives or weeping friends, just us four and the silent dead.
I heard through the grapevine that Sean had driven his family to distraction, and it seemed they were all too pleased to have this final madness behind them. No love lost there, then.
“May he find peace,” the priest intoned, his eyes briefly meeting mine before moving on.
The casket began its slow descent into the earth, and I felt an unexpected lump in my throat.
Sean was gone—really gone—and it hit me like a punch to the gut.
Despite all his flaws and our many fights, he had been my friend.
A part of me felt relief—relief that Sean was beyond the reach of his demons now.
The dirt hitting the lid sounded like a perverse applause, congratulating him on his escape.
As the casket finally touched the bottom, I let out a sigh. Sean was in a better place now—any place would be better than the mess he’d made of his life here.
Once the service concluded, I turned to Matt. “Thanks for doing this,” I said quietly, feeling the weight of gratitude mixed with sorrow.
Matt’s response was simple but powerful—a kiss on my forehead that spoke volumes more than words ever could.
“That service was one hell of a downer,” Fin said, breaking the heavy silence with his usual bluntness. “Sucks that none of his family showed up.”
Ethan cast a sidelong glance at Fin, his eyes reflecting wisdom beyond his years. “Having blood relatives doesn’t always mean you have family,” he said softly.
Fin chuckled wryly at that, wrapping an arm around Ethan’s shoulders. “Well, if I ever have a big family, I’ll make damn sure we all get along.” He flashed a grin in my direction. “Lucky for me I’ve got you two.”
Ethan’s smile was gentle as he returned Fin’s embrace. “I’m glad too,” he said simply.
Matt’s embrace was a fortress, his arms wrapped around me as we walked back to the sleek row of cars, where his men waited with the patience of gargoyles.
Among them stood Bruno. Beside him, another colossus loomed—Tyrone, black as midnight and just as silent.
A fresh recruit to my personal guard detail, courtesy of Matt’s overprotective instincts.
Tyrone stepped forward, his movements deliberate, opening the car door with the reverence of a priest before an altar.
Though I knew I earned this extra bodyguard due to my stupid escapade that was the drug deal gone wrong, I still arched an eyebrow at Matt.
“Really? Two of them now? What am I, the president?”
Matt’s only reply was a half smile that didn’t quite reach his stormy eyes. He ushered me into the car with a gentle nudge.
“Hey, Andy!” Fin’s voice cut through the air like a firecracker. “See you tonight at Tory’s shindig!”
I turned to see Fin practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, excitement lighting up his eyes. Ethan stood beside him, that eagerness echoed in his gaze—a more restrained flame but burning just as bright.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I called back, chuckling at their boyish enthusiasm. “It’s not every day you get to rub elbows with billionaires and devour food that costs more than our rent.”
Fin threw his head back and laughed. “You got that right! Plus, we gotta see if Tory’s sushi lives up to the hype.”
Ethan nudged him playfully. “It’s not just about the food, Fin.”
“Sure,” I said with a grin. “And I’m only going for the stimulating conversation.”
With a final wave, I slid into the car beside Matt. Tyrone closed the door with a soft thud that seemed to seal us away from the rest of the world.
As we pulled away from the curb, I watched through the tinted window as Ethan and Fin clambered into their rust bucket of a car—a stark contrast to our sleek ride. Their presence at Sean’s funeral meant more than they knew; their support was like a lifeline in choppy seas.