15

 

MATEO

 

Goddamn! I’ve never been so hot for someone in my entire life. She thinks I’m going to fuck her raw because she stood up to my father? Fuck no.

I’m going to tear that pussy up because I’ve never, never seen a woman protect what’s hers as fiercely as I do.

She didn’t even bat a motherfucking eye when I threatened her. She merely stood her ground, which is more than I can say for anyone else. Just seeing her standing in all her glory, refusing me, paired with what my brother and Domino said earlier, lit me on fire.

It’s a brand of heat and flame that won’t be extinguished until I’m buried deep inside her hot pussy. I’m going to be lost to this until she’s under me, and I’m swallowing her cries of pleasure as I take her over the edge time and time again.

“Go. Upstairs,” I release in a primal voice.

I expect her to say fuck you, go to hell—I expect her to say anything than what she does. The moment the words slip past her gorgeous, plump lips, I’m done for. There’s no stopping this, no denying the pull between us.

“Make me.”

Striding toward her, my pulse flutters wildly, anticipating the thought of what’s to come. She’s going to be mine, and I’m not going to rest until I ruin her for everyone else. “With pleasure.”

Without stopping, I swoop low, in my three-piece tailored-to-fit-me suit and hoist her over my shoulders. She feels as light as a feather as her waist settles on my shoulders and her hands press flat against my lower back. Nothing is going to stop me this time. I’ll kill anyone who’s stupid enough to try.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I’m to my bedroom, shoving the door open within minutes. My hands tighten around her legs as I kick the door closed behind me, strutting over to the bed. Throwing her, a squeal flies from her parted lips as she lands on the bed with a bounce, then two, then three, before settling with her hands down on the mattress beside her.

“Fucking me over standing up to your father is disgusting. I didn’t know you had a fetish for daddies,” she says with an evil grin.

“No, I just have a fetish for slits that show no fear, stand their ground, and buck against me even when I threatened them. Forget all that other shit, because it’s asinine at the moment. What I want you to do now is strip out of those clothes. You have sixty seconds, or you’ll lose any piece of clothing you have left. I’m past caring. Past the goddamn buildup. My cock will be balls deep inside that lovely cunt of yours regardless if you’re ready or not.”

It’s an empty threat, and we both know it. I can smell her arousal from here, and it’s driving me fucking insane. This has been a long time coming, and I’m through waiting anymore. All the bullshit of the wedding, murder, and shooter doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is I’m hard as a goddamn rock, and I’m through with this back-and-forth with her.

I thought it was just me. That I imagine things when I was around her, but I don’t. I’m in a constant state of arousal when she’s near, and she only fans the flames of my desire for her when she’s a feisty little bitch.

Well, no more. She can be feisty all she wants. But she’ll be feisty choking on my cock.

“Forty-five,” I say, deliberately miscalculating, as I divest myself of my clothing.

“Forty,” I growl when she makes no move to strip.

She thinks I’m playing. I’ll rip a hole right through the leather pants and fuck her with her clothes on.

“That’s not fair!” she cries out, jumping to her knees.

“Thirty.”

I can practically hear the gears turning in her mind as she watches me undress for her. There’s fire in her eyes and a flush to her cheeks. She can pretend this doesn’t affect her all she wants, but it does. I’d bet my right nut right now that she’s wet, horny, and thinking about all the things I’m going to do to her.

“If we do this, you can’t get all clingy protective on me,” she whispers, unzipping her top. “If we do this, you have to still be the asshole or things will get weird.”

“Twenty seconds, Carina. Ticktock,” I murmur, finally sliding the last piece of offending clothing off my body—my boxers.

“Ten seconds.”

Her throat bobs as she hurries, stripping down to her thong in mere seconds flat. Her chest has a gorgeous crimson glow, rising and falling fast as her eyes firmly stay glued to my engorged shaft. Wrapping my fingers around myself, I give a few strokes, never once taking my eyes off her gorgeous frame. Her plump breasts, taut, achingly hard nipples, and curves that are begging to feel my touch.

“Lie down.”

The longer she stares at me, the more her pupils dilate as she settles into position. Budging her legs apart, my cock jerks as I spy the scrap of lace drenched in nothing but her juices, begging me to take a taste of the paradise at the apex of her thighs. Flicking my head toward the offending scrap of material, I watch, fascinated, as she grabs them at the base of her hip, ripping them off her.

She’s fully exposed to my gaze, vulnerable to my every goddamn whim, and I’m salivating at the thought of taking her over the edge with me.

Climbing onto the bed, I kneel in front of her, watching as her body quakes with my nearness. It’s hard not to show her the raging emotions blundering through me. Hard to stay completely calm when all I want is to allow the beast free of his cage.

Moving in between her thighs, I reach between us and rub the head of my cock along her slit, watching as her wetness coats the crown. It’s delicious, sinful—so fucking wrong, yet so right. Rubbing her clit, I watch silently, transfixed, as her eyes roll back in her head. She’s aching for this. So close, her body has given up all thought of decency.

It’s fucking perfect.

Leaning forward, I take her nipple into my mouth, pinching the other as my tongue rolls over and over the pebbled bud. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, gripping tightly—so tight the sensations cause my cock to release a drop of precum onto the top of her naked, slick pussy. It causes me to slide against her easier, filthy—the thought we’re grinding together with my seed on her is so damn dirty, yet … God, I can’t even describe it.

I’m on the cusp of entering her. On the cusp of putting both of us out of our misery. But the taste of her flesh is just as orgasmic as the feel of her heat pressed against the underside of my cock. I want to brand her, force her to take every goddamn inch of me.

“Mateo, just …” she gasps, rolling her hips. “Just fucking do it.”

“Do you want me, Carina?” I ask, grinding into her.

“Please,” she groans, arching her back.

“You keep twisting that sexy body around while you’re under me, I won’t be responsible for how hard I take that cunt of yours.”

“Just fucking do it,” she growls.

I’m so worked up, I’m about to rip apart at the seams. Precum is a steady drizzle, slowly sliding down the underside of me as I grind into her. Her face twists in euphoric bliss as I pass the crown of my head over her clit again, then again, and again—making her take everything I have to give her and more before the final plunge.

Lifting away from her, I watch as my cock slides against her skin. Take in her legs quivering beside me, and her stomach shuddering from the feel of my cock sliding against her little nub. Her breath hitches inside her chest as I pick up speed; moans and cries of pleasure reverberate off the walls.

Sweat peppers my back as the heat from her skin swirls with mine. It’s not until her tiny fingers wrap around my dick, squeezing, that I almost lose it all. Her hands wrapped around my engorged member is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. A tingle races up my spine, as a shudder wreaks havoc on my body. She pulls from root to tip, wringing groan after groan out of me, forcing me closer to the point of no return.

Reaching over, I grab a condom to sheath myself. Ripping the foil with my teeth as I spy her hands wandering across the flesh of her thighs, stomach, and breasts. Her mouth falls into an O as her fingers pinch those lovely little rose buds resting atop her firm tits.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I grunt, rolling the latex on.

“Now you know how I feel.”

Wrapping my hands under her legs, I pull her toward me. Every second I’m not inside her is maddening. Every touch, caress, and taste is pulling me further below the surface of rationale. My body hums with awareness, practically shaking as I line myself up with her entrance. And with one, forceful thrust, I feel the breath leave my body as I enter her all the way.

“Aah!” Carina cries out, clawing at my back. Her nails raking across my slick flesh only drive me to push faster. Closing my eyes, sparks of pain and pleasure erupt behind my lids.

“Your pussy was made for me,” I say wholeheartedly, laying her hands over my arms as I grasp her hips roughly.

Pulling out, I push in again, experiencing the same suction as before as the walls of her cunt swallow me whole. She’s so fucking perfect.

The pace I set is maddening, because with everything in me I know I can’t get enough. I’ll have to do this over and over again, and even then, I know I won’t be sated. Carina’s pussy is a drug only I get to have, and I’ll never stop—never quit taking until we have nothing more to give.

“God! You’re going too deep!” she wails, but I still can’t bring myself to slow.

“Take it,” I grunt, forcing myself in harder, deeper. “Take this cock like the dirty slut you are.”

Gritting my teeth, my hips continuously slap against hers. Every plunge feels better than the last, shooting me higher, cocooning me in another headspace entirety. It’s one where I’m drifting, losing all ties to reality as I thrust in and out of her sweet cavern.

“Fuck! Oh god, right there! Yes!” she wails as a gush of wetness coats my balls, her walls squeezing me harder—pushing me to take her harder than she’s ever been ridden before.

“That’s what I want!” I bellow, feeling my release start at the base of my spine.

Leaning forward, I cage her in with my arms as I continue to pound inside of her. Her heated breath wisps across my face, her arms around wrap around my neck as her feet do the same around my back. Gripping her hair, I smash my lips against hers, demanding entrance, which she gives willingly. Our tongues begin to duel together as I plunge in and out of her faster.

“Come for me,” I say against her lips. “Come all over this fat cock.”

My dirty words ignite her below me, my lips sealing over hers as she screams out in euphoric bliss. Watching her come undone beneath me causes my actions to become frenzied. My hands stroke everywhere, my lips touch every part of her jaw, neck, and shoulder. When my balls draw up, ready to fill her full of every ounce of me, my breath catches in my chest at the sensations barreling through me.

Just as my hips connect with hers, my teeth sink into the skin of her shoulder, muffling my groans as spurt after spurt release inside of her. My head clouds as my eyes roll into the back of my head—this climax like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

As I’m coming down from my high, I release the lock I have on her shoulder, both of our bodies shuddering against each other, reveling in the feel of finally … finally being able to enjoy each other like this.

“Fuck,” I utter, lying on top of her.

“I never knew it could be like that,” she replies, chest heaving from the exertion.

“That, kitty, is only the beginning.”

If death were to knock on my door right now, I’d gladly answer that bastards call. Carina is everything I’ve ever wanted—psychotic, bloodthirsty, calculated. There may be no use for that blasted wedding contract now, but I’m not letting her go. I’ll never let her go. She’s mine, and I refuse to give up what’s mine. And just as soon as we figure out who that bastard Marco is, I’ll make shit official. No more waiting. No more second-guessing. My brothers were right.

She’s the perfect queen to help me reign.