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I shake my head, trying to come to my damn senses. I need to remember that she’s a traitor and a liar. One that might have fucked Vincent. All that anger comes rushing back as I stomp out of my closet, knowing she has to be here. I have men on the ground outside, and Sal on the door. There is nowhere for her to go.
“Mona,” I bark, but stop when I spot her sitting on the floor on the other side of the bed. Her knees are pulled up to her chest. She doesn’t bother to glance my way when I call her name. “When I call you, you come,” I tell her, walking over to her. “Did you fuck him?” I tower over her. I know I’m being a complete dick, but I have to know.
Suddenly, she looks so small. A tinge of guilt slices through me. It’s unfamiliar, but that’s my little rabbit. Always making me do and feel things I don’t think I fully understand.
“Look at me,” I order again. Slowly, she raises her head. Those green eyes I’ve seen every night when I close my own meet mine. They are wet with tears. Her cheeks are pink, but not because of the sweet blush her fair Irish skin gets when she’s turned on and comes for me. It’s a punch to the gut. I made her cry. Fuck.
Why do I even care? I’m not ready to visit that. Right now, I need to focus on the reason I came up here.
“Only you have ever fucked me,” she answers. I shouldn’t believe her, but I do. It might be for my own self-preservation and everyone else's.
“And I’ll be the only one.” I pluck her up from the floor easily.
“What are you—" I kiss her. She stiffens against me at first, but when I slide my tongue across her lips, they part for me. The rest of her body melts into mine, the same way it did that first night I met her in my club. Her body recognizes who it belongs to.
“Need to taste you again.” With a tug, I tear the dress off. Mona lets out a small gasp. I should savor this, but I need her now. I toss her down on the bed.
“Cattaneo?”
“Matteo,” I correct, going for her panties next.
“But you said?—”
“I said I needed to taste you.” I spread her thighs, revealing her pink, glistening little pussy to me. She’s turned on. The thought of her wanting me as much as I do her has me losing the tiny fragment of self-control I have left. I can’t wait another fucking second; I bury my face in her. That wetness is mine. Every last drop of it.
At the first taste of her, I groan against her cunt. Fuck, I’ve missed this. I grip her thighs, wanting to hold on to her to make sure she doesn't go anywhere.
As I lick and suck every drop from her pussy, soft moans leave her. Mona comes quickly for me with my name on her lips. I relish the sound of it. I grind my dick against the mattress, needing some kind of relief, but now more than ever, I need to keep eating every inch of Mona like a ravished animal that hasn't eaten in days. But it’s been weeks for me since I've gotten to eat her, so I am starved for her.
“Matteo!” Mona cries out my name again. The sultry sound goes straight to my dick, making my balls draw up. I grunt, my own release leaving me. “It’s too much.” Her whole body jerks before going limp.
I reluctantly withdraw my mouth from her sweet cunt. Her eyes are closed, and her tears are now gone. The rosy glow of her cheeks is because of pleasure now. I slip off the bed, pulling the comforter back. Her eyes open when I move her under the blanket.
Neither of us says a word as I kick off my shoes before flipping off the light. I lie down next to her. Never in my life have I done this with a woman. I’ve actually done everything in my power to avoid it. But when it comes to my little rabbit, I find there are a lot of rules I’m willing to bend.
“Matteo.” She whispers my name.
"Don't, little rabbit.” I roll over, pulling her into me. “Sleep,” I say against her ear, burying my nose in her hair to breathe her in.
What has she done to me?
6
MONA
When I wake up, it’s to an empty bed. That's not shocking; it's been that way for the last five days. I huff a breath, my frustration getting the better of me. Why am I even annoyed? It should make me happy that the big, old sexy jerk isn’t around. The man I met that first night was so different from the one who kidnapped me.
The only time Matteo seems to be around is in the middle of the night. It’s not like he tries to even talk to me. I usually wake up to him sliding my panties down my legs to make a feast of me. No words are ever exchanged. I can still sense an anger and a coldness to him, as if he’s fighting some sort of inner battle and losing. Regardless, each night he comes to give me pleasure, never taking anything for himself.
Once he’s exhausted me with orgasms, I usually drift back to sleep. Sometimes, I wonder if it was real or if I dreamed it. I toss the covers back to see that it wasn’t a dream. My panties are gone, and there is a faint red irritation on the inside of my thighs from his afternoon shadow.
He avoids me at all other times, leaving me trapped in this room to slowly go insane. I slip from bed in no rush to start my day. There is nothing for me to do. I’m brought all of my meals. At least I have a TV. That’s about it.
Is he going to keep me locked in his bedroom forever? The feeling of loneliness is slowly drowning me. I pull back the curtains, letting the sunlight in. Behind Matteo's house, there is a stone landing leading out to a pool. Beyond it, there is a garden that bleeds into rolling hills. We must be on the edge of the city.
I give a small wave to one of the patrolmen. At least that’s what I think he’s doing. There is someone always wandering around down there and outside my door. It makes me wonder if they’ve always been on duty here or are they watching me? The man glances my way but does not return my greeting.
“Whatever.” I yank them closed and flop back on the bed, pulling the blanket over my head. I must drift back to sleep because I jerk awake at the sound of something outside the bedroom door.
