Page 26 of Tempting Tessa

I want to deny it, to tell him to go to hell, but my body’s betraying me. My hips rock against his hand involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more friction.

“Someone could see,” I manage to choke out, even as I spread my legs wider to give him better access.

“Let them,” he snarls, pumping his fingers faster, deeper. “Let them all see who you really belong to.”

I whimper, pressing my back harder against the wall as his fingers fuck me relentlessly. My pussy makes obscene wet noises around his invasion, and I’m mortified at how fucking ready I am for him.

“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for. More? For him to stop? My mind is cloudy with lust.

“Please what?” he demands, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Use your words, Contessa.”

“More,” I admit, the word torn from my throat. “I need more.”

His eyes gleam with triumph. “More of what? My fingers? My mouth? Or do you need my cock stretching this greedy little pussy?”

Just the word cock on his lips sends a fresh gush of wetness around his fingers. I’m so fucking gone that I don’t care we’re in a hallway at a charity event where someone might walk by any minute.

“Your cock,” I whisper, then louder when he slows his fingers. “I need your fucking cock inside me.”

Matteo’s smile is pure sin. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you, Contessa?” His fingers withdraw slightly, teasing my entrance. “Force my big dick into your body and drag it along every inch of your walls, my balls slapping against your ass as I bite and suck on your nipples?”

Jesus fucking Christ. My clit throbs at his filthy words.

“Yes,” I moan, beyond caring who might hear us.

He pulls his fingers out of me and I whimper at the loss, my pussy clenching around nothing. His eyes lock with mine as he brings those two fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his tongue swirling around the digits like he’s savoring the most expensive liquor in the world.

Before I can process what’s happening, he’s pulling me off the wall, his hand firm on my lower back as he guides me down the hallway.

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to steady my wobbly legs.

“Home,” he says simply, his pace brisk as we move through a side exit, avoiding the main ballroom. “My driver’s waiting.”

Oh, fuck, I didn’t think this through. I thought we’d just fuck in the hallway or in a dark room. I didn’t think he’d fucking take me home with him.

Chapter 9

Matteo

I’ve got a hard-on that could drill through concrete and a woman who’s been driving me fucking insane all night. The car purrs up the gravel driveway of my estate, headlights sweeping across the stone facade as we pull to a stop. Tessa sits beside me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her thighs pressed together as if she’s trying to contain the wetness I know is there.

“We’re here,” I say unnecessarily, my voice rough with need.

I exit first, circling around to open Tessa’s door. Her purple hair catches the moonlight as she steps out, her black dress hugging every curve of her lush body. I place my hand on the small of her back, feeling her heat through the thin fabric.

“You’re shaking,” I observe, guiding her toward the front entrance.

“I’m not,” she lies, chin lifting in a defiant way that makes me want to bend her over the nearest surface.

I don’t bother arguing. I can feel the tremor in her body, smell her arousal. She’s been wet since I fingered her in that hallway, and we both know it.

The massive oak doors swing open as we approach. My security system recognizes me, and the house lights come on automatically, illuminating the marble foyer. Tessa hesitates at the threshold, like she’s just now realizing what she’s agreed to.

“Second thoughts, stellina?” I murmur against her ear.

She swallows hard. “Just wondering if I’ve lost my mind.”

“You haven’t.” I press my palm more firmly against her back, urging her inside. “You’ve just finally admitted what we both know.”