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CH 16

Author: bebeeizrael
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-25 19:38:28

**Isabella's POV**

 

"Someone hurt me, Mateo." I said.

 

He nodded like mentally taking note. Like he knew but was waiting for me to tell him. The glint in his eyes, that murderous glint that soon got masked by desire.

 

My chin throbbed where his grip had been-tight, possessive, bruising in the best way. I loved it. Loved the way he'd groaned when I took him deep, the way his hips jerked when I swallowed around him, the way he'd called me his good girl while he fucked my throat raw. My core clenched at the memory, slick and aching. I squirmed against the sheets, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the empty throb between my legs.

 

I wanted him inside me again. Wanted him to slam me down, stretch me, ruin me. Wanted to feel every thick inch splitting me open until I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but scream his name.

 

But he didn't give me that.

 

Instead he lifted me like I weighed nothing-bridal style, arms strong and steady-and carried me to the bedroom. Laid me on the bed. Slid in behind me. Wrapped one arm around my waist, the other under my head. Pulled me flush against his chest. His cock-still hard, still leaking-pressed hot and heavy against the small of my back.

 

I shivered. Tried to ignore it. Failed.

 

His fingers found my nipples through the thin pajamas. Pinched. Rolled. Tugged gently. Pleasure sparked straight to my clit. I bit my lip to stay quiet.

 

"Shhh," he murmured against the back of my neck. Lips brushing skin. Breath hot.

 

I melted. Let my body relax into his. Let the exhaustion of the last few days pull me under.

 

Sleep came fast-deep, dreamless at first. Then restless.

 

I woke to his hand sliding down my stomach. Slow. Deliberate. Fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties. Spreading my thighs. Cupping my soaked pussy. 

 

I gasped. Legs falling open instinctively.

 

"Relax, Angioletto," he whispered against my neck. Voice rough with sleep and want.

 

I did. Pushed back against him. Let him spread me wider.

 

His fingers found my clit-swollen, slick. Circled once. Twice. Then slid lower. Two thick fingers pushed inside me-slow, stretching. I moaned low. Clenched around him.

 

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, lips grazing my earlobe.

 

I answered by guiding his hand deeper. Rocking against his palm.

 

He chuckled, pleased. Added a third finger. Thrust slow. Deep. Curled them just right. Hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

 

I bit my lip harder. Tried to stay quiet.

 

He sucked a mark into my neck. Fingers pumping faster.

 

"Oh fuck-please fuck me," I begged.

 

"You know this was why I fucked you last time," he growled. Teeth grazing my earlobe. "Say it again."

 

"Fuck me, Mateo. Please."

 

He pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss.

 

I rolled over. Straddled him. Kissed him hard-messy, desperate. Ground my soaked pussy against his cock. Felt him throb beneath me.

 

I yanked my pajamas polo over my head. Tossed it aside. Breasts bare. Nipples tight. His eyes darkened. Hands gripped my hips.

 

He pulled me down. Took one nipple into his mouth-sucking hard. Tongue flicking. Teeth grazing. The other hand kneaded my breast. Pinched. Rolled.

 

I moaned . Fingers in his hair. Tugging.

 

He released my nipple with a wet pop. Flipped us so fast my head spun. Now he was on top-weight braced on his elbows, cock notched at my entrance.

 

He pushed in-one slow, relentless thrust. Stretching me. Filling me. Bottoming out until I felt him in my throat.

 

I gasped. Back arching. Nails digging into his shoulders.

 

"Look at me," he ordered.

 

I opened my eyes. Locked on his.

 

He started moving-slow at first. Deep. Letting me feel every inch drag out, then slam back in. Then faster. Harder. Hips snapping. Bed creaking.

 

Pleasure coiled tight in my belly. Building. Building.

 

"Don't let anyone else touch you," he growled. "You're mine."

 

I nodded. Couldn't speak. Could only feel. Who the heck would I let touch me like this? 

 

He slowed. Teased. Pulled almost all the way out-then slammed back in. Once. Twice.

 

I cried out.

 

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

 

He glanced over. Kept fucking me. Slow. Deep. Torturous.

 

"Who's calling?"

 

I couldn't think. Couldn't answer. He thrust harder. Once. Twice. Three times. I closed my eyes as if trying to save my body from exploding.

 

"I said yes on me. Look at me, Angioletto."

 

I did. Eyes locked on his.

 

"When I'm inside you," he rasped, "say my name. Look at me."

 

"Mateo-"

 

He groaned. Thrust faster. Deeper. Relentless.

 

I shattered-orgasm crashing through me. Walls clenching. Thighs shaking. Crying his name.

 

He followed-growling low. Burying himself deep. Pulsing inside me. Filling me.

 

Hot. Thick. Claiming. I could feel him and for some reason I wanted him to remain like that. We could sleep with his dick inside me I don't care. But I felt it leak out around him as he stayed buried. Kissed my forehead.

 

"Sleep, angelo mio," he murmured. "Close your mouth or I'll put my cock in it."

 

I gulped. Blushed hard. Buried my face in his neck.

 

He chuckled. Pulled me tighter.

 

And for the first time in days-I felt safe.

 

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