CH 28

The cab pulled up to a gated driveway that felt more like the entrance to a private estate than a house. 

 

Tall black iron gates, flanked by stone pillars and climbing ivy. A long, curved driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and soft ground lights that glowed amber against the evening. The mansion itself rose behind them , modern but timeless, all clean lines, dark glass, and pale stone that caught the last of the sunset. 

 

As much as I thought it was too much, it was exactly what I expected from Mateo Rossi.

 

The driver hesitated. Looking like we had gone lost from the rearview mirror.

"You sure this is the place, miss?"

 

I nodded and offered to pay buy he just stared.

"I got already. With huge tips too" he smiled.

 

Well, that was expected.

 

The gates slid open silently before I even reached them - someone was watching. I knew he was.

 

A woman in a crisp black uniform met me at the front steps. Mid-forties, kind eyes, gentle smile. 

"Miss Hartley. Mr. Rossi is expecting you. Please, come in."

 

She led me through a foyer that smelled faintly of cedar and fresh lilies. Marble floors so clean i could see may face. High ceilings. A chandelier that looked like frozen raindrops. Everything was beautiful.

 

Another staff member , younger, male, appeared with a tray. 

"Water, miss? Or something warmer?"

 

I shook my head. "I'm fine. Thank you."

 

They treated me like I belonged here. No questions. No judgment. Just calm, quiet care. It made my chest ache in a way I didn't expect.

 

I turned to look at the side and saw one just staring. His beard, eyeliner, and that flat look on his face. I have seen him before.

 

Ohhh! Mateo had asked him to come pick me up. I couldn't remember his face or why he kept giving me the subtle stink eye.

 

Footsteps echoed on the staircase. 

Mateo appeared at the top - hair damp from a shower, black T-shirt clinging to his shoulders and chest, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Barefoot. 

He looked like he had just rushed out of the gym and under hot water. 

His eyes found mine and didn't leave.

 

"Baby."

 

He took the stairs two at a time. Reached me. Stopped just close enough that I could smell soap and clean skin and that faint cedar trace that always clung to him.

 

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I was at the gym. Had to shower. I didn't want to keep you waiting."

 

I looked up at him. The way he hesitated to cup my face in his palm. It was like he was waiting for permission, or something else. 

The softness in his voice undid something inside me.

 

I stepped closer. Close enough that my breasts brushed his chest. 

Tipped my face up.

 

"Take me to your bedroom."

 

His pupils blew wide. His gaze wider and his brows remained lifted for more seconds.

He didn't speak. Just took my hand. Led me up the stairs. Down a hallway lined with abstract art and soft recessed lighting. Pushed open double doors at the end.

 

The bedroom was huge but simple; king bed with dark sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the garden, one leather armchair in the corner, a single lamp casting warm gold across the room. 

No clutter. No excess. Just like him.

 

I walked to the center of the room. 

Turned to face him.

 

Slowly. Deliberately. I reached for the hem of my sweater. Pulled it over my head. Let it drop. 

Bra next. Jeans. Panties. 

Until I stood naked in front of him.

 

"Huh..oh..my..." His breath caught. 

He didn't move. Just watched. Eyes dark. Hungry. Reverent.

 

I stepped closer. Kissed him , soft at first, then deeper. Hungrier. 

My hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, under the waistband of his sweatpants. Wrapped around him. 

He was already hard. Thick. Warm in my palm.

 

I stroked him slowly. 

Felt him throb against my fingers. Feeling his dick jerk and longing for more.

 

He groaned into my mouth. 

Broke the kiss. Looked down at me.

 

"I remember," he said, voice rough. "Please let me explain. That first night at the bar. I knew it was you the second you walked into my office. I just... didn't say anything because my life is fucked up. Complicated. I didn't want to drag you into it until I knew you would want to stay."

 

I shook my head. 

"I don't want to hear about that right now."

 

"It's not like I really wanted this to be this way. Even Lucian was a one night stand" 

 

I paused for a brief second. Safe to say I already made up my mind about everything and I just need to be fucked.

 

"Do you want to talk about history or fill me up?" I whispered.

 

He went radio silence and just stared. I kissed him again. Harder.

 

Then I sank to my knees in front of him. 

Looked up - puppy eyes, soft, pleading. One thing was certain. I want to demand when I should get used.

 

"I want you to make Ethan suffer," I whispered.

 

Mateo blinked. 

Stilled. A brief moment of confusion across his face as nodded in absentminded agreement.

 

I kept stroking him. Slow. Firm. I knew he wasn't really thinking straight and that is where I wanted him.

 

"He hurt me. Hit me. Touched me. Touched what's yours, my ass. I want him jobless. Ruined. No good company will ever hire him again. Please."

 

Mateo's jaw clenched. 

His hand came down - gentle - cupped my cheek.

 

"Consider it done," he said quietly. 

Voice like steel wrapped in velvet.

 

I smiled. Just as I wanted. No doubt I had hik wrapped around my fingers.

Lifting up my wrists toward him, I nodded at the leather belt looped through his discarded jeans on the floor.

 

"Please tie me up, Daddy."

 

His eyes darkened instantly. Pupils blown. Breath hitching.

He was getting feral.

 

He picked up the belt. 

Doubled it once. 

Stepped closer.

 

I offered my wrists again. 

He looped the leather around them - firm but not cruel. 

Knotted it securely. 

Tugged once to test.

 

"Good girl," he murmured.

 

The words hit me like a spark. I whimpered.

 

He guided me to the bed. 

Pushed me down gently - face up. 

Wrists above my head. 

Secured the belt to the headboard.

 

He stood back. 

Looked at me - spread out, naked, bound, trembling for him. I had been waiting for this moment.

 

"You're mine," he said. 

Voice low. Possessive. 

"Now I'm going to show you how much."

 

Give it your best, bad boy.

 

He stripped off his shirt. Sweatpants. 

Climbed over me. 

Kissed me slow. Deep. 

Then worked his way down; throat, collarbone, breasts. 

Took one nipple in his mouth. Sucked hard. 

Teeth grazed. 

I arched. Moaned.

 

"Huh....yessss" I breathe.

 

He moved lower. 

Spread my thighs. 

Blew a soft breath across my clit.

 

I jerked.

 

"Stay still," he ordered.

 

I tried. Gosh it wasn't possible.

 

He licked me - slow, flat tongue from entrance to clit. 

Then circled. Flicked. Sucked.

 

I cried out. 

Wrists pulling against the belt.

 

He pinned my hips down with one forearm. 

Kept going. 

Two fingers slid inside me. Curled. Pumped slow while his tongue worked my clit.

 

I was shaking. 

So close. 

"Please-"

 

He stopped.

 

I whined.

 

"Not yet."

 

He kissed his way back up. 

Settled between my thighs. 

Notched himself at my entrance.

 

"Look at me."

 

I did.

 

He pushed in - slow. Inch by delicious hard inch. 

Stretching me. Filling me. Until he bottomed out.

 

I gasped. 

Legs wrapping around him.

 

He started moving. Slow, deep rolls of his hips. 

Every thrust deliberate. 

Every withdrawal torturous.

 

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned. 

"Made for me."

 

I moaned. Wrists straining.

 

He sped up. Harder. Deeper. Just the right rhythm. 

 

I was close again. 

So close.

 

"Please-" I bit my lower lip.

 

"Come for me," he growled. 

"Now."

 

I shattered. 

Back arching. 

Walls clenching around him. 

Crying his name.

 

He followed - thrusting deep, spilling inside me with a low, guttural groan.

 

He stayed buried. Kissed me slow. Untied my wrists. 

Rubbed the marks gently. I could have sworn he muttered something but I fail to catch it fast.

 

Pulled me into his arms. 

Tucked me against his chest.

 

"I care about you so much," he whispered against my hair.

 

I froze.

 

Not 'Love'. 

Care.

 

My chest ached. I wanted more. 

Needed more.

 

But I didn't say it. I shouldn't be the one to tell a man to love me just as I love him.

 

I just curled closer. 

Let his heartbeat steady me. Let him just kissed my next and paused for a moment before he stood up.

 

He walked to side and returned with something. My eyes flickered even I saw him with a thin sill scarf. 

 

"I thought you might live this gift. Brought it almost a month ago" 

 

When I was still in New York or when I just arrived in London?

 

Before I could think about it, he grabbed both of my ankles and yanked me down. Turning me swiftly I almost cried. I knew what was coming.

 

"Shiiii" 

 

I bit my lip to restraint myself from giggling. I let him place me the way he wanted. Chest to the bed, knees pressed together and legs spread. He gently took my hands, slowly , tieing it with the silk.

 

"Please tell me when you begin to feel uncomfortable" He said.

 

I muttered a reply, adjusting to a better position and my bottom up for him to explore. 

 

His arms holding my waist firm, I took a deep breath and he drove his dick inside me. No foreplay, not waiting for me to catch up. 

 

"Tell me" he whispered.

 

Gosh! He was so concerned. I just wanted him to fuck me rough already.

 

Wiggling my butt, I smiled.

 

"Just fuck me. Daddy, Fuck me like I have been a very very bad girl" 

 

Feral. Yes.

 

I tried best not to scream. The way he pounded me. I could feel it in my stomach.

 

"Yes...fuck YES!!!"