SEVEN

MATTEO

Alessandro's lips crashed hard and swift onto mine before I could give a response.

I didn't even have the time to process any of the words he had just spoken at all.

The kiss was hard and demanding, stealing every single breath from my lungs.

I moaned softly when his hands gently came up to cup the back of my neck.

His hand held me in place as his lips moved against mine with brutal purpose.

Everything was so familiar.

How I felt.

What he made me feel

It was exactly like that night at the bar.

Consuming.

Overwhelming.

Impossible to resist.

His mouth plundered mine, his tongue dancing possessively inside of me.

My eyes fell closed as I allowed myself to feel everything he was doing to me.

Our tongues collided and tangled, spittle mixing hotly in our mouth.

"Oh... god," I moaned.

Desire burned vehemently and rather dangerously beneath my skin.

Suddenly, he stopped.

My eyes flew open, just in time to see him lean back to take a look at me.

His brows lifted.

"Not him, Matteo," he scolded me, his hands now moving around my neck.

Carefully.

His touch burned my skin.

"Pretty boy, you should speak only my name from your mouth—Alessandro."

"When I touch you,"he continued.

His piercing eyes were fixed on me.

"You are not allowed to give the credit meant for me to someone else."

I swallowed.

"It is I who touch you, make you feel, make you moan. Those sounds belong to me."

His lips curved slightly at the corner.

"It is I who own you, every inch of this wonderful body now mine."

My cock twitched.

"It is I who will fuck you, and bring you to completion. And you will want this, beg for it even, without an iota of shame."

My face flushed.

His wandering hands had travelled from my nape, across my collarbone, to my shirt.

His fingers found and began to undo each button of my shirt as he spoke.

I grabbed his wrist in a bid to stop him.

But my body had other ideas.

"This body is mine," he proclaimed. "I will mark every inch of your sanctuary till the only thing you can recall is my name."

I arched into his touch instead.

My body betrayed every thought in my head that said I should have fought this.

I was supposed to keep away.

At least until I could fully understand why he had done this, with my father.

But here I was doing otherwise.

He had undone all the buttons now, worked them open with practiced ease.

His fingers began trailing over the skin of my chest, lightly, teasing me.

I bit back a moan.

He leaned in until his lips were slightly brushing against my pinna.

I inhaled that intoxicating redolence that was still capable of driving me wild.

With want.

With need.

"Pretty boy,' I murmured.

His voice was low and rough.

"We have met again, and this time, you are not leaving me until I have fucked every thought of running right out of you."

His teeth tenderly gripped the edge of my pinna, sinking softly into the flesh.

Sensations—hot, rough and uncontrollable—instantly burned through me like horses on a wendy.

"You belong to me now Matteo—body, spirit and soul, every fucking thing.'"

He leaned back to kiss me.

"Alessandro" I moaned his name, his lips lingering over mine, moving slightly.

Blood rushed downwards, straight into my stomach, engorging my cock.

I was completely breathless when he finally broke the kiss, to kiss other places.

His lips trailed down my jaw, making a wet yet hot trail from there to my neck.

My head arched to the side, a gesture to give him more room to access me.

He sucked hard at the soft sensitive skin, hard enough to leave love marks.

My pulse was racing, heart pounding hard with anticipation against my ribs cage.

Heat rushed through every single corner of my body until I was oversaturated.

His mouth was soon moving lower, across my collarbone, and down my chest.

"You thought you could run from me, pretty boy?" he murmured against my skin.

I shivered.

His breath grew ragged.

So did mine.

"I will make sure you won't run again."

I wanted to argue.

I wanted to tell him he was wrong.

But then his hand slid lower, going past my belt and boxers, diving into my pants.

My entire body went rigid.

"The driver," I gasped.

My eyes darted to the black partition screen separating us from the front seat.

Alessandro looked up.

"He can't see."

I knew that.

But it wasn't what I was worried about.

"He had ears," I told him. "The partition doesn't block his ability to hear."

He chuckled softly.

"Let him hear."

Heat flooded my face.

Alessandro's hand was freeing my dick from its constraints before I could speak.

"You are hard, for me," he pointed out as his fingers wrapped around my length.

His grip was firm.

My cock jerked in his palm.

Precum leaked from the hole.

He reached down to suck it away, twirling his tongue around my head expertly.

I bit my tongue to keep back a moan.

His eyes darted to my face.

"Don't do that," he cautioned. "Let him hear you and know that you are mine."

His voice was rough with desire.

Shame mixed with the pleasure I felt the instant he began to stroke slowly.

A sound escaped my throat before I could stop it when he squeezed gently.

My brain nearly glitched.

An overwhelming kind of pleasure built in me with each stroke of his hand.

I bit down on my lip, trying to stay quiet.

But it was useless.

He made it useless, his hands moving fast

Every nerve in my body was on fire.

And suddenly the car was too small and too hot to house the both of us.

The air was too thick to breathe.

Saturated with need.

His thumb swept across the tip.

I jerked.

"Oh fawwwk," I cried out as my hips moved involuntarily to meet his hand.

"That's it, pretty boy" he leaned in to whisper to me. "Be very loud."

The instruction was specific.

Alessandro's free hand gripped my hip, holding me still as he continued.

He was skilled.

Relentless.

His hands moved like he knew exactly what would cause me to unravel there.

"You like this, don't you, pretty boy?" He asked, reaching for one of my tiny yet erect nipples with his free hand.

He pinched it between his fingers and I gasped, my breath quickening.

"Alessan—"

The words died in my mouth when he took the bead of flesh between his teeth.

I had a sharp intake of breath.

"Mmmghhh," an uncontrollable moan tore out of my mouth as my head fell back.

His teeth pressed down, a little hard, sucking on it with a sharp intensity.

He was smiling when his mouth lifted, his eyes focused while his hands were still moving, stroking my cock below.

His free hand rubbed my nipples in slow teasing circles that made me giddy.

"Fawwwk," I groaned.

I was so close.

"You can't come yet pretty boy," he told me in an authoritative voice.

I almost didn't hear him.

Delight was engulfing me faster than even lightning, clouding my five senses.

"You have to beg me," he continued as his stroking grip became tighter.

He leaned in closer in order to make a giant hickey on the collar bone.

"You have to plead with me to let you cum, to allow you the pleasure of a climax."

My eyes widened.

"Don't you dare come without my permission darling," he warned.

His dark eyes shone with desire.

"If you do, I'll punish you in ways that you may or may never come to regret."

The words echoed in my ears.

Before I could process what was happening right there, he was lowering his head.

To my cock.

"Fuck... Alessandro," I ground out as he flicked his tongue over the head, licking away the precum leaking out of it.

He didn't let me recover, his tongue sliding down from my slit to the base.

My eyes fell closed.

My body began to tremble, overwhelmed with emotions I could barely handle.

I understood then what he was saying.

He was totally in control now.

Every slide of his tongue over my slit, or the tightening of his grip at my base, the soft squeezing of my balls—it was all him.

He held my climax in his palms.

If I didn't beg, I wouldn't get it.