Adriana“Girl, you fucked him.”I nearly spat my latte back into the cup. Heat shot straight up my neck as I slammed it down on the saucer, coughing so hard the woman at the next table gave me a scandalised glare.“Ruby!” I hissed, leaning forward like I could smother her voice with nothing but sheer panic. “Can you not say that so loud?”Ruby only smirked, all glossy lips and sharp cheekbones, her iced coffee straw dangling between perfectly manicured fingers. “What? I’m just stating the obvious. Look at you, your hair’s glowing, skin glowing, hell, even your soul looks like it just had an orgasm. Don’t tell me Matteo isn’t putting in work.”My stomach knotted, and I buried my face in my hands, groaning. “You are impossible.”“And you missed me,” she fired back instantly, that mischievous grin widening as she leaned across the table.Ruby’s grin lingered, but her eyes softened, her straw stirring the melting ice in slow circles. “You know… You look different, Adri. Not just the glow
AdrianaI thought I couldn’t take any more when Matteo pulled out of me, leaving me shaking and wet. My body was still throbbing, my thighs sticky with my juices, and my heart racing like I’d run miles. I thought he would finally let me rest.But instead, his hands grabbed my hips and yanked me toward the edge of the bed. My stomach dropped.“Up,” he ordered, his voice sharp, leaving no room to argue.I scrambled, weak and clumsy, until I was on my knees. My back arched instinctively, and my ass was in the air because I already knew what he wanted. I felt his palm crack against me, the sting hot and immediate. I gasped, biting my lip, but the burn only made me wetter.He didn’t give me time to recover. His hands spread me wide, exposing everything. I tried to squeeze my legs together to hide, but his grip was iron.“Matteo,” I whispered, breathless, “what are you—”Then I felt it. His mouth. Not where I expected it. Hot and wet against the tight rim.My body jolted like I’d been sh
Matteo“Do you want me to fuck you, Adriana?” I asked, my voice low and rough as I raised her legs high. I pressed my lips to her ankle first, kissing slow, then worked my way down, massaging her calf as I went. Her skin was warm, soft, trembling under my touch. When I reached her delicate toes, I spread them slightly and kissed each one, my tongue tracing the arch of her foot until she shivered.She nodded quickly, desperate, but that wasn’t enough. Not for me. “I want an answer Princess,” I told her, holding her gaze. “A real one. Your consent means everything to me.”Her eyes flicked to mine, wide and glassy, her lips quivering. I massaged her legs again, my palms sliding up the length of her thighs, feeling the goosebumps prick her skin. Then I took her toe into my mouth, sucking gently, teasing with my tongue until she let out the sweetest little whimper.“Matteo, please,” she cried, her eyes rolling back, her back arching beautifully off the bed.“Say you need me, Adriana,”
AdrianaI blushed hard, my stomach tightening like a knot at his command.His voice was rough, dangerous, and it made me ache in places I didn’t know I could. My hands fumbled for the headboard, nails scraping against the wood, and with a shaky breath, I sank deeper onto his face.The sound he made was low, guttural, a growl that vibrated straight into my core, and it nearly undid me. I lifted myself only to sink back down again, experimenting, testing, riding the pressure of his mouth like I’d been doing it all my life. Every movement smeared my wetness across his lips and beard, every desperate roll of my hips dragging another filthy groan out of him.His grip on my thighs tightened, strong fingers biting into my flesh, holding me open as if he hadn't spread me enough. “That’s it,” he muttered into me, voice muffled by the slick heat of my pussy. “Use me, baby. Rub that sweet cunt all over me.” His words only made me grind harder, shameless, chasing the friction that had my head
AdrianaThe elevator ride felt endless, every second stretched tight with the weight of his stare.Matteo hadn’t said a word, hadn’t needed to. His eyes pinned me harder than any hand could, the sharp blue of them roaming over me like he already owned every inch. My chest rose too fast, breath catching, and the closer his fingers circled up my thigh, the hotter my skin burned. The lace beneath my skirt was ruined, soaked through, and he hadn’t even really touched me yet.By the time the doors slid open to the penthouse, I could barely walk. My legs shook so badly that I leaned into him, his arm clamped firm around my waist. The guards outside didn’t dare look at me, though I could feel their awareness, the silent recognition of how undone I was.Inside, the moment the door shut, there was no pause, no reprieve. Matteo spun me, pressing me hard against the wood, the impact jolting through me. His mouth crashed onto mine, all teeth and fire, stealing my breath, my protest, my sanity.
MatteoTwo weeks laterTwo weeks. That’s how long it had taken for my body to knit itself back together, for the bruises to fade, the stitches to come out, the fire in my chest to stop feeling like ash.Two weeks since I’d been pulled out of that twisted wreck, half-dead, and told I might not walk again. Now I was standing on both feet, breathing air that didn’t taste like blood. It was unbelievable but not impossible.But before I went back to reclaim my place, I needed to see her.The warehouse Lorenzo had chosen for her training sat on the edge of the city, tucked behind abandoned shipping yards. From the outside, it was nothing but rust and concrete, forgotten by everyone who didn’t know what it was being used for. Inside, though, the place carried the pulse of sweat, effort, and violence.I slipped in quietly, keeping to the shadows along the wall. She didn’t know I was there, and I wanted it like that for a moment.Adriana stood in the centre of the mats, fists taped, hair damp