บททั้งหมดของ BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

ARIELLE’S POVMatteo pulled away from me slowly, his breathing as ragged as mine. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust. For a second I thought he would ignore the phone and keep going, pin me harder against the glass and finally give in.But he didn’t.He stepped back, jaw clenched tight, and fished the phone out of his pocket. Without a word to me, he turned and walked out onto the wide terrace, sliding the glass door shut behind him.I stood there against the window, legs shaky, body burning. My lips felt swollen. My skin tingled where his hands had gripped me. Heat pulsed low between my thighs, demanding more. I hated how much I wanted him right now. Hated how easily he could set me on fire and then walk away.Infuriated, I pressed my thighs together and crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. I wouldn’t chase him. I wouldn’t beg. I held my peace even though every nerve in my body screamed for his touch.Through the glass, I watched him pace on the terrace as he answe

ARIELLE’S POVI couldn’t stay in the bedroom any longer after what happened the previous night. My face still burned with shame, and the ache between my legs had only just started to fade, leaving behind a sticky reminder of how badly my body had betrayed me. How I would have shamelessly given myself to him if he had even made a move on me again. I needed to do something useful.Matteo left without sitting with me for breakfast, so I decided to give myself a proper tour of the penthouse while he was away. It was massive, sleek, modern, and clearly designed for a man who valued control and privacy. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, but I wasn’t here for the scenery. I was looking for secrets. Anything that could give me the upper hand.Information about the gold theft. Connections to the Russians. Dirt on Giselle or Celeste. Even something small about Matteo himself, . a weakness I could exploit. I needed leverage. Something lucrative. Something that

THIRD PERSON'S POV The cold water continued to pour over Matteo and Arielle in the shower, turning the small bathroom into a steamy, chaotic cocoon. Arielle’s plea hung in the air between them. “Let me go… please” her voice trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and something far more dangerous. Matteo’s body remained pressed against hers, his hands caging her to the tiled wall, his mouth hovering just above her swollen lips. The soaked white shirt clung to her curves like a second skin, and the raw tension between them felt hotter than the freezing spray.He didn’t move. His dark eyes bored into hers, breathing ragged, as if he was fighting the same war she was, the line between hatred and hunger fading with every second.Before either of them could break or give in, a sharp, insistent buzzing cut through the sound of the running water.Matteo’s jaw clenched. His private phone, the one reserved only for emergencies was vibrating on the marble counter outside the bathroom. He ignore

ARIELLE’S POVMatteo’s mouth claimed mine again before I could answer his challenge. The kiss was deep, possessive, and stole every protest I had left. My body betrayed me instantly, melting into him even as anger spread in my chest.He lowered me onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The gunshot wound on his side didn’t seem to slow him down at all. His hands were everywhere sliding under the hem of his shirt I was wearing, pushing the fabric up until cool air kissed my bare skin.“Matteo…” I whispered against his lips, half warning, half plea.He pulled back just enough to look down at me, dark eyes burning. “Still talking back, Kitten? Even now?” His fingers traced slow circles over my stomach, moving higher until they brushed the underside of my breasts. “You came in here yelling at me, and yet here you are… legs already parting for me.”Heat flooded my cheeks. I was angry, furious, but my body didn’t care. My thighs had fallen open the moment he settled betw

THIRD PERSON'S POV The study door clicked shut behind Xavier and Frederico, leaving Matteo and Arielle alone in heavy silence. Matteo kept his hands tucked deep in his pockets, shoulders tense, his expression carefully guarded. What did Arielle want? Why was she in his office? He wandered. The gunshot wound on his side throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his chest. He watched her closely, wondering how this conversation was about to explode.Arielle stood near the desk, her hair tousled from the night before. “So… where were we?” she repeated, voice steady despite the slight tremble beneath it.Matteo didn’t move. He simply waited, listening.Arielle took a deep breath, then spoke. “You slept with me last night, Matteo. You took my virginity after we argued like we always do, and then you just… walked away. You left me there in your bed like I was nothing. Like what happened between us meant nothing. I know you don’t do soft or gentle things, but I didn’