Accidental Witness (Morelli Family 1)

“If you did, I don’t think you’d be holding your erection against me right now.”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have offered you an out at all and I could hold my cock against you whenever I feel like it.”

I can’t really argue that.

Just like I can’t argue against the way my body is reacting to him. When it has every reason to be repulsed by him, the damn thing is somehow turned on instead. I want to believe in myself, in Vince, but there’s too much evidence to the contrary. Vince’s reaction to how Mateo dressed me up tonight—the first time Mateo fucks with him again, and he reacts just the way Mateo intends. He can’t stop letting him under his skin.

And a tiny part of me points out, Vince believed as much as I did that Mateo would forcibly fuck me tonight.

Would this be so much worse?

“You promise you wouldn’t tell him, and you would give us our own place away from you?”

“I do.”

“Do you have a condom?”

He smiles like the devil, about to acquire a shiny new soul. “I do.”

Swallowing once, twice, three times, I meet his gaze, still afraid he’ll screw me over…but more afraid of the alternative.

“Okay,” I say, stomach falling even as the word spills out of mouth. “I’ll do it.”

Chapter Twenty Nine

Once the words are out, I feel almost light-headed, already wondering what I’ve just done.

I only get a brief glimpse of his victory—he extinguishes the sparkle in his eyes before he scares me off. His track record at this point does nothing to recommend him, and I could very well be digging my own grave right now instead of an escape tunnel.

Wisely, he doesn’t give me any more time to think about it. Once his hands slip beneath the scant fabric of the skirt, cupping my ass and pulling me against him, all ability to think drains right out of me. Knowing all I do about him should make him unattractive, unappealing, repulsive—but somehow it only makes knowing he wants me, even if only for a game, strangely thrilling.

Mateo dips his head to the overflowing cleavage spilling out of the corset. As his lips brush the exposed skin, pleasure moves through my veins, leaving on a breathless sigh. He’s still forceful, grabbing me to pull me closer. I shouldn’t like it. I really shouldn’t like it.

Backing me up against the door, he lifts my arms above my head, a shadow of last time. My heart does a flip, but he doesn’t hold them there, instead letting his fingers skim down the undersides until he’s holding my hips again.

Fuck me, he makes things feel good.

When he’s not making things feel terrible, I remind myself.

He kisses me again, and my arms wind around his neck, tugging him closer. Excitement makes my stomach feel light, like I’m flying downhill on a rollercoaster. I guess I kind of am.

His hands roam all over me while we kiss. Caressing, digging, pulling. I’m panting when he finally pulls away, and only then to yank my panties off.

“Tell me what you want, Mia.”

I don’t know what he wants me to say, and I’m too reluctant to answer honestly. I don’t want to want any of this with him. Giving voice to it feels so wrong.

His hand moves between my legs, rubbing a finger across my opening. A shaky breath escapes me, but I won’t answer him.

“Come on,” he coaxes, slipping his finger inside of me, using my slickness to tease me. “Do you want my cock, Mia? Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you like a nasty little slut?”

Something like a squeak slips out of me, but I still won’t answer.

“Or do you want my mouth first? Do you want me to lick that pretty little pussy until you’re crying out my name?”

“Jesus, Mateo.”

He grins like the devil he is. “Mouth it is.”

I push out a breath, uncertain, but there’s nothing hesitant about this man. Planting his hands under me, he lifts me up and carries me over to a white couch along the wall. He lets me slide down his body once we get there, then he pushes down on my shoulders until I’m sitting.

Forget second thoughts, I’m on eighth and ninth thoughts, but then Mateo Morelli, all-fucking-powerful Mateo Morelli kneels on the ground between my knees, and I can’t think anymore. Shoving up the tiny skirt, he leans down and gives me the most intimate of kisses, starting slow, teasing me, enjoying every impatient breath, every shift of my hips. He picks up the pace, his tongue relentless against my clit, and in no time at all, just like he promised, I’m gasping his name as jolts of pleasure shoot through my body.

I sag against the couch, but he comes up and gives me a fiercely sexy look that states without words there will be no breaks here. I scoot as he comes down on the couch with me, hips between my legs, and kisses me.