Page 201 of Vicious Intentions
Matteo tilts my chin upward, carefully studying my face. “Are you sure? If he’s causing you distress, I can ask him to move out. Honestly, I’m a little surprised he hasn’t already.”
“No, it’s fine,” I assure him gently. “Like I said, I can handle Rafe. You already have enough on your plate.”
He searches my eyes for a minute, worry shadowing his expression. “You know there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, right?”
“I know.” I smile softly, my pulse quickening from the adoration shining in his gaze.
“I wish I could give you more,vita mia,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.
“You’ve given me everything, my love.” I press my palm against his heart. “As long as this belongs to me, then I have all I need.”
He leans in to kiss me, and I let his tenderness wash over me, erasing every doubt and worry clouding my mind. I melt intohim, savoring the moment, knowing that as long as I’m in his arms, nothing else in this world can touch me.
By the time he finally pulls away, I’m completely breathless…and needy.
“Careful, wife,” he rasps, his voice dropping an octave. “You look like you’d rather get thoroughly fucked than go to church right now.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks at the insinuation in his tone, the familiar spark between us igniting instantly.
“Maybe I would,” I tease, wiggling my brows as I drag my index finger slowly across the seam of his bottom lip. “I think I can spare an hour or two. Unless of course, you don’t want to.”
A laugh bubbles out of me when his expression immediately darkens, his grip on my waist tightening possessively.
“You really shouldn’t have said that,” he warns, though the amusement dancing in his eyes gives him away.
I giggle as he suddenly scoops me into his arms, letting out a small squeal when he throws me over his shoulder and starts carrying me up the three flights of stairs toward our bedroom like an absolute madman.
“Matteo!” I laugh breathlessly, swatting at his back while he grins to himself, far too pleased with his own antics.
“You asked for this, wife,” he warns, his hand tightening against the back of my thighs as he carries me upstairs. “You’re the one who said church can wait. Good thing too since you’re the only thing I feel like worshipping right now.”
My giggle dies the second he slaps my ass, heat rushing through me so quickly it steals the breath from my lungs.
Matteo storms into our bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him before tossing me onto the bed with enough force to make me shriek in surprise.
He stands at the edge of the mattress for a moment, staring at me like a man starved, his gaze dragging slowly over everyinch of my body as I push my dress higher up my thighs, showing him that I don’t have any panties on.
“You know you’re the light of my life,” he says quietly, his voice rough around the edges as he stares at my bare pussy. “And that I respect you more than anyone else in this world,” he continues, while unbuckling his pants.
“I know that,” I whisper, pulse fluttering at the intensity in his eyes and voice, my mouth watering when he pulls his hard cock into his hands and gives it a few good strokes.
Matteo’s mouth curves into something dangerously sinful as he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed, hooking my legs over his shoulders.
“Good,” he murmurs against my lips. “Because for the next couple of hours, I plan on fucking you in ways that won’t feel very respectful at all.”
And before I can even reply, I feel him thrusting deep inside of me, my back arching off the bed at how good it feels to finally feel this complete. This whole. This full.
“This is going to be quick and dirty, baby. Promise to make it up to you on the second round.”
“M’kay,” is all I’m able to say in response as Matteo fucks me within an inch of my life.
Neither one of us is surprised when we finally sneak into the small church tucked away in Little Italy nearly three hours later than planned, my body still humming from the way my husband worshipped me back home.
“I won’t be too long,” I say at the door, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Take all the time that you need, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
I let my smile slip free before one of his guards opens the church’s doors for us, though not before Matteo reminds his soldiers to call him if anything feels off.
