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think a see a flash of something worse than anger. It’s something cold and detached and determined. I shiver, wondering if I’ve displeased him somehow, if that coldness is for me.
    A frown tugs on his mouth when he sees my shiver, and then I’m flat on my back again, his entire body stretched over mine. “Your ex is a fucking idiot,” he growls at me, his hips moving again. I widen my legs as much as I can, welcoming him into the cradle of my thighs, wishing I could get him deeper and closer.
    “For what it’s worth,” he says in a rasp, his eyes trailing from my face down to my breasts where my nipples poked through the fabric of my bra, “you’re a fucking dream in bed. I can’t get enough of you.”
    And then he drops his mouth to mine, claiming it with a searing kiss, and my chest expands like a balloon. We kissed once or twice the night we met, but this is the first kiss we’ve shared since then, and something about it is different. Intimate and full of feelings that I can’t quite put into words.
    He catches my lower lip between his teeth as he changes the angle of his strokes to hit my clit on the way in, and within seconds, I’m squirming underneath him, writhing under that wide, hard, sweaty body, caged in by his muscular arms and pinned into place by that insistent, demanding cock.
    He lets go of my lip and murmurs against my mouth. “Say it when you come.”
    Say it.
    His name.
    Matteo.
    It doesn’t take long, not with the base of his cock strafing past my clit on every downstroke, and then my body ignites for him—rapid-fire waves of release chasing each other out from my pussy, squeezing around his cock.
    “Matteo,” I utter, completely lost in the heavy bliss, and he swallows his name with a kiss, stealing my breath and my moans as I continue to pulse and clench underneath him.
    “God, you make it so tight for me,” he mumbles, breaking our kiss and burying his face in my neck. “Like you’re fucking made for me.”
    I can’t speak, can barely breathe I’m so strung out from my climax, and then with a sharp groan, he drives into me a final time and erupts, his lips pressed to my neck and his abs tensing above me.
    I hear him hiss a low mine mine mine against my throat as he fills me with himself, as he pumps me full of his cum. He throbs hot and wet inside me for what seems like an eternity, and when his body finally starts to relax on top of mine, I can’t help myself.
    I tell him, “Yours.”
    He lifts his head and meets my stare. “You mean that, don’t you?”
    “I shouldn’t mean it,” I whisper. “We barely know each other. But…”
    He traces the line of my jaw with a calloused thumb. “But your body knows what your mind is afraid to see. You belong here. In my bed.”
    “Yes.” The word is quiet and pained, but sincere. I do belong with him.
    “You’re doing something to me,” he admits gruffly, the thumb moving from my jaw to my mouth, tugging down on my lower lip. “You’re making me feel out of control.”
    I smile, thinking of the last two times we’ve had sex and how he’s dominated me so effortlessly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of control, Matteo.”
    He pushes his thumb inside my mouth and I wrap my lips around it, sucking hard. His pupils go wide, his voice ragged when he says, “I think we need to fix that then, don’t you?”

7
    Jess
    A fter another round of rough , earth-shattering sex, I crash into a deep sleep and don’t wake up until late that night, mussed and groggy. My eyes seem to take forever to open, as if my body wants me to sleep for another seventeen hours before I force it out of bed, but when I finally manage to wake up all the way, I notice the moonlight pouring in through the windows and Matteo’s tall frame blocking the doorway. There’s someone in front of him, another man, I think, but in the dark it’s difficult to tell.
    Matteo speaks in a low voice, the kind of low voice that tries to be calm, but I can