Matteo (Dark Erotic Mob Romance) (Rossi Family Book 1) by Rachael Orman Read Free Book Online

her gloved hand pulled one of my cheeks open and warm wax was applied around my bum hole, my eyes flew open and I met Matteo’s glimmering ones. He apparently was enjoying watching me struggle. She’d been careful around the end of the butt plug that was still in, but she didn’t say anything about it. 
    “Last one,” Sarah finally said, and I let out a tense breath. At least the back one didn’t seem nearly as bad as all the other ones had. She patted the back of my thigh with her gloved hand. “All done, sweetie. You did well.”
    “Uh… thanks,” I said, not sure if it was the right thing to say or not. Matteo simply smiled at me.
    Sarah left us, and I climbed off the table. The butt plug jostled and my new baby-smooth lips slid against each other, creating a whole new world of sensation.
    “That’s how I’ll expect you to be from now on. I don’t like hairy pussy and you won’t either if you know what’s good for you,” Matteo said before opening the door. With a hand on the small of my back, he led me to one of the vacant chairs, where I met Natalie, the woman who would apparently be cutting my hair.
    Thankfully, Matteo talked quietly to her for a moment and then stepped away to let the woman work.
    By the time she released me, I looked in the mirror and felt like I was looking at a totally new woman. She hadn’t cut off much from the length of my hair, but she’d given it shape and it looked much prettier even to me than it had before.
    Matteo muttered his thanks to her, and we left without paying again.
    I was starting to wonder how he got away without paying for anything. He’d never taken out a card or cash to pay for any of the clothing, nor had I seen him exchange payment for the wax or cut I’d received.
    Back in the car, Matteo stripped off his jacket and I nearly gasped when I spotted leather straps that wrapped around the back of his body holding a gun snugly under each of his arms. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a man armed, but I hadn’t realized he had been toting around not one but two guns the entire day. It scared me.
    Madam normally had a weapon on her body at all times as did the men that frequently showed up at her house, but I was never in close quarters or confined in a car with any of them.
    “Stop staring at them or I’ll take one out and show you just how it works,” Matteo barked at me.
    My head immediately snapped forward to stare at the back of the driver’s head. He wouldn’t do that, would he? Did he mean that he’d show me how it worked or point it at me and fire it?
    I didn’t want to find out.

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Somehow I managed to make it through the rest of my first week in Matteo’s house without making a misstep. It was likely due to the fact that he left me alone in my room for most of the time. The older woman I’d met a few times brought me food three times a day and introduced herself as Aida. The first time she’d come into my room, she’d told me that I was free to walk around and do as I pleased for the rest of the day as long as I stayed in the bedroom. However, each day when she delivered my dinner, she’d tell me that Matteo was in the house again and might come looking for me.
    I’d spend the evening hours lying on my bed in a set of the sexy underwear he’d bought me and hope he’d show up. He didn’t, not until late into the night and after I’d already fallen asleep.
    Each night he’d whisper his apologies for not being able to spend more time playing with me, but that there was work to be done. He’d have sex with me and then leave without another word.
    After five days of being locked in my room, I’d grown restless and realized how lazy a slave I’d become. At Madam’s, I’d had duties and other people to care for, so even if I didn’t venture far, I was kept busy. Sitting in my room, spacious as it was, was boring.
    On the morning of day six, I begged Aida to give me something to