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

do to keep busy. She’d rolled her eyes and told me what a naughty child I was, but thankfully she’d brought me laundry to fold.
    It was that night that things changed, when I thought they couldn’t possibly get any worse; Matteo entered my room in a rage shortly after dinner.
    “What makes you think you are worthy of doing something, anything, that I haven’t instructed you to do?” he yelled at me.
    I lay in the bed with my legs spread just as I’d been instructed and fought the urge to sit up so I could face him.
    “I’m sorry, Matteo. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just being locked up in this room all week is… boring.” My voice was small as I knew that I’d failed him once again.
    “If I wanted you folding laundry I would’ve told you to do it. Instead you are begging other staff to give you stuff to do, since obviously you can’t be trusted to occupy yourself. Well, lucky for you, I have something for you to do tonight and something even more fun to keep your mind occupied for the next couple days,” he said, stomping over to the bed. Grabbing my ankle, he yanked me from the bed and didn’t even pause when I fell off the edge to land in a heap on the floor. “Stand up now and get downstairs in the sitting room. We have guests and you will be the entertainment, since you are so bored up here all alone.”
    I pushed off the floor and tried to ignore the ache in my elbow and hip that had taken the brunt of my fall. I didn’t wait for further instructions and walked quickly out of the room, down the stairs and directly into the sitting room.
    There were at least a dozen men there idly chatting until I entered, but I kept my head down and waited until Matteo joined me.
    “On the table. Now ,” he said from behind me. I took the couple steps until I was facing the couch and sat on the coffee table, the only table in the room. Matteo sat on the couch in front of me. “Gather ‘round, gentlemen. Here is our entertainment for the night.”
    I swallowed the hard knot gathering in my throat as they made a circle around me.
    “Lie back, bella . Put a foot on either side of me on the couch,” Matteo instructed me.
    I lowered to my elbows before letting my head fall back off the table edge. After a moment to orient myself, I spread my legs and felt with my toes for the edge of the couch. My hip screamed out from the movement and my elbow wasn’t happy about the press of the hardwood, but I swallowed the unwanted pain.
    Matteo’s hands cupped both my ankles, pulling them where he wanted them, so I was spread wide open on the table wearing nearly see-through panties and a barely-there bra.
    Blood was rushing to my head, my breathing rushing in and out of my lungs as I tried to anticipate what was coming next.
    Cold metal pressed against the insides of my thighs, not hard enough to tell me what it was but enough that it caused me to tense. The object moved from my leg to my stomach before sliding between my breasts to stop at the side of my neck.
    Matteo leaned over me and forced me to meet his gaze when he palmed the back of my head. He showed me the blade briefly as he grinned before dropping my head. The cold blade slithered back over my body until it found the straps to my bra, cutting them free, followed by the center of the bra.
    Another set of hands pulled the material away, revealing me to the rest of the room.
    The blade continued down until it slid over my pussy. I couldn’t hold back the whimper that left my mouth. I was too scared to even shiver or tremor. Every part of my body was strained and tight as it tried not to move under the sharp object.
    At my whimper, the men all laughed as if they enjoyed the sound of my suffering.
    My fear only escalated when the blade disappeared completely, but it reappeared at the side of my panties before slicing them free.
    It moved to the other side, except this time the cut wasn’t as shallow and nicked my hip as the material was torn.
    I hissed in