Chapter 141 Break You
Matteo
The second the bedroom door shut, I locked it.
Not because anyone would come in—but because I needed the sound. The final click. The line drawn between public restraint and what I’d been holding back for two straight hours.
“Bed,” I said. “Now.”
Valentina laughed softly, already backing toward it, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. “I’m going, I’m going—”
I caught her wrist and yanked her back into me. “No. You don’t understand.” I leaned in, mouth at her ear, teeth grazing skin. “That movie. The way you laid on me. Slow. Lazy. Like you didn’t give a single fuck that I was hard and trapped and losing my goddamn mind.”
Her breath hitched. “Sounds like a you problem.”
“Oh, it was.” I shoved her down onto the mattress. “And now it’s a you problem too.”
She bounced once, laughing—until I climbed over her and the laugh turned into a sharp inhale. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to drag the hoodie up and over, tossing it aside like it offended me.
“Look at you,” I muttered. “Acting sweet all night. Behaving. Playing wife. Meanwhile you’re rubbing your ass on my thigh like you want to see how far you can push me.”
She arched beneath me, defiant. “What if I’m not in the mood?”
I smiled. It wasn’t a nice one. “I don’t give a fuck.”
Her eyes flared—heat, not fear. “Oh?”
“I own you,” I said, lowering my mouth to hers, biting her lower lip until she gasped. “And tonight, I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want with you.”
She swallowed. “So this is how this is going?”
“This is exactly how this is going.”
I ripped her shorts down her legs and tossed them away, followed by her panties.
“Your little cunt is already wet,” I said. “All that pretending didn’t fool your body for a second.”
“Matteo—”
I slid two fingers inside her without warning. She cried out, back arching, nails digging into the mattress as I fucked her with my hand—hard, relentless, no mercy.
“You don’t get gentle tonight,” I told her. “You get exactly what you asked for.”
“I didn’t—ah—ask for—”
I curled my fingers just right and she broke off into a moan that went straight through me.
“Yes. You did.”
I pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping, and stripped my clothes off without breaking eye contact. She watched me like she always did—hungry, proud, unafraid.
I flipped her onto her stomach and hauled her hips up, yanking her back until her knees were tucked beneath her and her ass was high in the air.
“Hands on the headboard,” I ordered.
She obeyed without hesitation.
“Good girl.”
I lined myself up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed—loud, unrestrained—and I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Let them hear you. Let the whole fucking house know who you belong to.”
I fucked her hard and fast, no rhythm, just power—each thrust driving her deeper into the mattress, into the sound of skin slapping, breath tearing from her chest.
I leaned over her back, one hand in her hair, yanking her head up so she had to take it.
Her body shook beneath me, already close, already wrecked. I slowed just enough to torture her, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in again.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”
I laughed darkly. “I told you. I won’t.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit just enough—just enough—to tip her over the edge. She shattered, screaming my name, legs trembling, body clenching around me so tight it almost undid me.
I fucked her through it, through every wave, until she was sobbing and begging and completely wrecked beneath me.
Then I came—hard, deep, with a groan that felt torn from my chest—burying myself inside her like I needed to leave proof.
I didn’t collapse.
I stayed right where I was—buried deep, chest pressed to her back, my breath hot against her neck.
She breathed, voice shaky. “Matteo…”
I laughed quietly. Low. Dangerous. “I’m not finished with you.”
I slid one hand down her stomach, gripping her hip, keeping her right where I wanted her. “You think I worked myself up all night just for one round?”
She shuddered beneath me.
I pulled almost all the way out—just enough to make her gasp—then stayed there, pressed between her thighs, letting her feel how hard I still was.
Her head fell forward. “Matteo… what are you—”
“I’m taking your ass tonight.”
Silence.
Then—soft, breathless, unmistakable—
“…Okay.”
That single word went straight to my spine.
I spit into my palm, spread it slow over her ass, working it in with my fingers, feeling her tense and relax as I teased the sensitive nerves there. She sucked in a sharp breath when I pressed just enough pressure to make her squirm.
“Relax,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”
I slid one finger in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her, feeling every flutter, every tiny gasp. She clutched the headboard, moaning into the sheets, hips pushing back despite herself.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “Matteo—”
“You’re doing so fucking good,” I growled. “So tight. So perfect.”
I worked her open carefully, deliberately, until her body stopped resisting and started begging. When I pulled my finger free, slick and shaking, I lined myself up behind her.
I dragged the tip along her, just once, making her cry out.
“Still okay?” I asked, voice rough now.
“Yes,” she said immediately. “Please.”
That was all I needed.
I pulled fully out of her pussy and pushed into her ass in one slow, controlled thrust. She gasped—loud—but didn’t pull away. She took it, inch by inch, until I was seated deep again, buried somewhere that made my vision go white.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “You’re so tight I’m not going to last.”
She laughed breathlessly, ruined and wrecked. “Then don’t.”
I grabbed her hips and started thrusting—short, hard strokes that made her moan into the mattress, her body trembling with every movement.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Rub your clit. Don’t stop until you come.”
She did. Immediately.
Her fingers moved fast and desperate, her breath breaking, moans turning sharp as her body spiraled again.
“I’m close,” she sobbed. “Matteo—”
“Now,” I growled. “Come for me.”
She shattered—muscles tightening around me, body clenching so hard it ripped a groan from my chest. The moment she came, I lost it too, thrusting deep and fast as I came again, spilling with a curse against her back.
I stayed there a moment after—inside her, breathing hard, hands gripping her hips like I needed to anchor myself.
Then I eased us down together, pulling her into my chest, wrapping her up like she was the most dangerous thing I’d ever touched.
She was trembling. Spent. Glorious.
I kissed her shoulder softly, completely at odds with what I’d just done to her.
“Still okay?” I murmured.
She laughed weakly. “You’re insane.”
I smirked against her skin. “Yeah.”
Then, quieter. Possessive. Certain.
“And you’re mine.”