Chapter 284 — Loving Him Is Dangerous
Chapter 284 — Loving Him Is Dangerous
The second he looked at her like that, Clara knew there was no turning back.
Matteo’s eyes darkened as they swept over her body in the shimmering pink outfit. The playful charm he had worn just moments ago vanished completely. What replaced it was something deeper. Heavier.
Hungry.
Not just desire.
Possession.
He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as though he was trying to control himself and failing at the same time. His fingers slid to the waistband of her skirt, lifting it slightly higher on her hips. It wasn’t careless. It wasn’t rushed.
It was a test.
How far could he go before he completely lost control?
His breathing grew uneven.
Rough.
His throat moved as he swallowed hard, staring at her like she was the only thing keeping him standing.
For a split second, he looked stunned.
Like he hadn’t expected her to affect him this way.
Clara’s heart slammed wildly against her ribs. The way he looked at her made her feel powerful… but also dangerously exposed.
Before she could speak, he dropped to his knees.
The movement shocked her.
The world’s superstar—feared, admired, worshipped—was kneeling in front of her.
For her.
His hands glided up her thighs, firm and steady, until one leg rested over his shoulder. His lips brushed the inside of her thigh, and her breath hitched instantly.
A tremor ran through her body.
She grabbed his shoulder to steady herself.
He moved lower.
Slowly.
Intentionally.
Every movement was measured, controlled, and focused entirely on her reaction. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless.
It was devotion wrapped in dominance.
Her breathing grew shallow as sensation overwhelmed her. He watched her face closely, studying every flicker in her expression.
“Don’t look away,” he commanded softly. “Look at me.”
His voice was low and thick with control.
She tried.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his.
The sight of him—kneeling, focused entirely on her pleasure—sent something inside her spiraling. His gaze never wavered as he continued, his hands joining the rhythm in slow, deliberate motion.
At first, her body tensed from the intensity.
Then—
Pleasure replaced it.
Her stomach tightened.
Heat coiled through her core.
He noticed everything. Every gasp. Every tremble.
“I’m going to push you further,” he warned quietly.
Her brows furrowed slightly. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
But he didn’t wait for permission.
The sensation intensified.
Sharp at first.
Then addictive.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her body struggled to adjust to the overwhelming fullness of what he was doing to her. He didn’t rush. He maintained steady control, making sure her eyes stayed on his.
“Stay with me,” he murmured.
Her head spun.
The pressure and pleasure blurred together until she couldn’t tell one from the other.
Then—
He leaned in again.
The added sensation shattered her completely.
Her back arched.
Her fingers tangled tightly in his hair.
Her body trembled uncontrollably as the pleasure rose too fast, too strong, sweeping her under without mercy.
When it finally crashed over her, it stole the air from her lungs. She clutched at him desperately, unable to remain steady.
He didn’t stop immediately.
He drew it out.
Made sure she felt every second of it.
Only when her body softened and the tremors faded did he finally pull back.
He stood slowly, breathing heavily, and adjusted her dress with surprising care. His fingers moved gently, smoothing the fabric back into place as if erasing any sign of what had just happened.
The intensity in his eyes softened.
Something protective replaced it.
Clara collapsed against his chest.
He caught her easily, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her shaking body.
Then he tilted her chin up and kissed her.
Deep.
Slow.
Letting her taste the moment they had just shared.
He held her there until her legs were strong enough to stand on their own.
Without another word, he guided her out of the fitting room.
“We’re taking this,” Matteo said curtly to Cassandra, handing over his card. His tone was controlled, but his eyes never left Clara.
He didn’t wait for the receipt.
Didn’t linger.
He walked straight out, security falling into place around them as they headed toward the parking lot.
When they reached the limousine, his demeanor shifted instantly.
“Look away,” he ordered sharply.
No one questioned him.
The command carried authority.
He opened the back door and ushered Clara inside quickly.
“Matteo—” she started.
But he was already inside behind her.
The door shut firmly.
He pressed the button, raising the partition.
The outside world disappeared.
Before she could gather herself, he pulled her onto his lap.
His grip was possessive.
Intent.
“I need you,” he groaned against her shoulder. “I need to feel you.”
His breathing was uneven, almost desperate.
Her pulse spiked instantly.
Her hands moved instinctively, fumbling with his belt and zipper. She freed him with trembling fingers, wrapping her hand around him.
He was hard.
Hot.
Completely undone.
She wanted him just as much.
She straddled his hips slowly, positioning herself above him. His hands slid up her thighs, lifting her skirt higher as he steadied her.
“Slow,” he murmured, though his voice sounded strained.
She lowered herself carefully, inch by inch.
When he filled her completely, both of them groaned.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Intimate.
Deep.
Their heads fell back briefly before their lips collided again in a heated kiss.
This wasn’t just physical.
It felt like something more.
Like they were trying to anchor themselves to each other in a world that constantly threatened to pull them apart.
He moved first.
His hips rose to meet her rhythm as she began to move.
The car rocked gently.
Their breathing grew heavier.
Faster.
The confined space intensified everything.
“Tell me something,” he groaned suddenly, his voice tight. “Am I better than Dylan?”
She froze instantly.
The name sliced through the haze.
“What?” she snapped, irritation flaring in her eyes.
Why now?
Why bring up her ex at a moment like this?
Didn’t he know he was her first?
Didn’t he understand that Dylan had never had her like this?
Anger replaced desire in a heartbeat.
She tried to pull away, but his hand tightened around her waist.
“I know I was your first,” he whispered intensely, as if he could read her thoughts. “But I need to know I’m the only one who ever will be.”
His jaw clenched.
“If any other man ever touches you…”
He didn’t finish.
He didn’t need to.
Clara stared at him.
Then she grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, their faces inches apart.
“I don’t want any other man,” she said firmly. “Only you.”
The words left her before she could stop them.
And then—
It hit her.
She meant it.
She loved him.
The realization struck like a tidal wave.
Terrifying.
Thrilling.
Loving Matteo De Luca was dangerous.
It came with enemies.
With secrets.
With consequences she couldn’t even imagine yet.
But in that moment—
She didn’t care.
He was hers.
And she was his.
Her confession ignited something primal in him.
He growled softly and flipped their positions without breaking their connection. She landed against the seat as he hovered over her, one knee braced against the floor, the other on the seat.
He moved with urgency.
With desperation.
As if he needed to claim her completely.
The tinted windows fogged.
The car shifted slightly with their movements.
Faster.
Harder.
As though neither of them could bear the thought of stopping.
It didn’t take long before they both reached the edge together, trembling and breathless as they came undone.
She felt him pulse inside her.
Felt the connection settle deep within her chest.
Complete.
Unbreakable.
She didn’t want him to move away.
He lowered his head, staring down at where they were joined.
Something changed in his expression.
Something vulnerable.
Something new.
They lay tangled together on the back seat, kissing softly now, their smiles warm and content.
Neither of them knew—
That somewhere else in the city—
Dylan and Matteo’s own family were meeting in secret.
Planning.
Smiling.
And setting something dark in motion.