Chapter Seventy-One
“Matteo?”
Rather than respond, he merely smirked as he stalked back across the apartment where he’d left her. He placed both palms on the table on either side of her thighs. His eyes roamed her face and down her chest. He lifted one hand and used one finger to slide the strap of her dress back up her arm to her shoulder. He then used that same hand to cup her cheek and kiss her. Genevieve suddenly forgot why she even cared if the entire world had been outside the open door with a video camera and popcorn. He pulled away and placed two more small kisses on her lips. He ran his nose over her shoulder and sighed.
“Come here,” he whispered, wrapping his hands around her thighs and hoisting her up to his waist.
Genevieve automatically looped her hands around his neck and wrapped her legs about his body as he carried her toward his bedroom. She could feel the hard, rhythmic thud of his own heart against hers as he walked. Once in his bedroom he turned her so his back faced the bed. His hands loosened and she slid down his body until her bare feet touched the floor. Matteo took a step back and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Gen smiled and bunched the bottom of her dress, meaning to pull it over her head.
“Stop,” Matteo ordered, stalling her actions immediately. She raised a brow in question as he continued to unbutton his shirt. “There are things we need to discuss before we continue.”
“Like?” she asked, crossing her arms.
Matteo sighed as his fingers moved from the buttons of his shirt to his cufflinks. “Like what I just witnessed in the hallway.”
“How about we first discuss the woman you were on a date with this evening?” Gen challenged.
Matteo placed his hands on his waist. “Beatrice is an informant of mine. I currently have her working undercover as my cousin’s new secretary. We were meeting to discuss some recent discoveries she’d made,” he stated, matter of fact.
Gen’s eyes bounced back and forth between his, trying and failing to find any deception. “It wasn’t a date? You’ve never slept with her?”
Matteo eliminated the space between them. “I don’t mix business with pleasure… Until about five minutes ago, that is.”
“She made you smile.”
Matteo’s lips pulled up on the sides. His hands suddenly cupped her face a moment before he kissed her. “Is that what broke you, Weakness? My smiling at her?”
She glared up at him though the reaction of her body and the way she fisted his shirt in her hands gave away her true feelings. “You’re lucky your dimple didn’t show. I would have had to knock a few of your teeth out and damage your mafia boss reputation.”
“I have a dimple?” he asked.
Gen rolled her eyes. She tried to step away but his grip tightened and his lips claimed hers again. Her knees wobbled and her body melted into him. His hands left her cheeks. Then he gripped her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. He ripped his lips away from hers and yanked her chin upward in an unnatural position that forced her to stand on her toes to alleviate the pressure. The humor in his eyes had evaporated and his face was cold and detached.
“The next time you let a man touch you, your punishment will be far from enjoyable. Encourage him and your punishment will be doubled. I won’t tell you again. Do I make myself clear, Genevieve?”
Gen’s eyes narrowed to slits. “This agreement only works if it’s mutually exclusive, Matteo. You’re not the only one who doesn’t like to share.”
The rigid expression on his face softened around the edges. “Then we have a deal.”
Matteo released her chin though the feel of his fingers lingered. He reached his hand over his shoulder, gripped his undershirt and pulled it over his head. He was now fully naked in front of her for the first time in months. Her eyes ventured downward over the hard planes of his chest, the coat of arms on his pec, the ridges of his abdomen and the V that pulled her eyes down to her favorite part of his anatomy. He moved away and she fought the urge to yell at him for it.
Matteo climbed onto the bed, flipped over and put his arm behind his head. Gen reached down for her dress again and took a step.
Matteo tsked and shook his head slowly back and forth. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
Gen scoffed. “I’m not going to put up with being bossed around all the time.”
Matteo chuckled. “You’re more than welcome to boss me around, Weakness. That’s the role of a Donna, afterall. To keep the Don in check. She’s the only one who has the right.”
“What are you talking about?”
Matteo’s hand absently ran down his chest, and over his abdomen until it wrapped around his cock. Genevieve watched, transfixed, as his hand glided up his hardened length. Over and over his hand worked slowly up and down, his thumb cresting over the head with each stroke.
“Genevieve? Are you listening?” Matteo asked.
Gen’s eyes remained on his hand. Her tongue snaked out and wet her lips. She shook her head.
“I need you to pay attention to this. It’s important.”
Gen huffed and forced her eyes up to his amused face. “What? I’m losing my fire here,” she said, gesturing down to her waist.
Matteo chuckled again. “Don’t worry about that, I have more than enough kindling.” He removed his hand, and her distraction, to put it behind his head like the other. “I asked if you remembered what I told you at the restaurant.”
Gen nodded.
“You understand what being with me entails? What it will do to your life?” he asked. “I will always be faithful to you, Gen. I will never intentionally hurt you or disrespect you. I will make it my life’s mission to honor, spoil, support, and embrace you. I only ask for the same in return. Having said that, you must understand there will always be things out of my control.” He sighed and his eyes ventured over her body as if he was a moment away from ripping her dress from her body. He drug his lower lip through his teeth.
“If all you’re looking for is a good fuck I can direct you to a bar about five blocks south. It’s run by the Irish. The men there will know from O’Brien you’ve been with me and will do their best to try to prove they can do better.” He shook his head twice. “They won’t be able to. But… If you want me. If you want all of me, the moment you climb onto this bed, you’re mine. There’s no going back. There’s no leaving. Everything I told you at the restaurant will become your reality. If all you wanted was one last fuck, then the door is behind you. I’ll let you walk through it.”
She tilted her head as she studied the enigma before her. Matteo’s golden-brown eyes were closed off, trying to hide the fear he felt as he waited for her response. She considered saying something snarky, perhaps asking if the men at the Irish pub down the street were well endowed. Instead, she decided words weren’t necessary. She lowered her hands. Without bending at the waist, she bunched the fabric of her dress in her fists. His eyes jerked down. His chest stopped moving as he slowly tracked the rise of her dress over her thighs, her waist. Her view of him became obscured as she pulled the dress the rest of the way over her head.
Genevieve flung the dress somewhere behind her. Matteo’s chest remained frozen, his breath caught somewhere in his throat as she took the four steps to the edge of his bed. Gen placed a knee on the mattress and Matteo suddenly inhaled, unable to hold his breath any longer. Genevieve crawled on all fours over his strong legs. Her nails skimmed the coarse hair of his thighs as she moved over him. She stopped her advance at his waist. His eyes watched her wearily, unsure what she planned next. Gen smirked, loving how she held all the power in this moment.
Gen kept her eyes on his as her hand continued up his thigh. When her palm cupped his balls, Matteo inhaled sharply again. His cock twitched and she moved her hand to grip it firmly. Matteo’s hands flew from behind his head and gripped her upper arms in a desperate need for anchoring. Before he could do anything to take control, she dropped her head and took him into her mouth. Matteo groaned and flung his head back. His hands moved to her hair as she guided the head of his cock to her throat. Again and again she moved her mouth over his length. The skin beneath her free palm shivered with each pass of her tongue over his velvety skin.
“Fuck, Gen, fucking hell,” he whispered above her head. His hips rose slightly, forcing himself deeper and causing her to gag.
His grip on her hair loosened for a second in apology until she picked up her pace. She moaned as his breath became desperate. His hips rose up, encouraging her, pleading for her to continue. The muscles in his thighs tightened beneath her palm. The hand in her hair kneaded at her scalp. Matteo groaned long. His cock came free of her mouth with a pop as he suddenly hauled her up his body. Matteo’s mouth stifled the sound of surprise she made as he gripped the back of her neck and kissed her fiercer than ever before. He pulled away and rocked his erection against her ass.
“Please, I want to be inside you when I come,” Matteo begged, continuing to rock against her.
Genevieve panted as she repositioned herself over him. “Take me, Matteo. I’m yours.”
Matteo grunted as he shoved his hips upward. Gen cried out with the force of his thrust into her. Her head fell backward, her spine curved as he rocked into her. His hands clamped around her thighs, guiding her, yet keeping her pinned. She fell forward, resting her palms against his chest. She watched his expression become feral, lost as he sought his release. She smiled, relishing the way his eyes focused in on where their bodies joined. His teeth clenched, the chords in his neck strained until he slammed her down one last time. He gasped as his release rocked through him. He threw his head back into the pillow. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her waist, making her gasp at the pain.
Matteo’s chest rose and fell hard. His body shook as he tried to regain control of his senses. He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her. A moment passed and his lips pulled into a smile.
“Don’t worry, Weakness,” he panted. “I haven’t forgotten you.”
“Huh?”
Gen squealed as he suddenly flipped, switching their positions. Any further questions she had about what he meant flew out the window as his lips trailed down her torso. His teeth grazed over her nipple, making her hiss. A moment later his lips closed over her clit and she gasped sharply at the sensation that racked up her spine. His eyes flicked up, filled with devilish intent and she knew, right then, she was in for a long, long night with the man she’d fallen in love with.