Chapter 104 Owned
Matteo
She was still draped across my chest, one leg tangled between mine, her breath soft against my neck like a secret she didn’t want the world to hear.
And I? I couldn’t fucking move.
Not because I was tired. Not even because she’d wrung me out so thoroughly I was barely remembering my name.
It was because I was ruined.
Completely. Utterly. Willingly.
My mind kept looping back—scene by scene, touch by touch—to the way she’d moved. The way she’d looked at me like I was the one who needed to be tamed. The way she kissed me with that slow, relentless fire like she was carving her name into my bones.
I’d always known she was dangerous.
But I hadn’t expected this.
I hadn’t expected her to take control like that—no permission asked, none needed. Just desire. Pure, bold, feral want.
And I sure as hell hadn’t expected it to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in her. No coy glances. No waiting for my cue. She took me. Owned me. Dismantled me with her bare hands and a whisper-soft voice telling me to lie back and let her make me feel what she felt.
She didn’t just fuck me.
She claimed me.
And the sick, twisted, completely fucked-up part?
I loved it.
Every second.
Every grinding, slow-burn stroke.
Every time she pulled away to tease me, only to lean in and take more.
Every look that said this is mine now. You’re mine now.
God, I am.
It wasn’t just the sex.
It was her. For the first time—fully her. No mask. No walls. Just wild, unfiltered heat. Hunger that didn’t come from strategy or manipulation, but from something deeper. Real.
I’d spent months trying to crack her open.
But tonight?
She let me in.
No. She came to me.
And I think I would’ve burned the world down just to feel that again.
Her fingers twitched against my ribs and I glanced down, only to find her watching me with that sleepy, satisfied smirk—the kind of look that made me feel like I’d survived something dangerous and beautiful.
“What?” she murmured, voice rough with sleep and sex.
I couldn’t help the grin. “Nothing. Just wondering how the hell you got me to lie on my back and shut the fuck up.”
Her smile widened. “Takes a strong woman.”
I trailed my hand down her spine. “Takes you.”
We fell into silence again, but it wasn’t empty. It was full. Heavy. Sacred.
I’ve fucked a hundred women.
Made love to none.
Until now.
And I knew—deep in the marrow of me—that this was the moment everything changed.
She could still destroy me.
But for the first time in my life…
I’d let her.
A soft knock at the door broke the silence.
I sighed and glanced at the clock. “That’s probably Rosco. I told him I’d meet him in my office.”
“Don’t move.” Her voice was firm, even lazy with satisfaction. She didn’t open her eyes, but her hand pressed flat against my chest. “Just tell him to come in.”
I arched a brow. “Seriously?”
She cracked one eye open and smirked. “You’re not going anywhere right now. You’re mine, remember?”
Fuck. That smirk was lethal.
“Fine,” I muttered, grabbing the comforter and tugging it higher, making sure we were fully covered. Then I raised my voice. “Come in!”
The sound of the door creaking open was followed by Rosco’s voice drifting through the suite.
“We’re in here,” I called out lazily.
Rosco rounded the corner into the bedroom and immediately groaned. “Whoa—sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt the afterglow or whatever the hell this is.”
I didn’t even flinch. “You didn’t interrupt anything. We’re already finished.”
Valentina gave a little snort of laughter beside me and nuzzled into my shoulder.
“And my wife,” I added, emphasizing the word just to make it sink deeper, “is insisting I stay with her. So whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow.”
Rosco shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “Yeah, no. It can’t.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why not?”
He hesitated for a beat. “Because Big John’s apartment was torched an hour ago.”
That pulled the heat from my blood.
My body reacted before my brain caught up.
I threw the comforter off and was out of the bed in one fluid motion—completely fucking naked.
“Shit!” Rosco yelped, shielding his eyes with one hand and turning on his heel. “Jesus, warn a guy before you helicopter-dick across the room.”
“Then don’t come in announcing something like that so nonchalantly,” I barked, already pulling on a pair of black pants from the floor and grabbing the shirt I’d discarded earlier.
Valentina sat up, the sheets falling to her waist, but her eyes were sharp now. Alert. “Torched how? Like firebombed?”
Rosco turned to address her only to be caught with an eye full of her beautiful breasts. “Fucking shit, don’t you two know how to have self awareness?”
He paused briefly as he turned around again and said over his shoulder, “You’re going to get me fucking shot, sweetheart.”
Valentina quickly grabbed the sheet and pulled it to cover herself as I gave her a look that implied she would be punished for that later.
“Arson. Confirmed,” Rosco continued to say over his shoulder, still facing the wall. “No injuries. He wasn’t there. But it’s bad. And it wasn’t random.”
Of course it wasn’t.
I finished dressing and circled to her side of the bed. She didn’t reach for me. Just watched with that unreadable expression of hers—the one that said she already knew I wouldn’t be staying.
I leaned in, brushing my fingers against her cheek before pressing a kiss to her lips. Slow. Deep. Regretful.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “But I’ve gotta go.”
And of course because he just couldn’t fucking help himself, Rosco turned around as we were walking out and said, “Nice tits tho, sweetheart.” And he winked.
I immediately punched him in the balls hard enough to make him double over but not hard enough to incapacitate him for the night.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you really are trying to get shot aren’t you?”
“Sorry boss, couldn’t help it.” He said as he forced himself upright and started limping out the door.