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Slowly before I could blink, Matteo Zacharra had his fingers down the front of my stretchy black pants. The heat from his fingers made me grasp at his shoulders and my mouth parted.
My legs moved apart of their own accord, and my breathing became erratic. He moved around and slowly found my clit, the second he brushed over it, I whimpered.
Slow, lazy circles.
Not enough to make me cum.
But enough to drive me crazy.
“Mmmm,” I moaned.
“You could use me,” he whispered in my ear.
I imagine to the outside world if anyone was looking into the dimly lit area, we looked as if we were making out instead of him fingering me.
God, I wanted to ride his hand…
“I…I need to go,” I whispered back.
“Do you?”
“Yes,” I whispered again.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, and I watched as he stuck them inside of his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked my juices from his hand.
“I’ll be seeing you, Sitzzy,” he whispered.
He was gone then like a fucking shadow, as soon as I blinked. The door to the bar was already closing behind him and I let out a breath.
“You have to be exhausted,” I murmured.
Reaching onto the table I grabbed the bottle and tossed it into the trash and left out of the side entrance. My bed really and truly was calling me. The beer while it had been cold hadn’t done much for me.
Anger was still bubbling beneath the surface but Matteo…
He had caused another reaction.
It was one I was determined not to give into either.
Hunger. Something told me that if I ever let him get in my body, I would become a true feind. He would replace Pure Columbian Honey in a heartbeat.
I didn’t like that idea at all.
Chapter 13
Matteo
Icould still smell Rain’s pussy on my fingers. From the second I’d walked into Noir, my dark passenger had taken control. We were both so desperate to be inside of her, we would have taken her right there. Fucked her on the bar
Please don’t let us crash…
Using my imaginary breaks every time Carmine stopped behind a vehicle had me about to climb the damn walls.
“Please slow the fuck down,” I growled.
He was whipping his classic Chevy SS through the Seattle traffic like it was a bat flying from the belly of hell. He ignored me and continued to zoom through traffic.
Why did we ride with him again?The buzzing at the base of my skull was going crazy.
