Matteo D’Amico"Olivia.""No, Matteo. I'm keeping it."“Cazzo!” (Fuck)The curse left Matteo’s lips smoothly. He was so frustrated that he took two steps back from her, but before his aggression could flourish, Olivia stepped in the water and lathered her skin with his body wash.With another strained curse, his hand slid beneath his stomach to his hardened cock.He was glad his pants were flimsy sweatpants; he wasn’t in the mood to fight with zippers and buttons.Pulling his length out of his pants, he stroked it with the moisture that had formed beads at the head of his shaft, increasing the pressure until a groan left his lips.His eyes lingered on her breasts as moisture trickled down her wet and foam-covered body and crashed to the black tiles; he watched her hands vanish between her thighs before her gaze turned to him.“Are…are you serious?”She asked as she faced him, the water from the shower washing the foam from her body.He didn’t answer, only moved faster because he imagi
Matteo’s eyes darted to the dark hallway. There was light in only two rooms, Elizabeth’s and the children's.For some reason, his focus turned to Elizabeth’s room. As he grew closer, he could hear people talking, yet the other voice was male. Without much thought, he swung the door open to reveal Christopher, with red staining his cheek. His hands held Elizabeth, who, for the first time since they had met, looked strangely emotional.“What is this? A family reunion? Both of you, get the hell out of my room!”Elizabeth yelled, causing him to remember his main goal.“Where is Olivia?”Elizabeth closed her eyes and sighed.“The reason I left my door open and, to my dismay, for strangers to feel comfortable enough wandering in has probably fallen asleep in the kids' room. Go with this—huh? What the hell are all the D’Amico’s this rude?”Elizabeth yelled after him, but he was already halfway to the kid's bedroom.After taking a steadying breath, he turned the knob slowly and prayed she was
Matteo raises my hips, settling them on his strong shoulders. The more I resist, the more he holds me in place, as if proclaiming that all I need to do is take it.My toes, unable to curl further, make my knees bend and hold his neck hostage to my pleasure.His back muscles, hard and glistening, occupy my eyes; I love the way his flesh bulges and relaxes when he moves. With each lick and thrust of his fingers inside me, I admire the slightly bronze skin with faint tan lines and cut and burn marks that must have been caused by his line of work.His grey eyes lift to watch my body writhe in pleasure.I can hear it now, the wet sounds of his tongue against my wet pussy, the unearthly squelching that only grows louder as his large fingers increase their pace to a savage degree. I seal my eyes shut forcefully as an electric spark trails through me without mercy or preparation."Ah…mmnn! Ah!"Normally, I would cover my mouth and hide my face, but my hands are cuffed, so the only thing I can
“What?”The words leave my mouth pleadingly, but he doesn’t answer, at least not with his mouth, because he thrusts into me again, filling every inch of me.My wrists are red; I may have tugged them too hard, but despite their colour, it doesn’t hurt."Fuck, you feel so soft, chewing on my dick like that."“Matteo…”I cry out his name because my body feels as if it has reached its limit, how is it morning and my body is exhausted?“I can't-”Why is this bastard either at zero or a hundred? Why can't we just make love and have the strength to cuddle afterwards?My breasts, swaying with his motions, begin to tingle; it takes me a while to realise that my hard and sensitive nipples graze repeatedly against the headrest each time he thrusts into me.“Livy…”He calls my nickname, and while in the past it reminded me of Vincent’s ability to use it despite betraying me, it now feels like rebellion on his part.“Olivia.”He growls my name again before his hold on my hair lessens, and his hand
The sandwich Matteo made is delicious. Each time I take a bite, some cream smears on the corners of my lips, so I am forced to lap it up.“Olivia.”Matteo calls from across me; the doctor is finishing up with his wound after berating him for about an hour.I have never seen Matteo take advice from anyone. Is it because the doctor is Italian…is Matteo racist?“Yesh?”I answer with unchewed sandwich in my mouth; I could have waited until I swallowed it, but Matteo is staring at me in a way that tells me to hurry up.“You must enjoy waking up tied up in my bed.”The bread must have flown to the wrong side of my throat because a fit of coughs escapes me.“Ex-cuse me?”I ask, but he clicks his tongue as if irritated.“Keep eating like that, and I’ll bury my cock deep in your throat.”This crazy-!The doctor’s face turns red as if he were the one threatened before he stands abruptly and clears his throat.“Tutto fatto, signor D'Amico, per favore, le consiglio di evitare attività stressanti
“I asked permission for us to go tomorrow, not today.”“Permission?”Elizabeth repeats.“Do you even hear yourself, Livy? Permission?”I bite my lip.“I mean, permission in the sense that we won't be followed.”“And you think he will honour that?”“Eliza.”“I know, I know, one problem at a time.”She mocks with an eye roll."But seriously, Eliza, we were supposed to go to the clinic tomorrow. Why did you have to talk to Mum?”“You mean, why did I have to seek advice from my mother? Tell me, Livy, why aren’t I supposed to speak to my mother? Why are you so ashamed of your choices that you-”“Eliza!”Elizabeth stills.“Sorry, hormones. Maybe—I don’t know! I haven’t gone to the clinic yet, and the person supposed to take me is waiting for a sign from the heavens and permission from her fiancée.”She says with a sigh.She isn’t normally like this, so for my peace of mind, I choose to believe it's hormones making her speak in this way.“Anyway, if we don’t go today, she will show up, so le
“I'm sorry."Elizabeth says suddenly in the car's silence.My gaze remains outside without answering.It's not her fault; none of this is her fault. To begin with, my relationship with Matteo is built on sand; even a small wave can wash us away.But I can't bring myself to accept her apology. I don't want to.My hand strokes Mari's hair. She turns her gaze to my wrist, which is red, not from his harsh grip but from the handcuffs."Mama's hurt."She says as she places a kiss on my wrist."You've kissed it better, haven't you?"She nods and smiles widely. Luca, who is asleep in my arms, stirs a little before closing his eyes once more."Mama?""Yes, baby.""I don't want a dad anymore.""What? Do you- do you not like him? Is he scary?""No, he's funny, and his food tastes good, but...""But?""You don't seem to like him.""Oh...but-""You get silent when you are upset; you were silent today.""Are you calling Mummy noisy?"My hands move frantically to tickle her stomach, and her giggles
The cold air whips mercilessly around us, increasing by the second.My tears, once warm, are now mercilessly freezing on my face.Mum is the first to break the silence when she looks up to the sky. After wiping one last tear, she speaks in a voice so quiet that the wind could blow it away."If you leave this house to go back to him, I won't call you again, so don't you dare come back.”With that, Mum wraps her shawl over her slender shoulders and retreats into the house without a sound.“I am so-”Elizabeth’s words don’t even have a chance to occupy my racing mind, so I don’t hear what she says even though I can see her lips moving.Tired of watching but not understanding her, my hands fly to my face to muffle the sound of my cries.Mum always has a way of tearing one down; I guess that’s just a mother’s superpower.In less than thirty minutes of our meeting, she has managed to bring to light every insecurity and fear I have about my relationship with Matteo.I told Matteo that I came