Page 37 of House of Lies
I’m so embarrassed about that. I still don’t know how it happened. He wasn’t bothered at all, drinking from my body like he had tasted nothing sweeter in his entire life. The wetness and the mess didn’t deter him. Jesus. How did he conceal this side of him for so long? And why did he torment me instead of granting us this? “Do you understand, Wildfire?”
All I can do is nod, surrendering to the loss of control. He teases me with the tip of his cock for what seems like an eternity, dragging out the anticipation until I’m willing to beg. Until I can’t take it anymore. I’ll give him what he wants. Tonight, I won’t hold anything back.
Another lie crosses my mind.
I don’t want him.
Leaning forward, I place my palms on his chest, bringing my mouth close to his. But I don’t kiss him. Instead, I trace his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, lowering my body to his cock at an excruciatingly slow pace. His body shudders as I take him fully, his grip on my hair tightening. I suppress a moan of pain. I will take what I want. I will take everything he gives me. There will come a day when he will withhold everything from me—I’m sure of it. I witnessed it before. And I’m still waiting for it to happen.
Crossing my hands behind his neck, I draw our bodies closer, slowly rolling my hips. He moves his gaze between our entwined thighs, then back to me, a deep moan emanating from his chest. His hands explore my back, igniting sparks across my skin. Mattia sucks on my nipple, guiding my movements. His long fingers dig into my flesh. I crave the bruises this time. I want to feel his touch on my skin long after it fades away.
There’s a fleeting moment when my mind forgets who he is. A moment when he transforms into the man I desire, free from the confines of a captor or abuser. And I allow it to happen. He steals all the air from my lungs as his tongue dances inside my mouth. I gasp, my body ablaze from within. The thunderstorm rages within me, and my heart is struck by lightning, bruised and burning.
“Tell me another lie,” he coaxes.
I struggle to think of another lie. All I have now are the raw truths I refuse to give him. They belong to no one but myself. I promised to guard them with my life if I had to.
“I don’t hate you,” I confess, the truth scorching my tongue.
“Go on, Wildfire. Give me all your poisonous lies.”
He anchors his feet on the floor, his hands gripping my waist. I stand still, watching him as he thrusts into me. Lies. I must tell him all the lies I can summon, but he clouds my judgment. I place my hands on the sides of his neck for support.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“Go on.”
“I need you.”
Grabbing my ass, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I try to find more lies to feed him, but I can’t think of any. He moves his hips, the angle making me moan shamelessly.
“Is that all you have?”
“I could’ve loved you. I’ll never be able to now.”
He’s much more focused than I am. Although his lips are parted, panting, he never stops sliding in and out of me, my entire body at his mercy. I swallow back a strangled cry as the orgasm builds inside me again. At least, I try to. But I can’t hold back. I see dark spots in my vision as I lose all control again. The sensation is too powerful. Overwhelming. My body can’t contain it, so I combust. He slips out of me, moving his hands behind my knees to lift me higher, all the liquid dripping from my body into his mouth.
“That’s my good girl.” His voice is like the thunder outside.
It feels like I’ll never recover. He’s not done with me just yet. Mattia places me at the edge of the couch, slipping back inside me. My body is exhausted from the two earth-shattering orgasms I had, but he’s hell-bent on draining another one from me. I would stop it if I knew how. This one is like an aftershock. It’s still powerful, but it doesn’t knock me off my feet. He locks eyes with mine as his movements get chaotic like he’s losing control, but he’s not fighting it. I focus on his body, illuminated by the lightning outside. One of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard escapes his lips as he comes, his hands gripping my ass tightly, his brows furrowed.
I will never be able to wash his fingerprints off my body.
CHAPTER 24
Kaz
“You might need to take over sooner than you thought, figlio.”
Ermanno’s words echo in my mind. Whenever he refers to me as his son, my attention drifts away, making it difficult to focus. It is a constant reminder that Mattia still has something I don’t. Biological or not, Ermanno remains the man who raised him. He is still his father.
“What?” I furrow my brows, absentmindedly sliding the whiskey glass back and forth on the table. It gives me something to focus on.
“I believe it’s time for our family to have a new don. It’s time for me to retire,” Ermanno states.
In my mind, I retreat to the place where Mattia lives. Some days, I feel myself slipping away, struggling to remember my identity. I have spent years training for this moment, studying Mattia’s every move and analyzing endless hours of surveillance footage to turn into him. I have changed the way I talk, walk, and think. The last one gets to me. The real me struggles inside, always trying to steer me away from the foolish decisions Mattia would make.
“What are you talking about?”