Page 31 of Dare To Free Us
“Yes, I am.”
I scoffed and leaned back. “I just whispered in your ear that I’m not wearing a bra or panties and you didn’t even twitch.”
His eyes raked the front of me as heat built in their depths. The silk was way too thin and form fitting to allow for underwear.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to behere.”
“Ok. I’m here, I swear.”
I arched a brow at him. “Then prove it.”
“How?”
“Not going to tell you that. You figure out a way.”
His eyes hardened on me. I glared back. If he thought I was going to make it easy on him he was in for disappointment. After a moment he reached into his pocket and handed his phone to Steven— who of course was stalking us.
“No more distractions,” he said with confidence.
I smiled in approval. I knew that was hard for him. Matteo leaned in and kissed me. At first it was mild, but turned spicy once Matteo tilted my head back and kissed me like no one was watching.
By the time he let me up for air I was panting. Those hormones were surfacing in a different way. My body came alive as Matteo brushed his hands up and down my sides, proving to himself I was indeed bare under my dress. The silk brushed against my skin making me gasp as my center buzzed with want.
My father announced the start of the live auction and people turned to face the stage, leaving us in the background. “Why don’t we go home? Where I can be more… focused on you.”
“No,” I answered with much regret. “These functions mean a lot to my parents, I want to stay and support them. I know they appreciate it.” I’d already bought a few things at the silent auction and drove up the price on several others, but the live auction was where the big bucks came in and I planned to do the same.
Matteo’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, then his gaze skipped around the room, lingering on dark corners and hallways.
“Oh no,” I said, shaking my head. “We are not sneaking off. We are staying in this room so I can spend lots of money for a good cause.”
Something sparked in Matteo’s eyes. Challenge, and a whole lot of mischief. “Let’s make a deal?”
“Okaaaay.”
“We’ll stay in this room until you are ready to leave. And I’ll only ask you once if you are ready.”
I felt a bit of uneasiness stir in my chest. “Uh, deal.”
Matteo was up to something. He nodded and turned me in his arms so we could both face the stage in the distance. We were at the back of the room, staring at the back of everyone’s heads.
I relaxed when Matteo put his arms around my waist and pulled me in tight. His hands were nowhere sexual, just holding snug around my stomach. I settled in, ready to watch rich people spend tens of thousands of dollars on items that cost a fraction of that for a good cause, even if some in attendance— like Matteo— didn’t make all their money honestly.
Then Matteo’s lips brushed my ear. “When I get you home, I’m going to peal this dress off and lick you from head to toe. I’ll tie your wrists to the corner posts, just how you like. You’ll be helpless, and all mine.”
I gasped, but kept my focus forward, doing my best to not move my head as I searched for anyone who might have heard. I raised my hand to make a bid on the vase up at the podium.
“I can’t wait to taste you, fuck you with my tongue until you can’t possibly take anymore.” I let the vase go to someone else. “Make you writhe and grind into my face.” Matteo’s hot breath tickled the spot behind my ear.
My breathing was becoming erratic. I was wet already as heat spread across my chest and built in my core. I pressed back with my butt to feel Matteo’s erection growing. His hot minty breath hung in the air, while he caressed the shell of my ear with his soft lips.
“Do you want me to tell you what I will do next?”
I nodded eagerly. Everyone's focus was forward and I prayed it stayed that way, because I had a feeling I looked like a hot mess with parted lips and flushed skin from cheeks to chest.
For the next ten minutes I became a bomb ready to explode. Matteo’s words described in great detail what he would do to me. His language got dirtier as the minutes ticked by, my heart pounded faster and faster. I couldn’t bring myself to bid on anything else, too nervous about bringing attention to us.