Page 64 of My Ghost

I stiffen.

“Shh,amore.Someday I’m gonna take that little ass of yours, and you’ll be mine, all of you.But for now, I need your tight pussy wet and dripping for me.”

“No…” I croak out.Not because I don’t want this, but because I don’t want to be his more than I already am.

He tightens his hand around my throat and circles his other hand to my front and starts to stroke my clit.My breath hitches.“Yes,” comes his low snarl.“You are mine, and you are going to show me what it means to be my good girl and take my cock.”

I feel my pussy getting wetter by the second, lost in the sensation of his fingers circling my clit and his words rasping against my ear.His fingers slide into me as he continues to rub my clit with his palm.“Good girl, so wet and ready for me,” he praises and I spiral further into lust, my breath coming out in ragged gasps and moans as I writhe against him, needing more friction, more of him.He picks up speed and I am coiling closer and closer to release.

“Matteo, please.”My hoarse plea makes him chuckle, the rumble low and rough against my back.

“What,amore?Tell me what you need.”

“You.I need you.”

“Do you now?”His voice is a low rasp against my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes, please.”He shifts and removes his finger.Then, in a single, hard thrust, he is buried deep inside me.“Oh God, yes.”I hear my husky moan.This feels so good.

Matteo is pushing inside me, spreading me wide with his hips, stretching me with his cock while he rubs my clit with one hand.He shifts his weight on his elbow of the other arm and moves his hand to my throat to encircle it, bending my head back.Then he pushes two fingers into my mouth.“Suck,amore.Show me how you want my dick in your mouth.”

I whimper and start to suck and lick his fingers, feeling him everywhere, inside me, over me, around me.His hard body pushes me further into the mattress, and his weight forces my pussy to rub harder against his hand.

“That’s it.”He groans against my ear.“Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.”

He syncs the movement of his hips with the thrusts of his fingers into my mouth, and I feel the familiar heat in my belly turning into a wildfire.It is too much, I am so close.Raw, scorching lust pulls me under and makes me delirious.My moans are muffled by his fingers and drowned out by the lewd, wet sounds of him pushing in and out of me.He is picking up speed, his thrust becoming less controlled as he pounds me into the mattress.He buries his face in my neck and scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin with a low growl and goosebumps erupt over my feverish skin.His cock is hitting that sweet spot just right and finally sends me flying over the edge.My climax crashes through me with enough force to make me see stars and I cry loudly around his fingers while my body convulses underneath him.

“That’s it,amore.Come for me, you’re so perfect,” Matteo rasps in my ear, hammering into me in earnest until he too, releases with a loud groan.His cock twitches and his cum shoots out in hot spurts, drawing out my orgasm.I shudder on and on, feeling his weight pushing me into the mattress, his hand cupping my pussy while his mouth sucks the tender skin of my neck.It’s overwhelming and mind-blowing.

When our quivers subside at last, Matteo shifts his weight, lying on his side and strokes my hair out of my face to kiss my temple.Then he stands and walks into the bathroom.After several seconds, he comes out with a damp washcloth and starts to clean my thighs with so much tenderness that my heart constricts.

When he lies back down, I am so exhausted that I can barely think, let alone talk.I let him gather me in his arms, his warmth and the scent of him enveloping me like a blanket.Just as sleep pulls me under, from the recess of my drowsy mind, I think I hear Matteo’s low whisper disrupting the silence in the room, his voice rough and laden with vulnerability.

“Stay…”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Matteo

The week has been taxing.Every goddamn lead I’ve chased ended in the same dead alley.I’ve grilled each dockworker one by one.But even under the strain of threats or promises, they all swear the same thing, that the cargo was approved.So I went higher up and interrogated the port authority director, the very man who owes us everything and knows exactly whose hand feeds him.But that’s where it stopped making sense.He said someone from our operation called him and told him to approve the shipment as per D’s order.He never checked the man’s identity, assuming the order came from one of the lieutenants.Someone used our name.Someone inside thefamigliagave that order, or someone familiar enough with our organization.Someone who thinks they can play fucking games in our city.

Luc sent men down to Naples, Florida, to follow the trail.But there, too, he hit a dead end.No traces of the cargos transiting through the private harbors.If the shipment went through there, someone cleaned up efficiently.Every hour without an answer winds me tighter, I’m this close to snapping.

Then there’sher.I have been returning home late every night, when Erin was already asleep.I tell myself it’s because I’m busy.But the truth is uglier.I’ve been avoiding her, avoiding her pleas to let her go.Because I am too much of a coward.Because every time she says those words, something dark and ugly coils inside me, choking me to the point where I can’t think straight.Because the freedom she wants is the only thing I can’t give her.So instead, I slip next to her sleeping form in the dead of night, pull her against me and let my hands speak the truth she refuses to hear.But it’s wearing me down not to see her, not to be near her every second of the day.The investigation has hit a dead end, and the distance between us is starting to feel like its own kind of punishment.

So I decide that enough is enough.It’s time to go back.Back to the office, back to her.Let the field team chase ghosts in Naples, I’ve got my own to deal with.

I let her work from the third floor again.I even let her move her station away from me to the window corner.She said she needed the distance to be efficient, to breathe.Fine, I let her, as long as I can see her.I want to prove to her that I can be civilized and accommodating, so I agreed to give her space to work.But the second she steps away from her desk, she’s mine.We argue like fire and gasoline, but when she’s in my arms, I burn hotter than I ever have in my life.Our chemistry is scorching and I am done pretending that I’m not craving to hold her, that I’m not dying to pin her to the nearest surface and make her forget her own name.

And I had come to believe that she trusted me.

However, what I saw today has proven me wrong.I am waiting for her to return from her coffee break with Allan and goddamn-Dave, another concession I made to prove to her that I am not a possessive asshole.Although that’s exactly what I am.

She steps into the office at last, a soft smile playing on her lips.The smile falters when she sees me sitting by the conference table, a tablet laid out in front of me.

Yeah, little ghost, you really think you can keep secrets from me?

I lean back in the chair, watching her freeze at the sight of me.