Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nap while my little girl helps me with these orders over here?” Matteo asks me.

“No, that’s okay,” I give him the practiced answer I’ve been giving everyone else when they offer to help me. I should go home anyway. The bar is starting to fill up.

“Zoe.” He pins with his brown eyes. “Go upstairs and take a nap. Please,” he commands me, and I find myself sliding off the stool despite my earlier answer.

“Okay, are you sure, though?”

“Yes.” His eyes are still on me, now growing darker. “Fuck,” he utters under his breath at the same time as his hand moves to his crotch, adjusting his suddenly tented pants. “Your obedience turns me on just as much as your violence,” he groans but my mouth drops open.

Why does he keep saying things like that?

“Zoe.” My name tumbles out of his mouth low and sexy with a slight note of a threat. “Are you trying to kill me, Sunshine? Or are you looking to get your mouth stuffed with my cock?”

My eyes snap to his.

No, no I wasn’t looking for that, but suddenly I really want that. I want to feel him slip past my lips as I wrap them firmly around his swollen head. I want to drag my tongue over the full length of him, down to his heavy balls. I want him down my throat, so deep I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I want him to spill his cum down it too.

I’m still lost in my thoughts, visualizing him fucking my mouth rough—like he likes—when I hear a long groan and a huge, warm chest crushes against me, with strong arms wrapping tightly around my neck and ass holding on to me like a savage with his prey. Matteo’s breathing is just as rugged as mine, his lips a breath from mine but not touching when I want them to—no, need them to—kiss me. Ravage me. Take me.

“You don’t understand what you do to me.” His eyes are wild, mad and a bit pained. “I exist for you.”

“Matteo.”

“What, Beastie?”

“Why aren’t you kissing me?” I don’t know why I just asked that.

I don’t want him to kiss me. I made the rule that he can’t. So, why does it feel like I will die without his lips right now?

His lips curve up into a small—yet disgustingly smug—smile, and he whispers into my ear, “Beg, Zoe.”

“W-what?”

“Don’t you remember? I’m not allowed to kiss you but I’m all for breaking rules. I only need a bit of…let’s call it motivation.” The hand on my ass, squeezes harder as he pushes us closer together. Fusing our bodies.

“And me begging will motivate you?”

“Oh, baby, it just might make me come in my pants like a fucking rookie.” Matteo drags the tip of his nose through my neck, from the curve up to my ear and a shudder passes through me and I feel his cock thickening even more against my lower belly.

I did that? I did that to this man who could have anyone, yet for some reason wants me. But it will pass. His infatuation with me will run its course and I’ll be left a broken mess again, right?

Then why does it get harder and harder to keep persuading myself in that? Why do I run out of my bedroom each morning as fast as I can just to see him? To make sure he hasn’t left yet and when my eyes land on now a very normal routine of Matteo talking to Mellie as they cook breakfast together, it feels right. So, so right, it scares me further more.

Yeah, I’m fucking coward.

“I can’t.” I make myself say and just as fast as he slammed into me, Matteo steps away, taking all the warmth away with him, getting back to work like nothing happened.

I am still trying to rein myself in—and figure out if I’m making the right decision here—when Matteo simply says, “Let’s continue the game.”

“What game?” If he means the one about kissing, I’m not playing. Because if he pushes just a bit more, I’ll break and fail at level one.

“Never have I ever.”

Great, now I’m disappointed it’s not the kissing one. Way to go, Zo.

“Fine.” I slide back onto the stool, still trying to rein myself in but now it’s not the unleashed lust, but rather my irrational irrationality.

“Never have I ever had sex in the shower.”