I’M LYING IN bed late that night, still reeling from everything that happened earlier today. Mateo killed a man for touching me, for hurting me. He risked his business, everything, even his own life for me.
I know it’s wrong, and maybe I’m sick, I don’t know, but the way Mateo protects me turns me on. I’ve been lying here, waiting for him to finish up his shower, my clit throbbing at just the thought of him touching me with those bloody, murderous hands. Oh god, maybe I’m losing my mind. I can’t help how I feel, however. My thighs are so slick from my arousal; it’s almost embarrassing.
The rational side of my brain is telling me that I’m taking my power back. I’m choosing who takes my virginity. Living in this dangerous, foreign land surrounded by bad men, I could lose my innocence at any point unwillingly. At least this way I get the choice. And I’d rather lose it by my own volition than by force from a total stranger.
And so, when Mateo climbs into bed, I can’t stop myself from inching closer to him in the darkness. He’s on his side, facing me, and I slowly press my backside against him.
His body goes rigid, stilling to the point where I wonder if he’s even breathing. “What are you doing, Aria?” he asks in a growl, his warm breath caressing my neck and sending a shiver through me. “Are you burning up with fever again?” he accuses.
“No,” I whisper. Gathering up all the courage I can muster, I grind my ass against his hardening length.
His hand immediately goes to my hip, clutching it in a bruising grip. “I only have so much restraint, cariño,” he breathes. “So, if you tempt me too much, know that I won’t be able to stop…no matter how much you beg,” he threatens.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I tell him.
In a sudden movement, he flips me onto my back, causing me to cry out in surprise as he pins me to the mattress, his hard length pressing up against my bare pussy.
Reaching over, he turns on the lamp beside the bed and stares down at me in awe in the soft light. “You’re wearing one of my shirts.” Then his eyes drag down the length of my body, and he corrects himself by saying, “You’re only wearing one of my shirts.”
It was a last-minute decision on my part. When I was getting ready for bed, I grabbed one of his black t-shirts that I found in the back of the closet. It smells like him, and the scent made me feel safe.
Mateo breathes in deeply and then lets out a low hiss. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.”
I lick my lips, and his dark eyes track the movement.
“This is your last chance to tell me no, Aria,” Mateo warns. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll go back to bed and we’ll pretend none of this happened.”
I know I should tell him no. I should tell him to stop. But I can’t. I blame all of my decisions tonight on temporary insanity fueled by everything that transpired today. I can worry about everything tomorrow. But for tonight, I want him. I need him. Damn the consequences and regret I might be feeling later.
“I want you, Mateo,” I whisper.
His eyes close as if he’s savoring my words. And when his eyes open once more, I can see the fire inside of them; like two endless molten lava pools of desire. “I need to taste you again, mi pequeña cautiva,” he rasps.
Heat pools between my legs from his dirty words. “What does mi pequeña cautiva mean?” I ask, desperate to know the answer.
“It means…my little captive.”
Oh god, why does that turn me on?
Gripping my hips, he lifts my lower half off the bed, and then he dives between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit. I choke out a cry of surprise and then moan in pleasure. From this angle, I’m wide open for him, and I can see every little thing he does to me. The sight is so erotic that it has my heart stuttering inside my chest.
“I’ve been craving your taste ever since that night at the club,” he confesses before he licks me from ass to clit, sending tiny electric shocks to every nerve ending in my body. His thick finger circles my entrance before dipping into my channel, testing, teasing as his tongue flattens over my clit, licking, sucking.
My head thrashes from side to side at the indescribable amount of pleasure he’s giving to me. “Mateo!” I cry out.
His name escaping my lips seem to please him, because he growls low in his throat, sending a vibration straight to my swollen little nub. My thighs begin to quiver in his grip, and the orgasm washes over me before I can even prepare for it. With a choked cry, my back arches, pushing me harder against his talented mouth. I almost scream as he tortures my clit with his mouth, wringing out every ounce of pleasure he can while I ride out the violent waves, unabashedly bucking against his face.
With a final lick, he tells me, “You taste so sweet. Just like heaven.” Releasing me, I plop down on the bed as he places kisses on my inner thighs. Then, his eyes meet mine. “I need to see you, Aria. All of you,” he says, desperation dripping from his tone as he reaches for hem of the shirt, gripping it in his hands and ripping it. I gasp as the material tears easily in his strong hands all the way up to the collar, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable underneath my captor.
His intense gaze drifts lazily over my naked body, taking in every detail. And then his tongue drags over his bottom lip as he hums in approval.
Self-doubt begins to creep in, and I quickly grab the remnants of the shirt, pulling it together as best I can, hastily trying to cover myself.
Mateo clicks his tongue in displeasure. “You are the most beautiful fucking creature I’ve ever seen on this earth, Aria. Don’t ever hide from me,” he says vehemently. “Let me see you.” And then he adds, “Please,” his voice strained, raw and deep.
I stare at him, searching his face for any signs of deception. After finding nothing there, I slowly strip out of what’s left of the t-shirt, tossing it aside before lying down again. My chest rises and falls quickly as my breathing becomes unsteady while he stares down at me with a predatory gaze.
Lying down beside me, Mateo gently trails a finger along my hip and then over my stomach, circling my bellybutton. I shudder beneath his demanding touch. Gently, he cups my breast, thumbing over my nipple until it’s taut. And then he leans down, capturing the stiff peak inside his hot, wet mouth. The feeling is so intense. He takes his time with each one of my breasts, sucking, licking and biting until I’m writhing under him. Oh my god, I think I could come just from this.
“You’re close again, aren’t you?” he whispers before returning his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard. I moan, my body becoming rigid as small tremors erupt inside of me. His hand cups me between my legs, and he grinds his palm against my clit, the added friction drawing out my orgasm as I shudder under him.
Mateo laves his tongue over my breast as he watches me with an intense gaze. “You’re so responsive,” he breathes against my skin. “Fuck, I love that.”
I watch as he climbs off the bed, unfolding his tall form as he stands at full height. Reaching down, he grabs the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulls them down, revealing a thick, hard cock curving up to his ridged, tattooed-covered abdomen.
I gasp in surprise. I haven’t seen a lot of dicks in my lifetime, and my limited knowledge is mostly from porn, but his is huge. Long and thick and perfect, but…so, so big. And suddenly, the achy want and need I had earlier to feel him inside of me is replaced by pure, undiluted fear.
Mateo notices the change in my demeanor, and he narrows his intense gaze on me. “What’s wrong, Aria?” he asks before getting back on the bed and kneeling between my thighs.
“You’re not going to fit,” I utter in a panic. “You’re too big.” I scramble away from him, digging my heels into the bed and pushing until my back hits the headboard.
A dark chuckle rumbles low in his chest. Well, I’m glad he finds this amusing at least.
I cry out when Mateo snatches my ankle, wrapping his hand around it and dragging me down the length of the bed until I’m right back where I was before. “Trust me, cariño, I will fit,” he assures me with a confident smirk. “Relax,” he murmurs before notching his cock at my entrance.
Clamping my eyes shut, I brace myself for the pain that I will ultimately feel. I expect him to push inside, roughly, with no warning, but he doesn’t. Instead, he softly drags the crown of his cock up and down my slit before he rocks in and out of my channel, shallowly, teasing all of my nerve endings until I can feel my pussy practically flooding around his cock. Slowly, I open my eyes and watch in awe as he reaches down, his thumb circling my clit and bringing me to the brink of mind-numbing pleasure with the combined sensations.
“You’re so nice and wet for me,” he hisses through clenched teeth as he dips the crown inside of me once more. “Your greedy, little pussy wants to take all of me.”
He continues to tease me, rubbing his cock all over my pussy and clit before pushing inside, giving me only an inch at a time before pulling out again. He repeats the action over and over again, taking me right to the precipice but not letting me fully topple over the edge until I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. “Please,” I finally plead, and I don’t know whether I’m begging for him to stop or for him to take me and put me out of my misery.
His dark eyes meet mine. Perhaps he can sense my internal conflict, because he says, “Tell me what you want, Aria.”
“I…I need you inside of me. Please, Mateo!” I nearly shout.
“Mmm,” he grunts. “My new favorite sound is you begging for my cock, Aria.” Then, he tenderly grips my hip and stares down at me. “This is going to hurt, cariño, but only for a moment. I promise,” he tells me before he drives his hips forward, entering me and tearing through my virginity.
I whimper from the sudden sensation, but the pain is brief, just like he said it would be. Mateo’s eyes roll in the back of his head before he focuses on me with a lustful gaze. He grabs my hip and pulls me closer. “So tight. So wet,” he breathes. His hips flex as he begins to fill me inch by glorious inch.
The intense pleasure mixed with pain as my body desperately tries to adjust to his girth feels so wrong but so damn good. My head falls back as I let out a soundless scream.
“Open up for me, Aria. Be a good girl and take every inch of my cock,” he demands.
It feels like he’s trying to destroy me, but then I notice a bead of sweat is on his forehead. He’s restraining himself, taking his time to make sure he’s not hurting me. I didn’t know my captor was capable of being gentle. And for some reason, it makes me want this even more. I force myself to try to relax, slowly breathing in and out.
When Mateo is finally buried inside of me to the hilt, he groans low and deep. “That’s it. Such a good fucking girl,” he rasps.
I’m practically melting from his words. Hearing this normally rough and guarded man praise me and be tender does strange things to me. I thought our first time together would rough and over quickly, but now I see that he has other plans. The fact that he’s not trying to hurt me or scare me away speaks volumes. Mateo wants my first time to be pleasurable. Maybe even memorable. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but I’m just going to blame it on the endorphins clouding my judgment.
“I’m gonna move now, cariño,” Mateo warns, holding me by the hips as he withdraws partway before plunging back in with a hard thrust, causing me to gasp. “Fuck, your pussy was made for me,” he murmurs.
With a low groan, he cages me in under him, securing his weight on his muscular, tattooed forearms planted on either side of my head. Mateo’s dark eyes stare down at me, and we share this intense connection in that moment that I’ve never had with anyone before. It’s like he’s looking through me into my very soul. It thrills me but scares me all at the same time.
When my tongue darts out to moisten my lips, Mateo watches the movement with rapt attention. “Kiss me, corazón,” he pleads, and there’s a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
Corazón? That’s different from what he usually calls me. I absently wonder what it means. But all my thoughts go right out the window when his mouth suddenly crashes down on mine, stealing the breath right from my lungs. He tastes like mint from his toothpaste with a hint of tobacco, and it drives me insane. His tongue urges my lips open, and I willingly grant him access. His tongue strokes against mine, swallowing my moans as he flexes his hips, taking everything he wants all at once. I can taste myself on his tongue, and the erotic combination of both of us is intoxicating.
My hands explore his muscular back, and I feel the roughness of his skin under his tattoos. Scars, I realize. I don’t get to touch him long before he suddenly breaks the kiss and pulls back, kneeling between my thighs once again. Gripping my hips, he drags my pussy down onto his cock. This new angle hits a sweet spot inside me that I never knew existed before, and I groan out loud at the new, overwhelming sensation.
He stares down at our connection, his thumb circling my clit as his thick cock pumps in and out of me. My pussy clenches uncontrollably around him as an orgasm begins to unfurl deep within my belly. It all feels like it’s too much. Like I’m dangling on the edge of a cliff, about to fall to my demise.
“Please, please,” I beg. “I’m scared,” I confess as my gaze meets his.
“Don’t be scared, corazón. Just let go. Allow yourself to feel…everything…I’m giving to you,” Mateo says in between thrusts.
I moan in desperation as my climax washes over me suddenly and violently. My legs begin to tremble until my toes curl and my entire body trembles under him.
“Dios mío. Come for me, mi pequeña cautiva,” Mateo hisses as my pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice. He continues fucking me relentlessly, pumping brutally into my pussy, and I meet him thrust for thrust, prolonging my pleasure as I cry out his name.
Mateo leans down, caging me in once more, his lips finding mine as he fucks me. Hard. Gone is the tender lovemaking from before. I wrap my hands around his biceps, feeling his body shuddering with the need to come as he ravages me with his cock.
Suddenly, he pulls his mouth away from mine, his breathing ragged. His entire body trembles as he buries himself into my pussy one last time. And then he lets out a primal roar as he releases inside of me.
His hair falls rebelliously over his chocolate eyes as he trails kisses across my face and lips. Then, he slowly pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me. He whispers something in his native tongue. I don’t understand a word of it, but the grin on his face is pretty telling. He enjoyed our first time together as much as I did.
I relax next to him, my whole body aching but sated, with my brain swimming in a fog of endorphins. I never knew sex would feel like that. I’ve heard my girlfriends talk about it before, bragging how good it is with their boyfriends, but I doubt if they’ve ever gone through what I just did. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. A spiritual awakening of sorts.
My bliss is short-lived, however, when I glance over at Mateo’s softening cock and stare at our mixture of juices…and my blood. He didn’t wear a condom. We weren’t safe, and I’m not even on the pill.
The harsh reality of the situation crashes down around me, and the overpowering feeling of regret hits me so violently just then that I almost double over from the phantom pain. I just willingly gave my virginity to my captor, and I could end up pregnant with his baby.
What have I done?
