Obsession

Chapter 36

Matteo's hand tightens around her neck, he's tugged down to Aniyah, her lips on his and her tongue unwillingly in his mouth.

His hand moves to her hip, sliding under her t-shirt to rest right above her ass. She grabs his wrist, flinging his hand off her.

Placing her hand on his chest, she shoves him back, pulling her jumper over her head. He steps closer to her, his hand now on the side of her face.

Their lips connect again, engaging in a rough, assertive kiss. Aniyah's hands travel under his shirt, rubbing her hands over his chest.

Matteo scraps his jacket and takes off his top with the help of Aniyah. He picks her up by her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist and sitting her on the edge of the desk.

She presses her palm to his neck, gaining space from him. Biting the edge of her lip she scans his body.

"I hate you."

He smirks, sliding something across the desk from behind her. He grips the handle of her gun, his finger teasing the trigger.

"Want to repeat that?"

"The safety's on." She gulps, her eyes glancing between the gun and his eyes.

"And you left a gun out in the open." Nudging her chin up with the gun, he bites back a smile at her agitated look. "So you hate me?"

"Yes."

Grabbing her chin to keep her head in place, he lifts her top with the tip of the gun, exposing her stomach. Chucking the gun on the desk, his teeth dig into his bottom lip.

Aniyah unwraps her legs from Matteo. Using her foot to push him back, she jumps of the desk, strolling away from him.

Bending down to retrieve something from her bag, she shivers at the contact of Matteo's fingers brushing over the skin that's exposed on her back. He hooks his fingers under her top and helps her out of it.

He discards her t-shirt on the floor, wanting to rip off the rest of her clothes but she isn't making it the easiest job.

Pinning her down on the bed, her rose toy drops out of her hand and onto the mattress. He leans over her, his lips locking onto hers into a messy kiss while he works on loosening her drawstring.

Pulling the hair on the back of his head, Aniyah smiles into the kiss when she hears a groan from Matteo.

His kisses leave wet hickies down her jaw and neck, along her collarbone and chest. Unclipping her bra from the back, Matteo moves her higher on the bed, following right after her.

He's in between her legs, their crotches brushing and chests close. Aniyah lifts her hips up, letting Matteo know to remove her joggers.

"Mhm, fuck." Aniyah whimpers, biting her lip to contain her noises as Matteo's teeth graze over her nipple piercing.

Running his hands over her thighs, he kneels on the bed in front of her.

Everything he ever remembers about her is still as perfect, or even more so than a few weeks ago. It's as if the whole fantasy of her through these couple of weeks was an underestimate of his current experience. Seeing her up close and in a more relaxed mood felt more natural for him.

"Matteo." She whines, trying to urge him to touch her by guiding his hand closer to her panties.

"No." He says sternly, climbing back on the bed to intertwine their fingers and hold her arms above her head. "You took your time, so isn't it fair I take mine?"

Aniyah can't focus on his words because her mind is hazy, Matteo's erection is visible through his pants and is slightly touching her leg.

Taking a ragged breath in, her heart beats faster out of her chest at the soft touch of his fingers on her inner thigh.