Twisted Deal

Chapter 4

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Matteo

I can see the surprise and shock in her emerald eyes, the way they widen as she takes in the enormity of my words. Her breathing quickens, and I notice the way her brown hair, cascading in soft waves down her back, seems to tremble slightly with her every breath. Her gaze flickers between the grandeur of the mansion and the intensity of my own, reflecting the fear and uncertainty she's trying so hard to conceal.

"Don't be shy, doll. I can see the questions in your eyes. I know what you're thinking." I step closer, my presence looming as I close the distance between us. Her heart is racing, and I can almost hear the frantic thoughts running through her head, the fear of what's to come. She's frightened, and I understand that she's imagining me taking her, overpowering her, claiming her right here in this grand hallway.

"You're wondering if I'm going to take you right here, on the floor. Like an animal." My voice is a low murmur, dripping with the satisfaction of knowing I've unsettled her. The words are meant to provoke, to make her confront the reality of her situation. I can see the way her body tenses, the way she struggles to maintain composure. This is all part of the game, and she's playing right into my hands.

"How...?" she begins, her voice trembling.

I lean in closer, my hand moving to gently cup her chin, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. The warmth of my touch contrasts sharply with the chill of her fear.

"Your expression gives you away," I murmur, my voice low and intimate. "I can see the fear in your eyes. I can see the way your lips quiver, the way your breathing quickens."

I run my thumb gently over her lower lip, feeling the subtle tremor beneath my touch. Her body shivers slightly, and I relish the way she responds to my proximity, the way my presence makes her pulse race. My voice drops to a deep whisper, the words meant to both comfort and unsettle her.

"I know what you're thinking... and what you want," I murmur, my lips brushing against her neck.

Her internal thoughts are clear, even if she doesn't voice them. I can sense the fear and dread in her, the anxiety about losing her innocence right here, right now. Her eyes widen with apprehension, and her breath comes in shallow, quick gasps. Despite her terror, there's an undeniable flicker of excitement beneath her anxiety. Her body betrays her true feelings; she shivers with each touch, her heartbeat a rapid thrum beneath my fingertips.

I let my lips linger against her neck, savoring the warmth radiating from her skin. My hand remains gently tilting her head upwards, making her exposed to my scrutiny. I can feel her pulse quickening with each passing moment, her body tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that betrays her true desires.

"You want me to take you, doll. Even if you're too afraid to admit it," I say softly, my voice a mixture of confidence and seduction.

I move my other hand to her hip, pulling her body even closer to mine. Her trembling is palpable, a mix of fear and undeniable longing. I can feel the heat of her skin, the way she presses against me, revealing her hidden desires. I know she wants me just as much as I want her.

My lips trace a slow, deliberate path from her neck to her jawline, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses. Each gentle touch of my lips elicits a shiver from her, her breath quickening in response. I can feel her body pressing closer to mine, the warmth of her skin melding with my own.

"You want to feel me, don't you?" I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. "You want me to claim you, to make you mine."

She protests, her voice trembling as she pleads with me, "Not on the floor, please. This will be my first time. You promised you'd be kind if I was a good girl. Wasn't I good for you?"