Matteo Raffaele Moretti (AO SERIES 1)

[Ch 6]

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He gripped my waist roughly, his hands pressing against my body with a force that sent a rush of heat through me. My hands trembled as I clutched his suit, but my body betrayed me, feeling the undeniable bulge pressing against me, even through the fabric.

It made me flush with discomfort—and something else, something that made my body react in ways I despised.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watched my angry expression.

"Muovi," he murmured in Italian, his voice low and commanding, guiding me to grind against him. My breath hitched.

"Stop it… ah," I pleaded, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened, forcing me closer.

"What if I don’t?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

His pace quickened, and I could feel his bulge pressing against me with each thrust, making my knees weak. I tried to hold it together, but the sensation overwhelmed me, and before I knew it, I came—shameful, uncontrollable—inside my panties.

His smirk grew wider, feeling the wetness, knowing exactly what had just happened.

Ang rupok ko talaga. Saan ba ako nagmana?

"I thought you were tough, Sera," he taunted.

"But you’re just a little shrimp."

Shrimp, na naman.

He moved back slightly, and my eyes widened when he grabbed a wallet from my pants. His eyes flicked to the hidden earpiece I’d been planning to use to gather intel on him, and a dark chuckle escaped his lips.

"Pensavi che potessi usare questa per ottenere informazioni da noi?"
(You thought you could use this to get information from us?)

I glared up at him, trying to hold onto some semblance of control.

"I have an IQ. I know where to hit you where it hurts," I snapped, but his words pierced deeper than I cared to admit.

His voice dropped to a low growl, "Shrimp, I have IQ too. I know exactly where to fuck you until you can’t think anymore."

Heat spread through me at his words, and I hated how my body seemed to react, betraying me further. But I held my ground, keeping my expression cold.

Without warning, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me as though I weighed nothing, and I couldn't stop the flutter in my chest at the power he exuded. He took me upstairs to the guest room, throwing open the door before slamming me down onto the bed.

"This is where you belong, Sera," he said, his tone icy and final. His eyes were colder than I’d ever seen them, but there was something else lurking beneath that chill—a possessiveness, a darkness that only fueled my anger. He turned and left without another word, but the door slammed shut behind him, echoing through the silence of the room.

I stood and slammed my fist into the door, shouting obscenities at the top of my lungs, cursing everything—my situation, him, this absurd marriage. I couldn’t stop myself. The anger boiled over until I finally sank to the floor, my body exhausted from the outburst.