Matteo's Rapture

There's nothing Emma Chassèriaux can do to escape Matteo Lucchese, he'll make sure of it. After all, someone has to pay, right?

"You're sick in the head, Matteo." My voice is thick with emotion, with vulnerability. How fucking dare he. "And you're delusional if you think I want anything to do with you after what you just did."

He's quite the sight right now, composed but teetering on the edge. I can tell by the slight twitch in his left eye. His breath fans across the tip of my nose as he leans down, eyes flickering back and forth between my pupils shrewdly. "I own you, Emmy. It doesn't really matter what you fucking want." I'm tempted to pull my chin out of his grip when he suddenly grasps it firmly, his thumb digging into the side of my jaw.

"When I tell you to jump, your only response should be 'How high, Matteo?'"