𝘐𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

Chapter. 25

Spinning me around to look down at me.

"What if Noah's looking for us?" I asked, worries.

"He's not."

I furrowed my brows and relaxed my hands on his biceps. Worrying about everything that could go wrong.

"Okay.. I'm excited to meet your family." I piped up, a small smile on my lips.

"You shouldn't, my mama's a bit.. overbearing. She's nice just.. honest. Don't take what she says to heart-Vee will like you."

"Vee?"

"My sister, Viola. You met Stella, her mum. She likes all that girly shit you do, she'll probably ask you to get your nails done with her or go shopping or some shit."

I grinned at his attempted to understand his sister.

"What about your dad?" I asked.

"He's not." He sighed, gently bringing my head to his chest so my cheek laid on his bicep.

"He just-he's rough. He's own way-ed-"

"Like you?"

"I'm not rough." He spoke sternly.

I laughed out loud, pushing away from him.

"Says the guy who left bruises on my waist."

He smirked, bringing his pointer and thumb fingers to pinch my chin up to him.

"I can make some more.. only if you'd like."

I took in a deep breath, feeling his gaze fill up my body. Mainly deep in my stomach, drenching my panties.

"Fuck you."

He smirked, pulling my lips harshly to his.

His large hands forced my back to the wall, his left hand cupped the area around my stitches, making sure it didn't bang on the wall.

His lips left mine as he bent down, on his knees.

"Matteo-" I breathed.

His head disappeared under my dress and this is when I felt his warm breath on my clothed wetness.

Fuck me.

His fingers pulled down my red panties, letting them rest at my ankles. I captured my lip between my teeth. His mouth pressed soft, airy kisses to my thighs.

"Mhm." I hummed.

"So wet." His words making me shiver.

It was so wrong, so fucking wrong of both of us. But somehow the twisted thrill of us sneaking around made it ten times funner for me.

His lips attached to my throbbing pussy.

I could feel his tongue running down my folds, making its way inside of me. The way he folded his tongue in certain ways he knew would make me fold caused me to melt even further.

My knees began to shake. I bunched up my dress to my waist and pressed my palms into his luxurious head of curls.

"Matteo-" I begged, feeling every muscle straining in my body.

"Fuck."

I bucked my hips foreword into his mouth, squinting my eyes painfully closed. My breathing heaved, my chest rising and falling faster than ever before.

I sucked in a hard breath.

My stomach tore apart, burning and aching.

My pores sweat filled.

I somehow managed to press his tongue down in a spot that made me crumble.

I squeezed and pulled on his curls, pressing his head as far as I could into me.

I let out strings of strangled moans and groans.

I felt his smirk into me, lapping up every bit of juice that had been left in me.

He departed and stared up at me.

"Fuck you." I panted.

"I know you want to but not now." He teased. I kicked his thigh while he chuckled, wiping his lips with his fingers.

He fixed my dress and smoothed down my hair.

I laid against the wall tired and lifeless.

"Perk up." I felt his shoe kick my shin.

I bent down to pull my underwear up as he smirked.

"You go first."

I nodded while discreetly opening the door and stepping down the aisle. A breath in my lungs being let out when I found Noah still asleep.

I slid past him into my seat.

Staring at his sleeping self.

I was disgusted.

He needed a girl a loyal girl, not a whore.

I caressed his hair, rubbing my finger over his soft, supple lips. His eyes fluttered open, I pulled my hand back before he grabbed it. Pressing my warm skin to his lips with a smile.

"Hi."

"Hi."

It broke me.

His thumb rubbed against my palm.

"You're so beautiful." He beamed.

I grinned.

I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve him.