Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 11

"Matteo." I said quietly. I didn't want him  to stop. His touch felt good, and I won't lie.

"Answer my question if you want me to stop." He said as he cupped my face, so I stated in his ocean eyes.

What if I don't want to answer his question?

He came closer, and I felt something hard grinding against me in my lower region.

"Matteo." I moaned as my hands involuntarily touched his side, and damn was it hot. I felt his biceps, which seemed to flex when my skin made contact with it. That was a sexy move.

"Use your words, ragazza." He said as he pushed me on the bed, and I didn't even fight back. My body seemed to respond perfectly to him. Does he do this to every girl?

His hands were on the waistband of my pants, and I was on fire. How irritatingly sexy can he be?

"You're an." I trailed off as his hands went to the inner thigh of my pants. He was teasing.

"I can feel you getting wet, Kyla." He smirked, and I wasn't gonna let him have the satisfaction. His smirk snapped back to reality.

My hands went on to grab his manhood, from under the towel, and damn was it hard.

"I can feel your dick getting hard, ragazzo." I said as I wrapped my legs around his torso.

He looked surprised, and that gave me an opportunity to pull him on the bed using my legs and getting on top of him.

I straddled him, and damn did it feel good. He seemed to like it? I loved having control over him.

"You're not the only one with tricks, ragazzo." I said as I started to grind harder. I could see him trying to cover a groan.

"Kyla. You'll regret this." His tone was deadly, but his eyes showed pure lust. It was as if he enjoyed a challenge.

"Am I?" I said as I trailed my hands around his chest. Is it weird that I wanted to regret it?

"You are." He growled sexily and flipped us over. I was surprised at how much control he had. His touch was delicate and rough at the same time.

His hand was on the side of his towel, signaling he was ready to drop it. I was not ready to see what was underneath the towel. He saw my widened eyes, which made him smirk more.

"Okay. Okay." I said, stopping him.

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Matteo's P.O.V
Shit! She's so fucking annoying. She touched my dick and damn did I wanna take her there and then. Her touch was so delicate, and it was beginning to be addicting.

"What am I?" I demanded.

"An Uomo." She answered, and her voice sounded sexy.

"Good." I let her go, and I was wanting more of her touch.

She jumped out of bed and she strided to the door. She took one last look at me with an expression I could not decifer. She gave me a small smile, and that one action caused an increase in my heart rate. She never smiles, yet alone never even smirks a little, but he smile is beautiful.

She smelled so good that she smelled so natural and not like dumb perfumes that smell more of chemicals than fragrance.

She's bad. She's dangerous, and I love danger. I slept with my boxers, and I thought that being around Kyla is making me weak.

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I woke up in a slightly better mood than I've ever been. I jumped out of bed and I looked in the mirror, I looked like an idiot with that stupid smile on my face. I covered my smile with a nonchalant expression.