Forbidden Desire 18+

Chapter Twenty Two

ISABELLA MATTIA

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I'm handed back one of my test papers. 90%. I'm over the moon. I thought I was going to fail this class and here I am, holding my test paper with two fat numbers on it. I can't stop grinning, ear to ear.

I glance around the classroom to find my fellow classmates with faces like thunder. My eyes scan over their papers to find marks 50 and below. My throat tenses. Holy shit. I did so well. God. I'm so proud of myself. I worked so hard.

A hand wraps around my abdomen from behind, a large hand splaying across my stomach in a slow motion. I twist my head to find Elio's large body towering over mine from behind. At this angle he looks like an absolute God. Those eyes. Oh fuck. Those gorgeous green eyes that make me lose my train of thought.

"You did so well, Isabella," Elio's voice floats through my ears darkly. "Look at you. Look at how hard you work."

I rest my head back onto his chest and suppress a moan when his lips meet my neck. It's barely a kiss but it feels like everything. My mouth trembles at the sensations that rocket through my body, intoxicating my mind and soul.

"Yeah," I whisper. "I did."

Elio's mouth leaves an open kiss on my pulse, I jolt but he draws me closer to him. Impossibly closer. I breathe out loudly and shudder when he dips his hand beneath my t-shirt and traces my skin with his fingertips.

"Elio, everyone can see."

"We're alone."

And like that the room dissolves into nothing. We're actually alone. An empty space.

"God, I want to taste you."

My thighs pinch together. I would be a liar if I said I wouldn't want him between my legs. Buried in my core and licking every inch of my pussy. Oh fuck. I quiver. I moan.

"Naughty thoughts, sunshine," he smirks against my neck. "Do you think about me a lot?"

"Yes," I nod, unable to keep it to myself.

He nips at the sensitive flesh on my neck and I grab onto his wrist that is under my t-shirt, still tracing shapes over my stomach. "Y-You're never this soft with me," I whisper under a breath.

Elio hums. "I have different sides to me, Isabella. Don't forget that."

"Show me more of those sides," I beg. "I want more."

"Greedy little thing," he rasps in my ear. "I love how much you want to obey me."

I press my lips together and nod slowly. "I do. I want to please you. I love pleasing you."

"I know, sunshine." He chuckles darkly. "I know."

"Then do something," I plead, on the edge of moaning.

He laughs against my neck. "Oh baby, you have no idea of the filthy things I have in store for yo–

My eyes ping open to a dark room. I sit up in my bed and press a hand to my chest. My heart pounds against my ribcage and I take a few shallow breaths. There is wetness between my legs. I groan softly.

Since Elio tied me to my hoop and fucked my face, I've been having these dreams non-stop. Except I've never seen a soft side to his personality, especially not the ones where he holds me and he whispers things in my ear that make me question my entire existence.