=Olivia==
Why did I keep doing this to myself. Why? Someone please tell me. Right now, my lips were locked on Matteo's. Again.
Matteo had me around his finger, and like a puppet I couldn’t help but play by his strings. My back was slammed against the wall, and his whole body faced me. I was a mess. Mourning helplessly. There was no way I could contain it. I wanted this to stop, but at the same time I wanted to keep it going. My moans rang across the room. His kisses worked on my lips, my neck and my navel.
The sound his kisses made got to me. It made me groan harder. I shut my eyes, and my lips. Okay, girl. You can fight this. You can. Who was I kidding? Of course, I had no chance in containing the burning passion in me.
“I want you. I want you to be mine,” his gruff voice washed ove
