Matteo (Dark Erotic Mob Romance) (Rossi Family Book 1) (5 page)

Pushing the heavy door open, I was assaulted with a scent that made my nose wrinkle and eyes water. There were numerous chairs that lined either side of the room with women in them chatting to the people who appeared to be doing their hair. Matteo was talking to a woman behind a large counter.

The chime from the door announced my arrival and he turned to me, holding out a hand. My eyes bounced from his hand to his face a few times before I placed mine into his.

“Meet Gia. She is here for a Brazilian and a cut,” Matteo informed the woman, who nodded and smiled.

“Follow me, please,” she said in a chirpy voice before heading toward the back of the room.

Matteo pulled me along after her. She opened a door to reveal a bed covered in a white sheet.

“Undress from the waist down and lie on your back. Sarah will be right with you.” Then she closed the door and left us alone in the room.

I climbed on the bed and pulled my dress up. Since I still didn’t have any panties to wear, it made the whole getting-naked-from-the-waist-down thing easy. I clenched my hands in the bunched material to hide their tremors. The room didn’t appear to be a torture chamber, but looks can be deceiving.

A soft, single knock sounded on the door before a woman I assumed was Sarah entered. She gave a surprised glance toward Matteo but didn’t say anything. Instead, she prepped a few things on the small counter before turning to me.

“Put the bottoms of your feet together and let your legs fall apart,” she instructed.

I did as she asked and closed my eyes to fight back the embarrassment that flared through me. My most intimate spaces were wide open for a complete stranger, but I quickly forgot that when I felt a hot, sticky material spread over one side of my labia.

“Here we go.” was all the warning Sarah gave before yanking the wax off me, taking along with it a portion of my pubic hair and most definitely a layer or two of skin.

Clenching my eyes, I prayed it would be over soon and that I didn’t cry out in pain. Surely that would displease Matteo, so I clenched my jaw and held back every yelp that wanted to escape as she repeatedly applied warm wax to my sensitive tissues, then yanked it off with no mercy.

Just when I thought it had to be over, she told me to pull my knees to my chest, which I did without hesitation. When her gloved hand pulled one of my cheeks open and warm wax was applied around my bum hole, my eyes flew open and I met Matteo’s glimmering ones. He apparently was enjoying watching me struggle. She’d been careful around the end of the butt plug that was still in, but she didn’t say anything about it. 

“Last one,” Sarah finally said, and I let out a tense breath. At least the back one didn’t seem nearly as bad as all the other ones had. She patted the back of my thigh with her gloved hand. “All done, sweetie. You did well.”

“Uh… thanks,” I said, not sure if it was the right thing to say or not. Matteo simply smiled at me.

Sarah left us, and I climbed off the table. The butt plug jostled and my new baby-smooth lips slid against each other, creating a whole new world of sensation.

“That’s how I’ll expect you to be from now on. I don’t like hairy pussy and you won’t either if you know what’s good for you,” Matteo said before opening the door. With a hand on the small of my back, he led me to one of the vacant chairs, where I met Natalie, the woman who would apparently be cutting my hair.

Thankfully, Matteo talked quietly to her for a moment and then stepped away to let the woman work.

By the time she released me, I looked in the mirror and felt like I was looking at a totally new woman. She hadn’t cut off much from the length of my hair, but she’d given it shape and it looked much prettier even to me than it had before.

Matteo muttered his thanks to her, and we left without paying again.

I was starting to wonder how he got away without paying for anything. He’d never taken out a card or cash to pay for any of the clothing, nor had I seen him exchange payment for the wax or cut I’d received.

Back in the car, Matteo stripped off his jacket and I nearly gasped when I spotted leather straps that wrapped around the back of his body holding a gun snugly under each of his arms. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a man armed, but I hadn’t realized he had been toting around not one but two guns the entire day. It scared me.

Madam normally had a weapon on her body at all times as did the men that frequently showed up at her house, but I was never in close quarters or confined in a car with any of them.

“Stop staring at them or I’ll take one out and show you just how it works,” Matteo barked at me.

My head immediately snapped forward to stare at the back of the driver’s head. He wouldn’t do that, would he? Did he mean that he’d show me how it worked or point it at me and fire it?

I didn’t want to find out.

Chapter Five

Somehow I managed to make it through the rest of my first week in Matteo’s house without making a misstep. It was likely due to the fact that he left me alone in my room for most of the time. The older woman I’d met a few times brought me food three times a day and introduced herself as Aida. The first time she’d come into my room, she’d told me that I was free to walk around and do as I pleased for the rest of the day as long as I stayed in the bedroom. However, each day when she delivered my dinner, she’d tell me that Matteo was in the house again and might come looking for me.

I’d spend the evening hours lying on my bed in a set of the sexy underwear he’d bought me and hope he’d show up. He didn’t, not until late into the night and after I’d already fallen asleep.

Each night he’d whisper his apologies for not being able to spend more time playing with me, but that there was work to be done. He’d have sex with me and then leave without another word.

After five days of being locked in my room, I’d grown restless and realized how lazy a slave I’d become. At Madam’s, I’d had duties and other people to care for, so even if I didn’t venture far, I was kept busy. Sitting in my room, spacious as it was, was boring.

On the morning of day six, I begged Aida to give me something to do to keep busy. She’d rolled her eyes and told me what a naughty child I was, but thankfully she’d brought me laundry to fold.

It was that night that things changed, when I thought they couldn’t possibly get any worse; Matteo entered my room in a rage shortly after dinner.

“What makes you think you are worthy of doing something, anything, that I haven’t instructed you to do?” he yelled at me.

I lay in the bed with my legs spread just as I’d been instructed and fought the urge to sit up so I could face him.

“I’m sorry, Matteo. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just being locked up in this room all week is… boring.” My voice was small as I knew that I’d failed him once again.

“If I wanted you folding laundry I would’ve told you to do it. Instead you are begging other staff to give you stuff to do, since obviously you can’t be trusted to occupy yourself. Well, lucky for you, I have something for you to do tonight and something even more fun to keep your mind occupied for the next couple days,” he said, stomping over to the bed. Grabbing my ankle, he yanked me from the bed and didn’t even pause when I fell off the edge to land in a heap on the floor. “Stand up now and get downstairs in the sitting room. We have guests and you will be the entertainment, since you are so
bored
up here all alone.”

I pushed off the floor and tried to ignore the ache in my elbow and hip that had taken the brunt of my fall. I didn’t wait for further instructions and walked quickly out of the room, down the stairs and directly into the sitting room.

There were at least a dozen men there idly chatting until I entered, but I kept my head down and waited until Matteo joined me.

“On the table.
Now
,” he said from behind me. I took the couple steps until I was facing the couch and sat on the coffee table, the only table in the room. Matteo sat on the couch in front of me. “Gather ‘round, gentlemen. Here is our entertainment for the night.”

I swallowed the hard knot gathering in my throat as they made a circle around me.

“Lie back,
bella
. Put a foot on either side of me on the couch,” Matteo instructed me.

I lowered to my elbows before letting my head fall back off the table edge. After a moment to orient myself, I spread my legs and felt with my toes for the edge of the couch. My hip screamed out from the movement and my elbow wasn’t happy about the press of the hardwood, but I swallowed the unwanted pain.

Matteo’s hands cupped both my ankles, pulling them where he wanted them, so I was spread wide open on the table wearing nearly see-through panties and a barely-there bra.

Blood was rushing to my head, my breathing rushing in and out of my lungs as I tried to anticipate what was coming next.

Cold metal pressed against the insides of my thighs, not hard enough to tell me what it was but enough that it caused me to tense. The object moved from my leg to my stomach before sliding between my breasts to stop at the side of my neck.

Matteo leaned over me and forced me to meet his gaze when he palmed the back of my head. He showed me the blade briefly as he grinned before dropping my head. The cold blade slithered back over my body until it found the straps to my bra, cutting them free, followed by the center of the bra.

Another set of hands pulled the material away, revealing me to the rest of the room.

The blade continued down until it slid over my pussy. I couldn’t hold back the whimper that left my mouth. I was too scared to even shiver or tremor. Every part of my body was strained and tight as it tried not to move under the sharp object.

At my whimper, the men all laughed as if they enjoyed the sound of my suffering.

My fear only escalated when the blade disappeared completely, but it reappeared at the side of my panties before slicing them free.

It moved to the other side, except this time the cut wasn’t as shallow and nicked my hip as the material was torn.

I hissed in pain, but still didn’t move.

“Oops,” Matteo breathed a soft laugh before I felt his tongue flick over the wound. Just as quickly, he was gone again. “Gentlemen, help yourselves. No blood, no dicks, but enjoy.”

Matteo stayed between my thighs, but I was quickly distracted when a dozen hands landed on every part of my body.

Some pinched, some soothed, some simply held firm where they’d landed. It didn’t take long before two different men were sucking my nipples into their mouths roughly. One had thick, wiry facial hair that scraped and burned as he moved over my breast.

Fingers roughly pushed between my thighs and into my pussy. I was dry and not turned on at all by the group or situation, but that didn’t stop the owner of said fingers from plunging roughly in and out of me until my body responded on its own and provided a minimal amount of lubrication.

Another set of fingers played around my back hole before I felt a warm, wet sensation and realized someone was licking me there. That made me shiver as it brought back memories of the week before when Matteo had forced me to wear the butt plug. It was the only touch in the bunch that was slow, caressing, and teasing.

My attention was stolen away when the non-bearded man bit down hard around the nipple he’d been suckling on, forcing me to cry out.

It was then that I realized they were all murmuring in Italian between themselves. I’d assume about me and what they were doing, but I tried to tune them out, which wasn’t hard since I didn’t understand most of it. With so many hands, fingers and mouths on me I had plenty else to focus on.

Lips closed over mine and forced a sour-tasting tongue into my mouth. I fought a gag that rose at the flavor of the man, but his large hand cupped my jaw with brutal force, keeping me from pulling away or closing my mouth.

The tongue around my back hole penetrated me just barely and made my thighs tremble. I wasn’t ready for anything else there, but Matteo had said no dicks so hopefully they would listen to him. However, the mouth there was tender, pulling back to kiss the bottom of my butt cheek before resuming his licking around the tight hole. I was released from him only to feel the slow press of a finger until the muscle gave way and allowed entry.

Over everything else happening in the room and to my body, I focused on the one man and it helped me tune out everyone else.

Thankfully the man forcing his kiss on me pulled back, and I could suck in much-needed fresh air. Only I was surprised to find I had a cock being shoved into my mouth as my head was bent farther back, pushing it almost under the table. The edge of it was digging into shoulders, causing me to wriggle from the pain, but I was unable to cry out as he filled my mouth with his smelly cock.

I was unable to hold back the gag. It had to be the same man who’d taken a kiss only moments ago — his scent was the same and his touch as rough.

He’d only managed to thrust into my mouth once before a loud explosion filled the room, and suddenly every hand was gone, as was the dick.

Uncaring of what the explosion was or if I was going to be punished further, I rolled onto my side and vomited from the taste of the man in my mouth. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and rolled to my back, breathing hard from the force with which I’d emptied my stomach.

Slowly, I realized that there was no talking, but everyone was still in the room. No one was moving. I lifted my head and spotted Matteo where he’d been between my thighs. He had to have been the one laving my back passage, but that thought quickly fled when I saw the gun in his hand.

“Go to your room,
bella
,” Matteo said without looking at me. He was looking at whatever was behind me and he looked angrier than I’d ever seen him.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered as if afraid to break the silence. I snatched up my torn underwear and bra before heading toward the door. It was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back into the room before I turned for the stairs. There was a man lying on the floor, a hole in the center of his forehead, his dick still sticking out from his pants as a pool of red spread out around his prone body.

As I walked up the stairs, I caught bits and pieces of the conversation, which was surprisingly in English.

“I said no dicks. She is mine and mine alone. None of you touch what is mine,” Matteo barked at some unheard question.

I heard the soft tones of someone else speaking, but was unable to hear what was said.

“Who is she going to tell? You know, fuck off, all of you. And for heaven’s sake, someone clean this shit up,” Matteo said before I heard a door slam, and I ran up the remaining steps to my room.

I threw my destroyed underwear aside and face-planted on the bed. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to figure out what had happened and why. Not the dead man. I knew what that was. The time I’d spent being treated as a toy for a group of men I didn’t know. The constant ache in my hip and elbow didn’t help distract me from my spinning thoughts.

My bedroom door flew open before slamming shut only moments later, cutting short my time for reflection. Matteo barely glanced at me before he started shedding his clothing.

I wanted to admire the lean cut of his body, all the rippling muscles as he tore off his expensive clothes, but instead I was drawn to the rage boiling in his brown eyes. His hair was normally so well-kept, but it looked a mess as he tore through the room. Slowing only to take off his shoes and socks, he then disappeared into the bathroom and I heard water turn on.

“Shower. Now.” Matteo stood in the doorway, nude.

I was a bit surprised to find his cock was completely flaccid, which I had not seen before. He’d always been hard when in bed with me. I didn’t hesitate, though, and crawled from the bed.

“You need to wash your mouth and face thoroughly, as well as the rest of your body,” he told me as he followed me into the shower. However, he didn’t give me the chance to do it myself. Instead, he grabbed the sponge, and, after applying shower gel, roughly scrubbed every inch of my body until I felt like I was raw. He didn’t spare my face either, scrubbing especially hard around my mouth.

I wanted to beg him to be gentler, but knew it’d do no good. So I kept quiet and let him continue even as he passed over my bruised hip and elbow and the slash on my hip from the knife.

Shutting off the water, he yanked me from the shower to dry me with a towel before pointing at the sink.

“Brush, floss and mouthwash. Three times.” He toweled himself off and leaned against the doorway as he watched to make sure I did as I was told.

I glanced at myself briefly in the mirror and noticed I had a rash over one breast from the beard of one man and red indents on the other from another’s teeth. Since Matteo wasn’t disgusted by the marks, I deemed I wasn’t either, although I would much rather they had been caused by him.

Once I finished, he stepped out of the way, and I brushed past him in an attempt to go to bed. He stopped me, caging me in and pressing me against the door frame.

“See what you made me do. If only you could behave like a good little slave I wouldn’t have to punish you with the touch of other men and be forced to kill my cousin because you are too sexy for your own good,” he breathed into my ear. “Now get on the bed on all fours.”

I dropped the towel I’d been holding around my body and scurried to the bed to comply.

The bed dipped as he joined me and shoved inside my ill-prepared pussy. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of my hips as he slammed into me at a brutal pace.

My fingers curled into the bedding as tears rolled down my cheeks. It didn’t hurt so much as I was simply overwhelmed with the whole evening.

When he finally pulled back, I thought he was finished, but he wasn’t. He stood and pulled me off the bed to push me to my knees.