Scorned Heir: A Fake Dating Romance (Scorned Fate)

My control snapped.

My fingers found their way to the back of the blasted corset that pushed her breasts to mouthwatering peaks and tested a man’s self-control. My knees nearly went weak with relief when I found a zipper, not sure I had the patience to unravel the cords that pulled the thing together because my hunger to devour her tits was all-consuming. They had taunted me all evening, playing peekaboo with that see-through top which left nothing to the imagination at all.

Sera Moretti was no angel. She was a siren, a succubus put on this earth to seduce men and drag them into hell to suffer eternal blue balls.

When her tits sprang free, my hands automatically came up to claim them, my breathing ragged. “Holy fuck, you’re perfect.”

My thumbs brushed over her nipples.

Her cheeks pinkened. She stepped back as if realizing she’d awakened a beast and crossed her arms over her chest. “What are we doing?”

I gave a choked laugh and snagged the waist of her pants, hauling her back against me. “We’re exploring,” I whispered in her ear. “Take off my jacket.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because I want you to want this as much as I do. I just want to taste you, Sera, but I don’t want to force you.”

“Taste me?” she croaked.

“Fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

Her pupils dilated, and she pursed the lips I wanted to devour. As I held my breath, her hands traveled the width of my chest before pushing the jacket off my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor. Her fingers returned to the open collar of my dress shirt before trailing down my torso. My abs tightened, and her touch zapped me all the way to my dick. “You’ve got me so hard, it’ll take a miracle not to sink into you, but I won’t.”

She cocked her head in puzzlement. Daniel had tainted this night and I intended to exorcise his presence in the only way I knew.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

Her throat bobbed before she nodded. Not sparing a second for her to change her mind, my fingers unbuttoned her pants and lowered its zipper. I went down on my knees. My head was level just below her tits. My mouth watered to taste them, but I’d been hanging on to the way I intended to feast on Sera since the restaurant. I gave her my dessert. In turn, she was mine.

I peeled the pants off her hips, exposing lace panties. I could smell her arousal. It mixed with her scent, and the headiness made me press my nose against it.

I inhaled.

“Matteo…” she whispered.

I looked up at her, noticing her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She was glorious from this angle. At any angle, really. Without taking my eyes off her, I dipped my hand inside her panties. Her breathing came faster. My fingers encountered smooth skin—fuck, she was bare, and when the tips of them went lower, slickness coated them.

“You’re so wet, baby.” My voice was hoarse with a desperation that sounded foreign to my ears. All three of my fingers soaked up her arousal, and when I extracted them from her panties, with our gazes still locked, I lapped at each finger, closing my eyes at the exquisite taste.

“You’re so filthy,” she breathed.

I opened my eyes and grinned up at her. “Only for you.”

Doubt flashed through her face, but I had no intention of explaining to her when I couldn’t explain it to myself. I’d never been jealous or possessive before. This wasn’t about pride, but the burning sensation to make sure she knew she was mine.

Mine.

A feral possessiveness swept over me, and I shoved her onto the couch. Her ass plopped into a sitting position, and before she could find her bearings, I was in front of her, flicking the shoes off her feet.

“Hey,” she argued.

I pointed a finger at her.

Her jaw clenched mutinously, but her eyes flared with excitement.

She was with me.

Her eyes squinted when her pants followed the rest of her clothes on the couch.

“Did he pay for those, too?” I glared at her panties.

“Not saying.” Her face indicated she was catching on. “Are you going to destroy them too?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I unbuttoned my shirt. Damn straight I was going to feel those tits against my chest.

I positioned myself between her legs and ran my hands up her thighs. I’d never felt skin this soft. “You’re beautiful.”

She lowered her gaze and smiled, her hands tentative as she touched my open shirt. I nodded, and she slowly stripped it from my body.

“God, you’re sculpted,” she said. “Not an ounce of fat. Do you run your office from the gym?”

I didn’t answer her, too busy deciding what to do with her first. Collaring her with one hand, I brushed my thumb against her lips. Our gazes locked before I brought her in for a kiss.

Her lips opened to receive me, and at first I went slow, my tongue tasting chocolate but then again it was the essence of her that was driving me crazy. I started devouring every part of her mouth. A groan rumbled up my throat and she moaned into my mouth.

Game over. It would be a miracle if I didn’t end up fucking her raw.

I made her lie on top of the discarded clothes, easing her legs on the couch. I stood and put a knee on the cushion, positioning my hips between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her through my pants. My mouth trailed her jaw as my hands palmed her tits. Everything about her body was made for me. My tongue laved around a nipple before I sucked it in. Once satisfied, I let go and trailed a path to the next one and did the same.

Fingers clawed into my hair. She pushed my head lower.

I released the nipple and teased under it.

“Matteo, I need you lower.”

I glanced up at her and traced her damp panties with a finger. “Are you hurting right here, baby?”

“Yes.”

“How badly do you want to come?”

“Bad.” Her breath hitched.

I didn’t want to torture her exactly, but I still harbored a seething resentment of Daniel from tonight. Unleashing it on her pussy was the only way that would appease my jealousy. I kissed down her belly, relishing the goose bumps that appeared on my way down. Sera made an audible gasp when I lifted her thighs and set them on my shoulders. I was in perfect position for the dessert I was waiting for. I nuzzled my nose against the dampness of her panties, willingly drowning in the addictive scent of her arousal.

“Don’t tease,” she moaned.

Nudging the panties aside, I bared her pussy for my inspection. My tongue lashed at her center. When she arched her spine, I pushed down on her pelvis.

I glanced up. “All I want to hear is—Oh God, yes, and Matteo. Any other word and I stop. Clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Her acquiesce drove me feral. I didn’t know how I managed to slip her panties off so fast, but when they dangled off her left foot, I dove back in and attacked her pussy.

“Matteo!”

My name on her lips only spurred me to lick her harder, but I was also learning what she wanted. I inserted a finger and probed her for her sweet spot. In and out. In and out.

She cried out, “Yes, oh my God.”

She was so responsive, so perfect, so fucking mine.

I stroked my tongue up and down to prolong her pleasure and she was an incoherent mess by the time I had my fill. After I gave her one last lick, I bolted up her body to give her a taste of herself. My fingers continued to wring out her orgasm. Having her moan in my mouth was making it hard to hold back my release. I needed to come.

When we broke apart, she whispered, “You’re so hard.”

I realized I was grinding against her pussy.

“I’m ready to explode,” I admitted. “You’re so damn sexy.”

“Can I do anything?”

Her meaning was clear. I touched her lips. “No. Not yet. Not this time.”

Her brows furrowed. “Then…what are you…”

“Can I come on your tits?” I asked.

Her eyes widened, and then narrowed, but not with annoyance—with amusement. “You’re such a caveman.”

“I want you to watch me, all right?”

“Can I stroke it though?” she asked.

“Take me out.”

Her eyes gleamed with excitement. Jesus. I dug everything about her.

She sat up, unbuckled my belt, lowered my zipper, and then very reverently she wrapped her hand around my erection.

She stroked.

I groaned. “Don’t. I’m close. Lie down.”

She propped up on her elbows.

I started stroking my cock. My eyes on her. She watched me, fascinated.

And fuck me if Sera watching me masturbate wasn’t a whole level of hotness.

I pumped my cock faster and faster. My breaths came in quickly and shallow. It didn’t take long. I’d been on the edge, horny as fuck, and eaten up with jealousy since this afternoon.

My cock grew rock hard. Cum spurted. Ropes of it landed on her tits, on her chin, on her torso.

Pushing her aside, I let the rest land on the clothes Daniel had given her. An instinct, primal and claiming, drove me to squeeze every single drop to mark her as mine.

I dragged in an almighty breath, spent, before I collapsed against the opposite side of the couch.

I didn’t know where I found the energy to lift up an arm toward her. I didn’t even have the strength for words.

She looked at the mess on her chest and on the clothes.

She shook her head, grinned, and took my hand.

I pulled her on top of me.

She laughed. Music to my ears.

Sera

A young girl stared at me. She couldn’t be more than five.

I peeked underneath the blanket to make sure I had clothes on. To my relief, I did. Flashes of my naked body under Matteo’s mercy flushed my cheeks. The ways he tasted me. I gave myself a mental headshake. Now was not the time to have an X-rated reel.

“Your name is Sera.” It was a statement not a question.

“Yes.” I sat up on the bed. “And you are?”

“Samantha,” she said. She had pretty blue eyes like Matteo. I wasn’t sure where she got her freckles and blonde hair from. “But you can call me Sam.” She held up her penguin stuffed toy. “This is Alfie.”

“Where is…?”

“Uncle Matteo is with my dad. They went to see Uncle Dom.”

“That’s a lot of uncles,” I teased. The De Luccis were a closer-knit clan than the Morettis. Keeping our family on the same page gave Luca a headache. That was what happened when your grandfather had three wives and his children didn’t get along.

“Sam?” A young woman pushed through the door with an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry.” She had straight golden hair that fell silkily over her shoulders framing her oval face. I hated my curls and wanted straight hair until I found a way to live with it courtesy of better hair products. The angst of my teenage war with the straightening wand niggled at the back of my mind.

I was sure this woman was Liz and Sam was her daughter.

She walked in with a limp, favoring her right leg. It was subtle, but it was there. This dug up recollections of a story where the enemies of the De Luccis targeted Matteo’s youngest brother. The details were scarce, and I wondered if her limp was from an injury sustained from that time.

“Hi,” we both said at the same time.

“The boys have a meeting,” she said. “I’m Liz, by the way.”

I smiled. “I guess you already know my name.”

“This is Sam.” She put her hands on the little girl’s shoulders. “She’s four.”

“Mama, can I have curly hair like hers when I grow up?”

I laughed. “Oh, you don’t know how lucky you are to have straight hair.”

“I’ve got coffee and croissants,” Liz offered.

My eyes perked up. I swung my legs from the bed. “Matteo said I should try the ones from your bakeshop.”

“Renz made them this morning,” she added. “Come on, Sam. Let’s leave Sera alone so she can join us.”

“I want a croissant all to myself,” Sam announced.

A girl after my own heart. Viva le butter.