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his
face.
    Within
seconds I’m running across the grass towards him. “Matteo, are you
finished already?”
    “ Yes, I was waiting for you,” he says, holding out a hand for
me to take. His skin feels much harder than it did when we first
met and his fingernails are caked with mud, but I don’t want to let
go of him. I grip tighter when he tries to pull away, but he just
laughs and shakes me off.
    “ I’ll walk you to your car,” I say, avoiding eye
contact.
    He
smiles and thanks me, then we walk in silence to his car. I
desperately wrack my brain for something to talk about as we get
closer, and just as he’s about to open the door, I manage to think
of something.
    “ So, you’re going back to Italy?”
    “ Yes,” he says, loading his tools into the trunk. “I’m going
next week, actually. All of my family are over there, it will be
nice to see them again.”
    “ So what brought you to America?” I ask as he begins to get
into the car. I strain my voice, trying to sound as interested as
possible. Don’t go yet, Matteo.
    “ I don’t know, really,” he says, his eyes glazed over. “I
suppose I just wanted a change, wanted to meet new
people.”
    “ And do you like it here?”
    “ Oh yes, I’ve met some very great people,” he says, suddenly
snapping back into consciousness, his blue eyes lighting up. “Some
more pleasant than others.”
    I wince,
recalling my husband’s rudeness. “Sorry about that.”
    “ It’s perfectly okay,” he laughs. “Actually, the past couple
of days have been my favourite. Thank you.”
    I can’t
suppress my smile. “They’ve been my favourite, too.”
    He cocks
his head. “Sorry, how rude of me, it’s raining. Would you like to
sit inside until we’ve finished our conversation?”
    “ Sure,” I say nonchalantly, trying to hide my relief. But
there’s a niggling feeling in my head telling me that I should go
back inside. If David catches me here, he’ll never forgive me. “I
don’t want to go back,” I blurt. “I want to stay with
you.”
    He leans
over to me in his seat and places a hand on my cheek. “Then
stay.”
    I lean
over to kiss him for the last time, and this time I don’t hold
back. My hands are tangled in his hair, pulling him towards me. But
he pushes me away. At first I feel hurt, upset, and I’m about to
get out of the car, and then I realise what he’s doing — he’s
pushing me into the back seat.
    As soon
as my ass hits the worn leather of the back seat, he’s on top of
me, straddling me and pinning me against the window. I’m completely
powerless under his strength — all I can do is lie there and follow
his commands.
    “ I’m going to make love to you, Kelly,” he growls. He is so
close to my ear that I can feel his teeth brushing against my lobe
as he speaks, and it sends shivers of excitement rushing through
me. For perhaps the first time in my life I feel confident, sexy,
and most importantly, wanted.
    “ I need you inside me,” I gasp, slipping my hand down the
front of his jeans and groping his cock through his underwear.
Somehow, I’m much more confident after last night’s episode of
rough sex with David. “Fuck me, Matteo.”
    Our
hormones are raging as we rip the clothes of each other’s bodies.
Once fully naked we sit in silence for a moment, staring at each
other across the back seat and listening to the rain pelting
against the roof of the car. All it takes is for Matteo to bite his
bottom lip, and I throw myself at him without hesitation. He
catches me as I land on his body and pulls me close, kissing me
neck. He keeps one arm wrapped around me to support my back,
fondling my breasts with his hand, and moves the other arm
downwards, squeezing the tops of my thighs. As soon as I start
moaning he begins kissing my neck, keeping his mouth close to my
ear and whispering dirty promises.
    “ I’m going to fill you up,” he snarls, moving his arm from my
thighs and slapping my ass. “You’d like that,