Chapter 214 Unanswered Questions

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Matteo stumbled, catching himself just in time by gripping Emily's hand, barely avoiding a crash into the tub. "No way, mom amour," he muttered, shaking his head as he pried her fingers off his shirt. Emily pouted, looking very upset by Matteo's cold behavior. She was annoyed by the intensity of her arousal; this man wasn't giving her what she wanted. "If you won't get in this tub with me, then I'm coming out," she shot back stubbornly, her resolve hardening as she reached for him again, trying to pull him closer or at least drag herself out. "Fine, fine! I'll get in with you," Matteo sighed, defeat lacing his voice. This woman had a way of bringing him to his knees, and he couldn't quite understand why he was so helplessly willing to give in to her every demand. They both erupted in laughter, the warm water cascading around them. Emily's playful eyes sparkled as she splashed him back, the tension between them dissolving into a flurry of playful banter. He couldn’t help but admire how her wet hair clung to her skin, amplifying the thrill of the moment. "Now, where were we?" she teased, leaning closer, igniting a spark of desire that made his heart race. "Ouch!" Emily cried, and Matteo instantly forgot his pain as concern took over him. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked. "Hmm, I'm fine when I'm in your arms," Emily smiled sheepishly, resting the back of her head on his chest. Matteo sighed, circling his arms around her lovingly. The strange feeling grew even stronger, intensified by the proximity of the woman who had unknowingly become a part of his daily thoughts and dreams. Now, holding her this intimately, it felt surreal. But just being in his arms wasn't enough for Emily. She wanted more. Grabbing the corner of her wet, now almost transparent white dress shirt, she pulled it over her head, leaving herself in nothing but a beige silk bra, also soaked and clinging to her skin. Matteo's breath caught in his throat as he watched her. She leaned her back against his chest again, raising her hips to unbuckle her black dress pants. With a swift unzipping, she pushed them down her legs and kicked them off, leaving them floating in the water of the tub. Her beige silk panties left nothing to Matteo's imagination. He was too stunned to move an inch, feeling as if he were living in a fantasy where the woman of his dreams was fulfilling his every wish. He wanted to encourage her to discard the remaining two pieces of clothing or allow him to tear them off her sexy body, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Just as she moved her hand to the back and grabbed the clasp of her bra, Matteo caught her wrist, stopping her right there. "No, baby. You don't want this. You're under the effect of some drug, and it will fade. Just wait a little longer," he murmured in a calm voice. "No, I know I want you. I feel like I'll die if you don't touch me," she cried, turning to face him with desperation written all over her face. In a swift movement, she straddled him, making Matteo's painfully throbbing bulge nestle between her legs. Her full, plump breasts rubbed against his firm chest, tempting him to make a move and give her the relief she craved. But instead, in that erotic moment, Matteo pulled her into his embrace, tucking her head gently under his chin. His voice was a low rumble, heavy with restraint. "Not like this," he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles along her spine. "Not when you're trembling... I want all of you, not just the heat of the moment." She clutched his shirt tighter, breath hitching, the ache between them undeniable. But in that quiet, tender stillness, a different fire ignited—one that burned deeper than lust. "You'll be fine, darlin," he murmured in a very sweet and soothing voice. "Just hold on a little longer. I'm right here with you," he assured her softly, kissing her temple. He hadn't even had the chance to text his bodyguard to find medicine or call a doctor—Emily hadn't given him any space to act. She sobbed as she rubbed herself against his hardness, seeking relief from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "I need it, Matteo. I want it, please! Please!" she cried out, her desperation tugging at his chest, making Matteo curse himself. He wasn't sure if this was his fault or not, but her pleas made him feel so helpless and like an asshole. "Okay, mon amour," he coaxed gently, letting her do as she pleased. He softly caressed her head, a tenderness in his touch that he had never shown to anyone before. The water was cold, and he felt Emily shiver. Tightening his arms around her, Matteo knew the drug's effects were finally fading. Her whimpers and groans slowed, her eyes fluttering closed as her body relaxed. When her breathing became even, he carefully picked her up, standing as he stepped out of the tub. Emily had fallen asleep in his arms. He watched her face, so peaceful, so serene, and that contentment washed over him. But his body was still raging, painfully aroused, his steely-hard erection throbbing with unfulfilled desire. If it were any other woman, he wouldn't have thought twice about taking advantage. He wasn't a saint, and he'd done it many times with intoxicated women who practically threw themselves at him. He was a bad man—a playboy, as the ladies and tabloids loved to call him—and the name fit for a reason. So, he was shocked by his actions with Emily. He never cared about his image, so what was this? Why couldn't he go through with it with her? Why did he want more with her than just to sleep with her? And where was this strange urge to protect her coming from? The frustration only grew as he found himself unable to answer any of the unsettling questions swirling in his head.

Chapter 214 Unanswered Questions

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