His addidictive sin

TRUST ME

AUTHORS POV

Riana looked ethereal, her wet hair cascading down her shoulders, disappearing behind her shoulders, and there were her eyes. God, her eyes. Under the light, the green in them seemed deep, revealing tiny flecks of gold he hadn't noticed before.

They looked like emeralds holding sunlight captive. She was simply unreal.

That was all he could think about seeing her, her feet wrapped around his torso, making their private parts brush against each other, the friction making her bite her lips to avoid any moan coming out.

His left hand came up, ghosting over her bruised lips, subtly touching them.

"Never abuse your lips again," he said, still using his hand to subtly touch her lips as if trying to soothe the pain there.

He slowly kept grinding their bodies together, trying to bring out her moan.

Riana was already wet down there, and he knew. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself, so she subtly tried to disengage herself from his hold.

He immediately pulled her back by the bra, her n*****s perking up at the sudden air.

His eyes landed on them, throat bobbing up and down as he leaned down to have a taste of her buds.

Stopping on each of them, Matteo looked up at her.

"May I?" It was as if the cord connecting her brain and her mouth had been cut off. She could only stare at his eyes as she slowly nodded her head.

A sly smirk formed at the edge of his lips as he immediately came down on her bud, sucking on it and twirling on it with his tongue.

His other hand played with her second breast, squeezing it and flicking her n****e. The sensation she felt was amazing.

He was doing things to her that nobody had ever done and was slowly bringing her to cloud nine.

She didn't know when her hands slowly came up and wrapped around his head, pushing his head closer to her n****e, silently biting her lips to hide her moan.

He bit harder on her n****e, making her let out a loud moan. He stopped to look at her face.

"Looks like someone is enjoying this a lil' bit too much."

Her ears immediately turned pink.

"I—" he descended on her breast again, making her sentence cut off, giving it the same amount of attention he gave the other one.

At this point, Riana didn't care how loud her moans were. He was really f*****g good, and she was so close.

It didn't even take long for him to do his trick, and she was already spilling everywhere in the pool, clinging to him as her only support as she shook from the intensity of her release.

After coming down from her release, he brought them out of the pool, sat her on the edge of the pool, and slowly cleaned her with a wet towel.

He took her downstairs, covering her with a towel, his hold over her tight and possessive as he walked through the corridors past some maids.

By the time he got to the room, Riana was already passed out. He carefully set her on the bed after changing her into her nighties, put the covers up to her chin, giving her a quick peck on her forehead before leaving the room.

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Riana had been wandering around the house for some while before she finally found the kitchen. She had awoken earlier due to how much her stomach had grumbled, reminding her how hungry she was before she slept off.

She was walking down the stairs when she heard some voices at the base of the stairs.

She immediately stopped in her tracks, seeing Matteo and another person she hadn't ever seen talking in hushed tones.

She tried to be quiet as she hid behind a curtain to eavesdrop on whatever they had to say.

"Sir... the issue has been resolved, but we still need to make an appearance tomorrow and also with her," the unknown person said, as she didn't recognize his voice.

"I know," Matteo sighed, running his hand over his hair, his anger at the situation becoming more prominent.

They suddenly stopped talking. She couldn't hear anything again.

"You can come out now, Ri," Matteo's voice bellowed, deep and resonating through her ears.

She brought her head out to peep out, her eyes immediately locking with his.

She slowly came out, standing in front of them like a guilty thief caught under red light.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was just walking towards the kitchen and heard you two talking, that's all," she talked fast, and her heart was beating out loud; she was sure they could hear it.

The unknown man quickly whispered something into Matteo's ear before suddenly going out.

'Ri, you can come out now.' His voice broke no argument.

Riana took slow steps towards him, her brain telling her to run. She couldn't make anything out of his facial expression, so she couldn't tell whether he was mad at her.

She created different scenarios in her head, and when she came in front of him, she expected Matteo to shout at her or give her some kind of punishment.

Instead, he lifted her off her feet, her hands immediately wrapping around his neck as an anchor.

Matteo steadily carried her towards the kitchen, setting her down on a kitchen stool. He picked up an apron and started chopping and preparing food for her.

Riana had expected anything but this. He had been unnecessarily caring to her this past few hours, and she didn't want to get the wrong idea or run into any of her fantasies. Maybe this is how he treated his f**k buddies.

She continued to ponder over this. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't know when he set the food down for her until the scent hit her immediately and her mouth watered.

In front of her was a freshly made steak and cheese quesadilla, and she couldn't wait to start digging in already.

When Riana took the first bite, it was as if she had been catapulted to another universe of sweetness. The flavors blended well with each other; she could directly taste the flavor of both the steak and the cheese, the melted cheese pulling apart as she ate.

It was simply euphoric that she couldn't help gulping everything down.

Putting the plate down when she was done, Riana finally looked up at the man who had been staring at her for the past twenty minutes, but she was too far up her food to notice.

Matteo simply carried the dishes to the sink and started washing them. After washing them, he simply lifted her up in his arms, heading up towards the room.

'I can walk,' she grunted, trying to get off his arms. But that only made him hold her tighter, leaving no room for her to escape, even as they passed numerous guards, his hold becoming more possessive.

Reaching the room, he set her down first before lying down beside her, his hands immediately coming to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his chest.

Her heart fluttered at this gesture. He really should stop this if he was playing with her. That was the only thing she could think of as she slept off, his body creating an old, comforting shield around her.

By the time morning arrived, his side of the bed was cold. Riana felt a pang at her heart at this; she really wanted him to be here when she woke up.

'What's that frown for?' Her head immediately snapped to her left. Standing in front of her was nothing less than a Greek god.

Her eyes followed the water dripping from his lush brown hair to his well-sculpted face and his well-defined abs, running towards his torso to the V-shaped structure and disappearing behind the towel.

'Calm down, Ri, I'm all yours,' he said, looking directly at her. "You look like you want to devour me," he chuckled.

She immediately disappeared under the covers, burning with embarrassment.

"A maid will be here soon with clothes and help you get dressed. We have somewhere we need to be," he said, dressing into a clear sky-blue three-piece suit, the color immediately matching his eyes.

The embroidery on the dress was different, as if given royalty but a different type, the one that came from ancient Greece, but he looked nothing less than significant.

After dressing, he strolled to where Riana was on the bed, giving her a quick peck on the forehead before heading out of the room.

Without wasting time, Riana began preparing. The maid had already dropped off the clothes by the time she was out of the bathroom, and she was nothing but impressed.

The cloth was a vintage sky-blue gown with gold embroidery at the edges, the slit of the cloth running from her legs to her thigh. The cloth was truly magnificent.

The maid came back to help her into the dress, and they also helped her out with some light makeup.

As she came down the stairs, Matteo waited for her at the foot of them. The moment his eyes found her, it was as though time itself had forgotten to move.

For a moment, he could do nothing but stare, silently questioning whether she was truly real.

Her blonde hair was swept into an elegant bun, exposing the delicate curve of her neck while framing her face with effortless grace.

Against the golden softness of her hair, her green eyes stood out like fragments of an enchanted forest—bright, rare, and far too beautiful to belong to someone like him.

And Matteo, a man who had seen beautiful things and destroyed even more, found himself utterly speechless.

She looked like something heaven had created on a day it was feeling particularly generous.

When she stood in front of him, he silently brought her hand to his lips and kissed it carefully before looking at her. She was truly magnificent.

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As they reached the top floor of the mansion, where a helicopter had already been parked, Riana couldn't help but ponder where they were going as she stared at the helicopter in front of her.

Matteo gently stretched his hands to guide her in. Taking his hands, she entered the helicopter and sat in front with him beside her.

Taking the headphones, Matteo put them on her head as she held her breath.

"Are you the one piloting this?" she muttered.

"Why, you scared?" He smirked. "Don't be scared, Ri. Just trust me."

Trust me, the word rang in her head as he started the helicopter. How could she trust the guy who r***d her on their first meeting?

She didn't know when she suddenly fell asleep.

By the time she woke up, Matteo was already landing, and a blanket was draped over her.

They had traveled all the way to Greece from Turkey, and by the time they had arrived at their destination, the guests had already started to arrive.

The event was taking place at a glamorous marina in Greece, surrounded by enormous private yachts floating on the dark-crystal blue waters of the Aegean Sea.

Riana didn't need to be told; she was already seeing it with her own eyes. This type of event was for the heavily privileged.

Their clothes shimmered and glittered; even the jewels on their bodies could probably be worth millions.

Some dirty stares were thrown her way. She couldn't help but cling to Matteo more.

As if sensing

that she needed his comfort, his hand tightened around hers, a reassuring effort that oddly brought comfort to her. For this night, maybe she would trust him. Just maybe.