Lust in sin (erotic collection)

Chapter5

Elena's POV

I decided that I would go to Matteo’s place again. I had to make things right. My hands were shaking slightly when I rang the doorbell. My stomach was a mess, my thoughts worse. I didn’t even know what “right” looked like anymore. I just knew I couldn’t leave things hanging.

The door opened almost immediately. Matteo stood there, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. Or maybe he had, but he was holding back something. His hair was messy, his shirt untucked, and there was that familiar look in his eyes the one that made my knees weak even after everything. Maybe his wife hadn't taken him back?

“Elena,” he said, voice low, but carrying that weight I hated and loved at the same time. “I…”

I held up my hand before he could finish. “No. Don’t. Not yet.” My voice came out firmer than I felt. “Before you say whatever you were about to say, you know why I’m here. And you know the truth. I was paid. You know that.”

He flinched almost imperceptibly, then nodded. “I do,” he said, voice raw. “And I don’t care. I like you. I like you, Elena. I don’t care about the money, about the reasons, about anything. I..”

I cut him off again, sharper this time. “You still like me, after knowing I was paid to sleep with you?”

“Yes.” He swallowed. “I like you. I’ve liked you from the first session. I didn’t know why at first. I didn’t care about the rules. I didn’t care about..”

“I said stop.” My chest felt tight. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t run either. “Matteo, you know why. You still like me, fine. I don’t care. But stop pretending there’s nothing wrong. There is. You know there is, you clearly rejected me at first so what's this behavior.”

He stepped closer, and I felt my resolve weakening. “Elena, I..”

That’s when the door slammed open behind me.

“I can't take anymore,” Lucia’s voice rang out, sharp and dangerous. She looked… terrifying, actually. Like someone ready to rip the world apart just for fun. “I can’t let this happen.”

I turned slowly, my heart beating faster. “Lucia what's wrong?”

She didn’t answer me. She just stared at Matteo. “You’re making a mistake. This can’t happen. Do you even realize who Elena really is? Please f**k me this time Matteo, I can't keep fingering myself from watching y'all fuck.”

I froze. “I know,” I said slowly, my voice steady despite the chaos inside. “I know exactly who I am. That’s the only reason I took the job.”

Lucia blinked. “What?”

“I know your secret,” I said. “Matteo’s ex… she was my sister.” I let the words hang. I watched her face twist, expecting anger, confusion, betrayal. Maybe all three.

“I took this job because I saw how much she wanted you,” I said. “She wanted you more than anything. And I..” I paused. “I’m doing this for her. That’s it. That’s why I’m here.”

Lucia’s mouth opened, but no words came out. I could see her trying to figure out whether to be furious or impressed.

Then, like the universe thought it wasn’t dramatic enough, the door opened again. This time it was him. Or, rather, Matteo’s wife. She was crying, hands trembling, voice breaking. “Matteo, please,” she begged. “Please, come back. I love you. I need you. I… I can’t live without you.”

I froze. My stomach dropped. The air went thick. Everything slowed.

I looked at Matteo, and then at her, and then at myself in the mirror of this disaster. I felt the weight of every choice I’d ever made, every step I’d taken in the last few weeks, leading me right here, right now.

I felt my pulse in my throat.

I stood up. Slowly. Carefully. I made my way over to Matteo, my heart hammering in my chest. “Take her back,” I said, voice stronger than I felt. “I’m not a homebreaker. I’m not a husband snatcher. She’s your wife. She loves you. Take her back.”

Matteo’s eyes went wide, like he was caught between a rock and a hard place. He opened his mouth, probably to protest, but I cut him off without meaning to. “No, Matteo. Stop. Just stop. You’ve made your choice before I even stepped in. I’m leaving it here. That’s it. That’s all I have to say.”

The silence stretched, heavy and sharp. Lucia’s lips were pressed tight. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. She just stared, probably reassessing every plan she’d ever made. I could almost hear her brain clicking like a lock she hadn’t been able to pick.

Matteo’s wife reached out, grabbing his arm. “Please, Matteo. Don’t make me beg. I can’t..”

I swallowed. The lump in my throat made me sound rough. “Go,” I whispered.

I walked past them without another word. Without looking back. Every step felt like walking through fire, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. The door closed be

hind me.

And I didn’t know if I would ever come back.