He stops.
“Sleep with me. You’re right, I have the power to make sure my nightmares don’t come back, but your arms holding me might help.”
I think he’s going to say no. In fact, I expect it. He doesn’t speak.
He walks around the bed, pulls the covers down, and climbs in still naked. He reaches down to my leg, making sure it’s propped up on a pillow, and wraps his arms around me. I close my eyes, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t think I will dream of Armas. Because my body is consumed with Matteo.
12
Matteo
I wake up with Eden’s arms wrapped around me. My body is far too warm, but I won’t dare move her. I like her skin against mine too much to care about something as silly as being too hot.
What’s gotten into me?
I’ve become a wuss in a matter of moments. Ever since I rescued Eden from Armas. Although, I didn’t arrive there fast enough like I thought I did. I thought I stole her back before the worst happened. I was wrong.
I think I helped her now though. She didn’t wake up in the night. No thrashing or apparent night terrors. And she’s still asleep now, despite it being well past eight in the morning. We’ve been sleeping for over ten hours.
I saved her from Armas, but she should be equally terrified of me. I thought fucking her again would stir up the memory of me raping her.
It didn’t.
I’m not sure what I want more. Her to remember me raping her and be afraid of me, or her to forget about it forever.
Her sultry eyes eventually open and she grins when she gapes at me.
“Good morning,” she says, smiling like I’m her favorite person in the world.
I stroke her hair automatically. “Morning.”
She bites her lip.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Good. Really, good. I didn’t have any nightmares.”
I nod.
We both stare at each other, not sure where to take this from here. For one, I need food and coffee in my system to think straight, and then I have to get to work. I can deal with Eden later.
“You hungry? I can have one of the servants bring you some breakfast. I don’t think you should walk all the way to the dining room until your leg is further along in the healing process.”
“Eat with me here.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Why?”
The covers slip, and I’m rewarded with a view of her perky breasts and nipples, which I can still taste in my mouth.
She doesn’t cover up. Instead, she blushes.
“I know you aren’t the rainbows and hearts kind of guy. I know you are still evil. But I have a proposition for you, and I think we could both use some coffee first.”
I frown.
She’s still my prisoner. I don’t like her thinking she has any power over me. I have the control, not her. But I guess I need to listen to whatever she thinks she gained yesterday so I can put her back in her place.
I step out of bed, sensing her gaze on my ass.