A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 17 Alena

The car ride home wasn't as quiet as when we were going out. We weren't exactly talking on our way home, but my mind was filled with thoughts. Maybe, it was just my mind with a lot of noises.

I was starting to call his estate, home. It was easier that way, too because for the next few years, it was going to always be my home. If I kept resenting it and viewing it only as a place to stay. I was never going to be left with any sense of calmness whenever I returned. Instead of having both of Matteo's hands on the steering wheel or the other resting on his thigh, it was resting on mine. I felt the warmth from his hand spreading onto my skin and it was actually comforting.

However, he kept caressing my thigh and it wasn't going to take long for me to start feeling heat up.

"Maria was really sweet. I didn't expect her to like me that much I spoke, breaking the silence as he continued to drive.

The road was clear and almost empty, but he didn't bother driving fast and I appreciated that. More time with him in his car meant more time with his hand all over me.

"She loves you already"

"Do you feel bad about lying to her?"

He frowned, "It's a secret I'm willing to take with me into my grave. She'll never find out about it because if she does, it'll break her heart."

Matteo was right. Maria was genuinely happy when she saw us and if she ever found out about the marriage being a scam. she was going to be devastated. Even more, she was going to hate me because I was the one who wanted the marriage in the first place. So was my mother. But Mama wasn't going to be heartbroken, she was going to be upset. She knew I would always go through lengths to get what I wanted, and she couldn't hate me for that just for the fact that I was lying to her. I would've hated myself, too. "I feel bad... I just do." I muttered.

"Why do you feel bad?"

"I don't know. Maybe because my family wouldn't treat you as good,"

He glanced at my face for a few seconds, "I don't mind, Alena. I know the Russians too well and they have their own reasons to not like me, I don't blame them,"

"Papa and Alexei are just probably jealous of you."

""For what?"

"For your power. Your influence."

He chuckled, "I don't think that's the case. They don't like me because I married you."

"Well, I didn't want to marry Viktor."

"And I'm glad you didn't."

My lips curved up into a small smile as I turned to look at him, but he was too busy looking at the road. It was a new feeling

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because we never had a decent conversation before. It felt nice to talk like this-we weren't supposed to act as if we hated each other. It was intentional and I never liked it.

But what did he meant by saying he was glad I didn't marry Viktori

I placed my hand on his, the one resting on my thigh before measuring the length of his fingers. His hands were bigger than mine and his fingers were long. Mine seemed awfully petite compared to his

In a way, it made me feel secure. As if he was able to protect ine

"You have nice hands for a man."

He intertwined our fingers, "I do?"

"Yeah, don't feel too proud about them."

Then, he smirked but he didn't say another word. He didn't bother to let go of my hand either and we stayed like that until we reached home.

We went to our rooms after saying goodnight to each other. It felt as if I just got home from a first date when he watched me walk up the stairs, but I ignored the feeling and went straight to take a shower. I needed to feel clean after the whole day being out. I changed into a pair of oversized pajamas before drying my hair.

Then, I went to bed, knowing tomorrow was going to be workday.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until the sound of thunderstorms woke me up. The loud bang caused me to pull the duvet closer because I was never a fan of heavy rains or thunderstorms When I looked at my phone, I saw that it was only two in the morning Thirty minutes had passed, and I was starting to feel restless.

I quickly made my way out of my room and down the hallway, straight towards Matteo's room. I hesitated for a few seconds on whether I should knock or suck it up and went back to bed but I couldn't help my fear of thunders.

I knocked on the door, waiting for him to open.

If he was already asleep, I was going to pretend I never came to his room but as I was about to walk back, he pulled the door

open

Matteo had a slight frown on his face as he stood there shirtless, only in oversized sweatpants. I couldn't see the inside of his room because he was blocking the view with his body. I knew not to cross that line.

He did say his office and his bedroom were off-limits, Unless he wanted me inside.

I was going to respect that.

"Is there something wrong, Alena?" He asked, his voice deep.

He was probably asleep, and I woke him up.

"I'm not a big fan of thunderstorms and I was wondering if you could sleep in bed with me?" I asked, tugging onto my shirt. "Okay, wait for me in your room"

I literally sprinted down the hallway and straight into my room without looking back. Once I was inside, I hid under the duvet as I waited patiently for him to show up.

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show up within minutes and after closing the door behind him, he began to make his way towards me. He wasn't shirtless anymore and I assumed he

was lying beside me, I

it

anxious

sleepy because his eyes were half-opened while mine were wide opened. One of his hands was around my waist, lightly tapping onto my body as

bang came, and I quickly snuggled closer

eyes. I'm right here," he

away. If I stayed awake any longer. I was going to be tired at work. So, I tried to focus on anything else than the thunderstorms

was slow and

on his chest,

"Talk to me."

"About what"

"Anything." I spoke.

had

assumed he had already closed his eyes. I didn't mind if

-and the

was enough to keep

did you

a German shepherd.

this conversation was.

-What h

to it?

""So did mine."

had

"How old were you?"

when I

long did

"Eight years."

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closing my eyes. My eyes were droopy, and I was beginning to feel sleepy again.

let it consume me

tell Matteo had fallen

my face which caused me to open my eyes slowly, groaning as soon as I realized I didn't close the c****ms last night. I blinked a few

tight as he slept calmly. One of his hands was near my body while the other resting on his abdomen. It was my first time seeing him sleep and

had favorites. I

when we fell asleep, but I guessed all the moving in our sleep had caused

into him, slowly placing my hand on

the curve of his lips. I felt bad if I were to wake him up because he was probably tired, but

slowly

kissing me back. The kiss was slow and sensual.

he tucked a

I ran my hand down his abs, stopping near his

overcame me this morning, but I slipped my hand

access.

my hand, he let out a low

on the bed. I rubbed his erection and it seemed to increase in size, too meaning he was

took my time in undressing

him. We didn't break the eye contact as I felt him thrusting inside me. Even though I felt his length

of his hands on my waist while the other reached out to grab

He said when he saw my eyes were closing from the pleasure. "I want

faster. My eyes were focusing into his brown ones, and it didn't take me long

was getting

pace, but I was surprised when he pulled me closer, letting my body collided with his. In an instant, he was the one taking control. I couldn't hold back my moans and I was beginning to lose myself. Both of his arms were wrapped around my body, tugging me close as

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were passionate, and I kept begging for

"Moan my name.

kept moaning, closing my

now lying on my back, seeing him entering me missionary. I let out a gasp when he

me crazy. I knew I was going to

please." I moaned,

to go black, he let go and I came to an intense wave of pleasure. Both of his hands

This was

be true. He was inside me and he was playing with me-how

clamping onto him, he knew I was coming. He left me

come until I tell you to,"

onto the sheets. My lower body was raised up to his and when I felt my opening being stretched by his size, I moaned louder than I

I tried to spread my legs

that, baby. I

kept my legs closed. His grunts and moans

my body up against him without sto***ing his paces. Both of his hands were playing with my breasts, tugging, and