"Mateo"
Tallulah whispered tracing her fingertips on his bare chest as her head slowly raised up so she could look him the eye.
He was already looking at her and this time around, she saw a different facial expression to his usual gruff look. His present look was quite confusing to her as she could not tell what was going on in his head…or mind.
Her hand gradually went down as she held onto his belt ready to unbuckle it when he instantly grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from exploring further.
Her head jolted up and her eyes met his. He slowly shook his head.
"Not the best thing to do princess".
He said darkly. The sparkle of desire and sweet temptation awakening deep within him.
She sighed and nodded like an obedient child heeding to the words of an adult.
She then grabbed the hand that held her wrist and slowly dragged him to the bathtub.
She took slow steady but backwards steps and only turned when they reached the tub. His eyes drifted to her butt.
Oh! How he fought the urge to just grab 'em and squeeze 'em then slam deep inside…..
He shook the thoughts off his mind but could only tuck his lower lip in-between his teeth.
"Come in, Mateo".
The innocence in her voice almost made him curse.
Fucking turning her to a bad girl was all he could think about.
Mateo slid into the water grateful that the water did well to hide the huge bulge in his pants. It almost didn't help that Tallulah got in and shifted closer to him with her butt slightly brushing his bulge.
He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes.
"You know, I always someone close to me when something traumatizing happens".
Mateo opened his eyes.
"Has something traumatizing happened before?"
Tallulah just nodded and rested the back of her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. " My mother". She started simply.
"I would always sleep in my dad's room when she died".
"And now?". Mateo asked as he gently scrubbed her body with a body wash and sponge.
"My past". She smiled a little enjoying every moment of the bath. She rarely spoke about her past.
When she was a little girl, she always thought her mum died a natural death but she wasn't sure what to make of the other findings she had gotten.
…her mother was murdered…
Tallulah did not utter a single word and so did Mateo. They both just sat in the bathtub in silence, alot of things running through Mateo's head.
Tallulah was scared and it was his sole duty as her husband to protect her even though this whole marriage was a sham.
He just had to be nice to her and be by her side for a few more days so she could get over the incident.
After a while, Mateo got out of the water in his soaking wet pants.
"I'll just be outside princess. You'll be just fine".
Tallulah nodded and he walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom.
Eventually, he heard the bathroom door open and turned to find Tallulah in his shirt. She was patting her hair dry with a microfiber towel.
"I didn't find what to wear so I kinda borrowed your shirt. Is that okay?".
"That's okay princess".
He said coming towards her. Her eyes drifted down at his load in the grey sweatpants and she swallowed.
"So you're hungry then?". He asked and she looked up at him and badly wanted to slap the smirk off his face.
"So shameless". She whispered to herself.
"Say what?".
"Nothing". She said with a fake smile. " I was just wondering if you'd help dry my hair".
"Sure". He agreed simply and sat on the bed gesturing to her so she could go sit with him on the bed.
She walked over and sat facing him on the bed. He collected the towel and patted her curly hair with it.
He kept this on for sometime and they could barely look away from each others eyes. His eyes drifted to her lips and she could have sworn she saw his Adams apple move.
Before he could do anything rash which would result to a baby, he got up and turned, walking to the door.
"Where are you going to?".
"To get the blow-dryer?". He replied with a question. "The towel isn't helpful". And with that, he walked out and shut the door behind him.
"Don't leave me". He heard her say from the room and soon, she was trailing behind him like a lost cat.
They both walked out of his room and went into the previous room she had stayed in when she first came.
Mateo walked straight into the bathroom while she sat on the bed.
"There's a blow-dryer here, who does it belong to?".
There was no other woman in the house so who did it belong to?
She got up from the bed and went to the mirror, sitting on the chair in front of it. Mateo stood behind her ready to start.
She looked at him through the mirror as she awaited his response.
"Ann…" He started but gave it a second thought. "Just someone". He decided to reply instead.
She had not failed to recognize the room was the one she had stayed in the night she first came. She noticed it had a different vibe from all other rooms in the mansion. The interior spoke volumes.
It surely belonged to a woman…maybe Mateo's previous lover?...or…
She stared at Mateo as his focus was solely on blow-drying her hair. Boy did he know how to do it.
Maybe he used to blow-dry a woman's hair. That explained the availability of the blow-dryer.
No! But who was this woman and what was her relationship with Mateo..?
"All done". Mateo said distracting her from her thoughts.
She was out of words at first and just stared at herself in the mirror in awe.
The hair was all dry and her curls fell beautifully on her shoulders.
She muttered a soft "Thank you" and Mateo walked back to the bathroom to place the blow-dryer back where he got it from.
She looked around the room and went to the bed. She sat on it and noticed a book on the lamp stand. Carrying the book, she opened it and saw a picture covered down.
She picked it up and was about to turn it over and have a look when Mateo came out.
"Everything okay?". He asked and she immediately covered the picture back and dropped the book back on the table.
"Yeah!". She said and got up from the bed walking to the door.
He walked to the bed side to switch off the lamp. Tallulah screamed when she felt something climb her feet.
She stamped her feet on the floor several times and turned back, running over to Mateo and jumping on him.
They both fell onto the bed with a thud. Tallulah's eyes were shut as she clung unto him tightly, her boobs pressing onto his hard chest.
She moved her knee and it mistakenly hit his already visible bulge.
…Alright that was it!...
He could not and would not take it any longer.
A groan escaped his lips making Tallulah realize and then move her knee away. But it was already too late.
She opened her eyes and stared at him with an apologetic look but the deed had being done. Mateo had already exploded into glitters of dark desire.
He immediately turned her over, pinning her to the bed with both her hands high above her. His shirt moved high up also, revealing her thighs.
"Oh princess". Mateo whispered placing his face in-between her neck as his hot breath tickled her skin. "What am I gonna do with you?".
She stiffened under him as her nipples instantly became erect.
"I've held it in for too long princess. I can't any more. My beast is fighting to unleash itself".