MATTEO'S POV
I let out a satisfied sigh, a smirk tugging at my lips. Did I scare her too much? Maybe. But I didn’t think so. I just wanted to remind her that I was watching—always watching. It was almost too easy to send her spiraling into fear.
At first, I had considered calling her from my real number. The idea of her seeing my name pop up on her screen, knowing exactly who was taunting her, had been tempting. But that was reckless. Too risky. If they tried to trace me, it could be a problem.
I glanced down at my cock and the mess I had made. “Jeez, Matteo,” I muttered, shaking my head. Maybe I had gone a little overboard this time. Where was the fun in only letting her hear what I was doing, when I could make her see it?
That thought sent a dark thrill through me. Next time, I’d take it even further.