My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 16

Matteo approaches the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes are dark and unreadable, his face a mask of cold determination. He stands over me, his tall form casting a shadow over my prone body.

Matteo's imposing presence looms over me as he stands silently at the edge of the bed. I can feel his gaze boring into me, his eyes scanning me like a predator sizing up its prey. His silence is unnerving, and I can't help but feel a twinge of fear at the unknown.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly. Matteo doesn't respond, his expression still cold and distant. He reaches out and trails a finger along my jaw, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

Matteo's touch on my skin makes me feel cold, goosebumps rising on my arms. His finger traces along my jaw, his touch clinical and detached as if inspecting a possession. I try to keep my face neutral, not wanting to show any weakness to him.

Matteo's finger pauses at the base of my throat, where my pulse thumps urgently under my skin. His touch is light, almost tentative, as he traces the outline of my collar bone with the tip of his finger.

Matteo slowly bends down, his face inches away from mine. I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin, his gaze fixed on my face. He stays there for a moment, his eyes studying mine intently, as if searching for something.

Matteo's face is so close to mine that I can see the shadows dancing across his face and the flecks of gold in his cold eyes. I feel a strange mix of fear and anticipation as he keeps his gaze locked on me. What is he looking for? What is he thinking?

Finally, Matteo speaks, his voice low and husky. "You have been a good wife today," he says, his words almost purred. "But I don't think it's been enough." My heart pounds in my chest as I recognize the danger in his tone.

"What do you want from me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. Matteo smiles slightly, the corner of his mouth curving up into a half-smile. "I want submission," he says, his voice lowering further. "I want you to give yourself to me completely, to be mine in every way."

His words make me shiver with dread, his demand for complete submission feeling like a noose tightening around my neck. "What if I say no?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Matteo's eyes darken, and a muscle in his jaw twitches. "If you say no, things will not go well for you," he threatens, his voice low and menacing. "You should know by now that I always get what I want." A chill runs down my spine at his tone, his threat hanging heavy in the air.

I got up from the bed and I walk out of the room living him alone.

Matteo's eyes follow me as I make my way out of the room, his expression unreadable. I can feel his gaze on my back, his presence like a weight on my shoulders. As I step out into the hall, I can feel my breaths coming fast and shallow. Matteo's words have left me shaken, his demands for submission chilling me to the core.

Despite the terror I feel, and the knowledge of the consequences that defying Matteo may bring, I can't force myself to give in to his demands. I know that if I give myself over fully to him, I will lose any sense of self and agency. I have to find a way to stand strong and resist his manipulation, no matter the cost.

I make my way to the kitchen, the cool night air a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere in the bedroom. I feel a mix of fear and determination simmering under my skin, my thoughts spinning in circles. Matteo's threats and demands echo in my head, but I vow to stand my ground and resist his attempts to control me.

As I stand in the kitchen, the silence of the night pressing in around me, I try to calm my racing heart and clear my thoughts.

"Everything's alright?" a voice ask.

I jump at the sudden sound of the voice, my pulse racing as I whirl around to face the source. My eyes dart nervously around the room before finally landing on a woman standing in the doorway. It's Anna, the housekeeper, her face etched with both concern and confusion.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I'm fine," I lie, my voice shaky. "Just couldn't sleep." The truth is, I'm far from fine.

Anna looks at me skeptically, her eyes scanning my face for any signs of deception. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Is Matteo giving you trouble?" she asks softly. I'm taken aback by the question, my eyes widening in surprise.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I can trust Anna. But I can see the genuine concern in her eyes, and my need for someone to talk to overcomes my doubts. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "He's been so controlling and demanding recently."

Anna frowns, her expression hardening as I tell her about Matteo's treatment of me. "That son of a..." she mutters under her breath. "I knew he was bad, but I didn't realize just how bad." Her words confirm my fears, that Matteo's cruelty extends beyond me alone.

Anna's anger and frustration at Matteo's behavior are palpable, and I feel a flicker of hope that someone else sees him for who he really is. But I also feel a twinge of guilt for confiding in her, knowing that Matteo would not take kindly to anyone speaking against him.

I glance towards the door nervously, afraid that Matteo may appear at any moment. "Please don't say anything," I implore Anna. "If he finds out I've been talking to you..." My voice trails off, my fear of his reaction unspoken but palpable in the air.

Anna nods in understanding, her expression softening. "Don't worry," she assures me. "I won't say anything." She hesitates for a moment, then adds, "But you can't go on living like this. You deserve better than being treated like a puppet."