My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 26

Matteo's thumb resumed its slow movement across my lip, the roughness of his skin sending tingles across my skin. My breath hitched in my throat, and I found myself leaning into his touch, my body responding to his proximity despite my reservations. "What kind of work?" I asked, my voice breathy and wavering.

Matteo chuckled lowly, his thumb now tracing lazy circles along my jawline. "Oh, a much more enjoyable kind," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "One that involves just the two of us, locked away from the rest of the world."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with what he was implying. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, his proximity making me dizzy with desire. I knew that I should pull away, should put some distance between us, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch instinctively.

My heart skipped a beat at his words, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, I was drawn to his confidence, his intense gaze and touch igniting a fire in my belly that I couldn't ignore. On the other hand, I knew that this was all part of his game, that he was playing a role and using me to fulfill some power dynamic fantasy.

But before I could respond, Matteo leaned forward, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head as he crushed his lips to mine. I gasped at the sudden contact, my eyes widening in surprise as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a heated demand.

My rational thoughts flew out the window as I melted into the kiss, my hand moving up to grasp his shirt, pulling him closer. Matteo responded eagerly, his hand tangling in my hair as he took control of the kiss, angling my head to plunder my mouth with single-minded intensity.

My senses were overwhelmed by the assault on my senses, his taste, smell, and touch consuming me completely. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only feel as Matteo took control, his hands and mouth moving over me with a raw hunger that left me breathless.

As the kiss deepened, I found myself succumbing to the tide of desire that crashed over us both. His tongue tangled with mine, a battle for dominance that I was all too willing to lose. Our bodies were pressed together, the heat between us growing with each passing moment.

Finally, Matteo broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pulled back slightly. I gasped for air, my mouth feeling swollen and raw from the intensity of the kiss. I could feel the heat pooling in my belly, my body humming with desire and need.

Matteo's eyes were dark and hooded as he looked at me, his gaze roaming over my flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. He let out a low chuckle, his thumb tracing over my lower lip once more. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself," he said, his voice low and husky.

I tried to shake off the heady fog of desire, reminding myself that this was all just a game to him. But as I looked up at Matteo, his gaze searing into me, I knew that I was in deep trouble. I couldn't resist him, couldn't fight the overwhelming attraction that pulled me in like a magnet. And as he leaned down to kiss me again, I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into his dangerous embrace.

Matteo's mouth crushed down on mine again, this time with an even more desperate and possessive edge. I moaned softly into the kiss, my body arching up towards him in response to his rough touch. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, our bodies melded together in a heated frenzy of desire.

I fumbled for the hem of his shirt, slipping my hands underneath to feel the heat of his skin, my fingertips tracing the ridges of his abs. Matteo groaned at the contact, his body tensing under my touch. I could feel his muscles ripple beneath my touch, the power of his body a tantalizing temptation.

I felt a surge of power at his response, emboldening me to take things further. My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing them to reveal more of his chiseled chest. Matteo's breath hitched as my hands roamed over his bare skin, my touch seemingly driving him to further heights of madness.

"So you like to play dirty, do you?" Matteo practically growled, his voice rough and raspy with desire. He pulled back just enough to shrug off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. His chest was now bare, the ridges of his muscles on full display, begging to be touched.

I couldn't resist the invitation, my hands returning to his skin, tracing along each contour and dip with maddening slowness. Matteo muttered something in Italian, his breath coming in short gasps as my fingers explored every inch of exposed skin.

But he wasn't going to let me take control so easily. With a low growl, Matteo grabbed my hands and pushed me back onto the couch, his weight pinning me down as he leaned over me, his eyes darkened with desire.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "What you're doing to my willpower." I could feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy of a predator ready to pounce. But instead of succumbing to his primal instincts, Matteo took a deep breath and composed himself, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes.

"You have two choices," he said, his voice low and rough. "We can stop right here, or we can continue this. But if we continue, there's no going back. Understood?" I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, his eyes searching for any hint of hesitation. But my body was already thrumming with desire, my mind consumed by thoughts of getting lost in his touch.

I knew what my body wanted, knew that every nerve in me was begging for more. And even though a small part of my brain was screaming at me to stop, to think rationally, I couldn't resist the pull of desire. I nodded, my voice too breathless to form words. Matteo's eyes darkened further, a possessive glint in his gaze as he sensed my submission.