My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 28

After that day I lay in my bed trying to find a way to sleep but I couldn't, my mind reminding all the thing that happened today.

The sensations and images of the day flood back to me, replaying in my mind as I lie in bed. The feel of Matteo's mouth on mine, the taste of his skin, the sound of his voice as he whispered Italian words in my ear... it's all so vivid, so real in my memory. I toss and turn, trying to shake off the memories, but they stubbornly stay with me, leaving my body restless and my mind racing.

I try to rationalize the events, to tell myself that it was just an experiment, just a game for Matteo. But even as I try to convince myself, I know that it's not entirely true. There was something about the intensity of that kiss, the way he touched me, that speaks of something deeper, something more than just a game. And now I'm left confused and conflicted, trying to understand what exactly happened between us and what it meant.

The next days were filled with the love that Matteo gave me, I knew it was just a game but I could feel myself starting to have feelings for him. I know it was bad, I couldn't fall in love with the person I hated the most.
But my feelings was telling me otherwise.

As the days passed, I found myself falling deeper under Matteo's spell. His charm and charisma were impossible to resist, his touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. Despite my efforts to keep things casual, I found myself thinking about him more and more, dreaming about the way he looked at me, the way he touched me. It was like a drug, and I was quickly becoming addicted.

And yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was playing with fire. I knew that getting involved with Matteo was dangerous, that he had a history of using people and then discarding them when he got bored. But somehow, my heart didn't seem to care. It wanted what it wanted, and it wanted Matteo, no matter how toxic or destructive it might be.

I wondered if he felt the same way.

As I replayed our interactions in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder if Matteo was feeling the same way I was. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it all suggested that there was something deeper lurking beneath the surface. But at the same time, I couldn't trust my own judgment. Matteo was a master at hiding his true feelings, and I knew that he could just as easily be playacting for his own amusement.

The more I thought about it, the more confused and conflicted I became. My heart wanted to believe that he was falling for me, that our connection was real and meaningful. But my head was telling me to be cautious, not to get too attached to someone who might just use me and then toss me aside.

I didn't know if my plan had worked on him but I knew it had worked on me instead.

As the days turned into weeks, I continued to spend time with Matteo, unable to resist the pull of his charm and charisma. But even as I enjoyed his company, I couldn't shake the lingering worry that I was falling for him, that my plan had backfired on me. I tried to keep my guard up, to remind myself that Matteo was a player, that I shouldn't trust him or his affections. But no matter how hard I tried, my heart kept betraying me, pulling me deeper into his web.

One day we were having dinner when I noticed his gaze on me.

As he raised his wine glass to his lips, his eyes met mine over the rim of the glass. There was a heated intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver up my spine, making my heart flutter in my chest. He continued to watch me as he took a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving mine.

I felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze, my heartbeat quickening as I tried in vain to hide the effect he was having on me. But Matteo just smirked, as if he knew exactly how he affected me. He set his glass down on the table, never breaking eye contact.

"You look beautiful tonight." His voice was low and husky, the Italian accent only adding to the seductive quality of his words. I blushed even deeper, feeling more flustered than ever before. "Thanks," I mumbled, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies flapping wildly in my stomach.

"I can't take my eyes off of you," he said softly, his voice a deep purr that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers moved across the table to brush lightly against my own, a gentle touch that ignited a spark inside me.

I was acutely aware of the electricity coursing through my body, the way my skin tingled wherever his touch lingered. His gaze was like a weight, pressing down on me and making it hard to breathe. Even as I tried to look away, to break the spell he was weaving around me, I found my eyes drawn back to his, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.

"You are very quiet" he said, his gaze still fixed on me.

I found myself lost for words, my mind a scattered mess as his intense gaze held me captive. "I... I don't know what to say," I managed to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. He gave a low, seductive chuckle, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on my hand.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just let me look at you." His words sent a tremor through me, a shiver of anticipation and desire that made me feel almost dizzy. I could feel the heat pooling in my stomach, my body responding to his whispered command even as my mind screamed at me to pull away.