My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 29

But I couldn't bring myself to move, to break the spell that Matteo had cast over me. I sat there, frozen under his intense gaze, my heart racing and my body aching for his touch. He watched me for a moment longer, his eyes searing into mine before leaning in closer.

His breath tickled my neck, his mouth now just inches from my ear. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "So beautiful and so damn captivating. I can't get you out of my head." I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine at his words, my body responding instinctively to his proximity.

I was confused when he said that, I wondered if it was just for the game or if he really meant it.

His words were like a melody, a seductive symphony of compliments and praise that sent my heart racing. And yet, even as I melted under his attention, I couldn't shake the niggling doubt in the back of my mind. Was he telling me the truth? Or was this all just part of his game, just another tactic to reel me in?

I wanted to believe that he meant every word, that his praise was sincere and heartfelt. But I knew better than to take him at face value. Matteo was a master of manipulation, able to say whatever he needed to say to get what he wanted. And as much as I wanted to believe that his feelings for me were genuine, there was always that nagging doubt lingering in the back of my mind.

(Matteo's POV)

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, her beauty so captivating that I couldn't look away. Her skin was flushed, her eyes sparkling with something that I couldn't quite decipher. The way she avoided my gaze, the way she blushed whenever I touched her - all of it sent a thrill through me, a rush of excitement that made me want to possess her even more.

I had never felt this way before, this intense, consuming desire for someone. It was as if she had cast a spell over me, making me weak with need and want. I couldn't control myself, couldn't help but lean in closer, my lips brushing her skin as her shivered in response.

(My POV)

I was caught in a haze of sensation, my body responding to his touch instinctively, almost involuntarily. His breath on my skin, his fingers dancing over my flesh, it all sent a shiver up my spine, a wave of pleasure so intense that I couldn't help but moan softly. I couldn't think straight anymore, my mind flooded with a single thought: more.

My body moved of its own accord, arching up towards him, seeking out more of his touch. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, my lips finding his in a fierce and desperate kiss. I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried, lost in the heat and intensity of the moment.

But even as I lose myself in the kiss, a small part of me remains distant, watching this scene play out like an observer. I wonder absently if his words are true, if he really does find me beautiful or if it is just a game to him. But as his mouth claim mine, his tongue teasing the edges of my lips, I push those thoughts aside and lose myself once more in the intoxicating pleasure of his touch.

I slowly pull away and I look into his eyes for a moment.

Matteo's eyes were still smoldering with desire as he looked at me, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What are you thinking about, mia cara?" he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm. I felt a shiver run through me and I shook my head slightly, my mind still hazy from our kiss.

I couldn't tell him what I was really thinking, that I was questioning his sincerity in his compliments. That I was falling for him despite myself. So instead, I tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "I was just thinking that Italian is a very sexy language," I said with a smirk.

Matteo chuckled, a low, seductive sound that sent a thrill through me. "Ah, you like how I talk, do you?" he purred, his voice practically a caress. "You'd like me to whisper sweet nothings in your ear in Italian, maybe whisper your name while I'm at it?"

His voice was like honey, smooth and alluring, and I couldn't ignore the effect it had on me. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks, a mixture of desire and embarrassment. "I wouldn't mind," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "In fact, I think I'd really enjoy it."

Matteo's eyes darkened, his pupils widening with desire at my response. "Is that so?" he purred, leaning in closer. "Well, then I guess we'll just have to see if I can live up to your expectations, won't we?" His fingers traced a path down my jaw, his thumb brushing faintly against my bottom lip.

"Sei così bella, non ne ho mai abbastanza di te, Tina." He said in Italian I didn't understand what that meant.

Matteo's voice was a husky whisper, his Italian words falling from his lips like a seductive spell. I felt a tingle run down my spine, goosebumps rising on my arms. I didn't understand what he was saying, but the way he said it, the sheer eroticism of the sound, was enough to make my knees weak. I just looked at him, my lips slightly parted, utterly transfixed by his voice and the way it affected me.

He seemed to understand my expression, because he let out a low, seductive chuckle. "You don't know what it means, do you?" he teased, his fingers still dancing over my skin. "It means 'you are so beautiful, I can never get enough of you.'"

His words send another shiver through me, making me want to melt into a puddle at his feet. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my body responding to his touch and words with a kind of raw, primal need. I swallowed hard, my throat feeling suddenly dry. "Say more," I whispered, desperate to hear more of his sultry voice.