My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 31

(Matteo's POV)

My heart was racing, my mind consumed with thoughts of her. I had never felt this way about anyone before, never felt this intense, irresistible pull towards another person. It was as if Tina had bewitched me, ensnaring me in a spell that I never wanted to escape from. I stared at her, transfixed by her beauty, her fire, her strength. She was like a blaze, burning brightly and making me crave her touch, her kiss, her very being.

It was a foreign and unfamiliar feeling for me. In my line of work, love and attachment were liabilities, distractions that could lead to weakness. But with Tina, it was different. She ignited something deep within me, a simmering fire that burned hotter and brighter with every touch, every stolen glance. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly.

(My POV)

Part of me told myself that he was completely sincere with me.

That there really was no longer any game, that this was all real. His eyes, his touch, his voice- everything about him seemed to speak of genuine desire and emotion. And yet, another part of me held back, hesitant to fully trust him.

After all, he was a mafia boss. I knew firsthand how dangerous and cunning they could be. He could be playing me, manipulating me, saying whatever it took to reel me in. As much as I wanted to believe him, that lingering doubt still gnawed at me.

But when he looked at me like that, I could feel a sincerity into his eyes.

"Tina," he whispered my name, his voice husky with emotion. "I want you, all of you. I want to know more about you, every little secret and dream."

"What do you want to know?" I ask.

"Everything," he murmured, pulling me closer so that we were pressed tightly together. His eyes were dark, filled with desire and something more. I could feel the heat from his body seeping into my skin, setting me alight in a way that was both exhilarating and dizzying.

"I'm french, my favorite color is blue, I am passionate about cooking, my birthday is may 20." I say.

His eyes sparkled with interest as I listed off my basic information. His hands were still on my body, his touch gentle but possessive. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, mentally cataloging each piece of information I had given him. I wonder what he was thinking, what he was making of me.

"You're french, that's interesting."
He said while looking into my eyes.

"Your birthday is May 20th, that means you're a Gemini," he added, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks at the way he was studying me, dissecting me with his gaze.

His hands caressed my body, his touch setting my nerves ablaze. "And your favorite color is blue," he murmur, his voice low and seductive. "Why blue?"

"Blue, because it remind me of the ocean and the sky" I respond.

"Ah, the ocean and the sky." He echoed, his fingers tracing lightly along my collarbone. "Two of the most beautiful and mysterious things in the world. Like you."

His words lingered between us, heavy with meaning and innuendo. I could feel my pulse quickening, my breath catching in my throat. He was flirting with me, and it was making me feel both flustered and excited.

"How about you?" I ask "I want to know everything about you"

Matteo chuckled softly at my request, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. "Well, where to begin? I was born in Italy, grew up in a small town near the Amalfi coast. My favorite color is black, because it's elegant and mysterious, just like me."

I smile.

"My birthday is on November 12th, so I'm a Scorpio" He adds.

His hands continued to trail over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "And as for my passions, well, I've already shown you what those are." He murmur, his voice dropping an octave.

"Well, let me guess is looking at me?" I say.

Matteo chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "You guessed right, mia cara. Looking at you is definitely one of my favorite pastimes." His fingers traced the line of my jaw, gently tilting up my chin.

His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his gaze fixated on my mouth. "And touching you," he murmured softly. "Touching you is another one of my favorite activities."

His words sent a jolt of desire down my spine, my breath catching in my chest.

I felt my cheeks getting red.

Matteo's lips curved into a sly smile. "Ah, your cheeks are flushed," he noted, his voice husky with desire. "You like it when I talk like that, don't you?"

"No, no, I just I...I'm not used to it" I say.

Matteo chuckled, clearly finding my bashfulness amusing. "You'll have to get used to it, mia cara. I can be quite relentless when I want something, and right now, all I want is you."

His eyes sparkled with dark desire, his voice low and seductive. "So why don't you stop trying to fight it, and just give in to what what we both want?"

His words ignited a flame within me, a burning desire that I couldn't ignore any longer. Without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his in a scorching, passionate kiss.

Matteo responded instantly, his hands tangling in my hair as his mouth devoured mine. It was a kiss that was hungry, desperate, like we couldn't get enough of each other. As our mouths moved together in a dance of desire and need, I knew that I was completely undone by this man.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless and flushed. Matteo's eyes were dark and sultry, his breath came in ragged gasps. He looked at me with a mixture of triumph and smug satisfaction. "You see, mia cara? I told you I wouldn't stop until you surrendered to me."

I could feel my heart racing, my body singing from the intensity of the kiss. "I surrendered," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Completely and utterly."

He smiled, a cocky grin that sent a shiver down my spine. "Ah, but the surrender is just the beginning, mia cara. Now the true fun can begin." His hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring every inch of me.