My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 32

"Tell me what you want, Tina," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Because right now, I'm willing to give you everything your heart desires."

I was stunned by his words, by the intensity and passion behind them. I hadn't expected such a declaration from him, and it sent my hormones into overdrive. "Anything?" I whispered, my voice hushed and eager.

Matteo chuckled softly, his thumb tracing a lazy pattern on my hip.

"Anything," he affirmed, his eyes locked on mine. "Just say the word and it's yours."

His hand moved up to cradle my face, his touch gentle but possessive. "So tell me," he murmured, his voice low and intoxicating. "What do you desire, cara mia? What do you need from me?"

The way he was looking at me, the tone of his voice, it was all so intense and intimate. I felt as though I was being transported to another realm, one where nothing mattered but the two of us. "You," I say my voice barely above a whisper. "I need you."

My answer seemed to ignite something within him, his eyes sparking with intensity as a low growl rumbled in his chest. "Then you shall have me, mia cara," he murmured, his mouth swooping down to claim mine in a burning, possessive kiss.

I melted into him, my body molding itself to his as his lips explored mine with a passion that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. It was as though he couldn't get enough of me, as though his desire for me was endless.

(The next few days went like this)

Matteo continued to lavish me with attention, his every touch and action designed to make me feel desired and cherished. He treated me like a queen, showering me with gifts and showering me with his own brand of affection. It was a whirlwind of passion and intensity, and I couldn't get enough of it.

"What are you thinking?" Matteo's voice broke into my thoughts, his tone filled with curiosity. We were lying together on his bed, our bodies tangled up together in a mass of limbs and sheets. He was propped up on one elbow, his free hand lazily tracing patterns on my arm.

I tilted my head up to look at him, taking in his tousled hair and disheveled clothing. Despite his appearance, he still managed to look devastatingly handsome. "Just thinking about us," I replied, a soft smile playing at the corners of my mouth.

A pleased smile spread across Matteo's lips. "Us," he murmured, the word sounding almost reverent as it rolled off his tongue.

He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear in a gesture that was both tender and possessive. "What are your thoughts on us?" he asked, his eyes studying me intently.

I thought for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. It was still so strange to think of myself as being in a relationship with a mob boss, but somehow, it felt right. There was a connection between us, a bond that went beyond simple attraction. "I'm happy," I finally said. "I'm happy that we took this chance on each other, and I'm looking forward to seeing where it takes us."

Matteo's smile widened, his eyes softening. "I'm glad to hear that, mia cara," he said quietly. "Because I feel the same way."

I smile and say softly "Do you remember before? We didn't like each other at all, we were forced into this mess and now it's totally different, we love each other and I couldn't never imagine that this day will come."

Matteo's smile turned bittersweet as he nodded. "It's strange, isn't it?" he mused. "How fate can bring two people together in such unexpected ways. I would never have dreamed that I could feel this way about anyone, especially not someone like you. But here we are, and I feel more alive and at peace than I ever have before."