Ties of Blood (Book One)

Chapter 24 ~ Gianna

Gianna Rostova

🚨‼️MATURE SCENE‼️🚨

His eyes drift to the cookies again. He reached out, take it from my hand then hold it to his mouth taking a bite, his jaw worked on it silently. The action was unusually attractive.

"Do you like them?" I asks, after he stay silent for a moment. My thoughts spiraled a moment, did he like them? Did he think they were bad? Was he allergic? There was an epipen here, ri- 

"I do." he say softly, so soft it was almost intimate. 

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew! I was scared you didn't."

I would hate for Matteo to dislike them.

My eyes go back to his computer, "You're working? When's the last time you took a break?" I asks him eyebrows dipping in concern.

His silence and the way he looked up at me was enough of an answer, "You should really relax more often." I shift my weight to my right leg, and he keeps quiet looking up at me with his brown eyes.

I walks over to his end of the desk, "You need to take a break." i says in an strong tone, I cross my arms over my chest and his eyes dip down but he quickly looks at my eyes again.

I could feel a small hue of red tint my cheeks when he says, "Yes, ma'am."

Matteo gets up from his seat, standing to his full height of 6'3, he looks at me with an unreadable expression, "What did you have in mind?" He murmurs against my neck.

"I-I don't...," I suddenly lose the air in my lungs, "I don't know."

"Hm." he mutters his hands begin to roam my body and my breath quickens as pressure forms between my legs.

His hands go from my waist to my hips before pulling me in, my chest rose and fell at a fast pace.

"You're soaked." he says, it wasn't a question.

My silence answered his question enough and he slammed his lips to mine. He pressed me to the desk, completely discarding everything on it Matteo tossed his computer to one of the near by couches while the pens, staplers, and other stationary all fell to the floor with a loud thud but I could hardly hear it compared to the sound of blood roaring in my ears.

"Fuck, amore, you don't know what you do to me, do you?" He asks in an oddly calm tone of voice after pulling away from me, removing my clothes throwing them away, also onto the couch.

I couldn't answer him, I threw my head back when he ran his finger through my slick folds. He palmed my breasts and rolled his fingers until they turned to hardened peaks. I moan softly, clutching to him.

He was right, I was soaked.

His fingers moved with agonising slowness along my folds, a whimper when he pinch my clit my juices gushing out of me. On my thighs, all over his fingers, on his desk.

"What a mess, amore." he drawls from behind me, his fingers still slowing moving along my folds.

"Perhaps, I should have you on all fours licking up your own juices while I fuck you from behind, would you like that, amore?" He asks but his tone deeply contrasted his dirty words.

I whimpered in response, there was something so thrilling about having sex in the most unusual places. Like right now, me sprawled out on Matteos desk as he stood over me at his intimidating height.

My neediness grew when he slowed his place even further, "Please." I say so quietly it was practically a whisper.

Matteo held his two fingers out to me with and unreadable expression on his face. I knew it was twisted but my neediness messed up my brain because i allowed him to slip his fingers into my mouth as I had my own juices.

I dipped my head and licked up the mess on the table too. I hated myself for losing my dignity in front if him but there was just something about Matteo that turned me into a version of myself I didn't even know I had.

Without warning, Matteo thrust into me hard. Sending a shiver through my body. I couldn't even remember him taking off his belt or anything. The desk scraped across the floor, but everything was a bliss.

"Fuck," he groans quietly, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remained in me. My hair clung to the thin layer of sweat on my face, as I grip the edge of the desk. 

I barely caught my breath again before he thrust into me a loud moan escaping my swollen lips.

I finally broke and came with a string of curses and moans as he came with a loud groan right after me. He let out a deep sigh and kissed my cheek softly before pulling me into his lap and we lay down on the couch near by his desk which had pieces of paper, pens and what looked like important documents surrounding the floor.

I finally was able to catch my breath and really relax with him.

"If that's what relaxing is, then I think I could get used to it." he chuckled.

I look up at him a smile spread on my face seeing him smiling, I loved that he smiled more often now.

"Good, you should get used to it." I say back to him.

When I say that, however, I notice a small glint in his eyes but I don't know what it was. Did I say something wrong?

"Because we'll be...we're married now...and we live together?" I say but he looks zoned out, like my words were going through one ear and out the other. 

"Matteo?" I say.

He snaps out of it and turns his head to me, "Sorry, I wasn't...sorry."

Matteo had been acting really weird recently, when I asked him about it he said it was work and believed him. He'd never lie to me.

"It's okay." I lay my head back on his chest, "Is work really that tough?" I ask him.

"Hm?" He says.

"Work? You said that's why you weren't being yourself."

"Oh, right, yeah." he says quietly.

I wanted to ask him about it but I didn't want to pry, we sit in silence for a few moments.

I think about how tough things must have been for Matteo when he was growing up, his mom left and Matteo doesn't seem to like his dad.

I wondered what would happen in he contacted his mom, maybe she cared about him, like I did.

Matteo was a wonderful person. He was kind, caring and an amazing husband with his cute surprises for me and also the mind blowing orgasms but that was a bonus.

"Matteo?" I call.

"Yes, amore?" He answered

"Have you ever thought about contacting your mom?" I ask him, he stiffened his body.

"Hardly." he replies after a slight pause.

"I think you should, you probably don't remember her very well, but maybe she's looking for you too and doesn't know where to search, but you do."

"Amore..." he starts but I cut him off.

"Please, what if she misses you, and Romano too." I say, and look at him.

He still looked hesitant.

"If we can't find her. We can stop and I'll drop it." I say again, looking into his eyes.

"Fine." he says with slight reluctance.

I smile slightly, get up from the chair Matteo also gets up and puts on his boxers and I bend down to give him his laptop.

He sits down and opens his laptop, I didn't know what he was doing but he seemed to and that's all I needed. I sat beside him and lay my head on his bare shoulder.

After a few minutes I eventually get really sleepy and my eyes grew heavier and heavier until I fell asleep.