Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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As the door clicked shut and the others bid their goodnights, Matteo reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp, casting the room into a comforting darkness. The heavy rain pattering against the windows became the only sound, a rhythm that filled the space as Yulia settled into the bed beside him. The quiet of the night seemed peaceful, but her mind was anything but. Her thoughts swirled with curiosity, and the tension between them was undeniable.
"Matteo," she whispered softly, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters.
He chuckled, the deep sound rolling through the darkness, and she felt it more than heard it. "Yes, princess?" he responded, his voice smooth and lazy, like he had all the time in the world to indulge her.
Yulia turned slightly to face him, though she could barely make out his features in the dim light from the rain-soaked window. The weight of her question sat on her tongue, her curiosity bubbling to the surface despite the softness of the night.
"What did Leo say?" she asked, the words slipping out before she could hold them back. She had been too wrapped up in the earlier tension to let it go.
Matteo's chuckle darkened, a low rumble that held an edge of danger. "He said," he started, amusement thick in his tone, "if I don't behave, I won't get to play with my new toy for a month."
Yulia blinked, confused by his words, her mind racing to catch up. Toy? Her lips parted as she tried to wrap her head around it. "What kind of toy is it?" she asked innocently, her curiosity genuine. "I didn't know you had toys... are they collectibles?"
That did it.
Matteo's laughter broke through the calm of the room, loud and full, the kind that came from deep within his chest. It was the kind of laugh that made Yulia's cheeks warm, though she wasn't quite sure why. The shift in the air was palpable, and when his laughter subsided, his tone turned darker, more intimate.
"You, princess," he growled softly, his words rolling over her like velvet. "You are my new toy."
The weight of his words hit her like a shockwave. Yulia felt her breath hitch, and her body shuddered involuntarily. The way he said it, the intensity of his tone, left her heart racing. Though the room was dark, she could feel his gaze on her, searing through the shadows. There was something raw and hungry in it, and even without seeing his eyes, she knew-he wanted her.
Her voice, now a shaky whisper, was filled with the tension she felt. "Will you play with me now?"
The question slipped out before she could stop herself, a boldness she didn't know she had. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she didn't want to take the words back. She wanted him, and the thought of being his "toy" both thrilled and terrified her.
Matteo leaned in close, the warmth of his body pressing against hers as he kissed her cheek, soft but deliberate. His lips lingered for a moment, and Yulia felt the electricity in the touch.
