Matteo

“You look beautiful, princess,” I said, pressing a kiss to Adriana’s forehead as I guided her into the car.

She nodded, smiling shyly. If she weren’t careful, I’d take her right then and there just for flashing me that damn smile.

“Thank you, Matteo. You look nice too.”

She wore a wrap sunflower dress that hugged her curves before sweeping down to the floor.

When she lifted the hem to step into the car, I caught sight of the white Hermès slippers on her feet. One of the first gifts I bought her after I got out of the hospital.

Her sleek, black hair was tied into a high ponytail, simple but perfect.

She looked breathtaking. Too breathtaking. And a part of me itched to grab a fistful of that ponytail and watch those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.

She caught the way I was looking at her and dipped her head shyly. My wife was still so easily flustered around me. That shyness wouldn’t last forever, I’d make sure of it.

“I’ve never been to Miami before, you know,” she murmured, almost like she was confessing a secret.

“You’ll love it, baby. The beaches are beautiful, the sun’s always out. The nightlife’s something else too.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement, wide and innocent, almost like a child’s. I couldn’t help but smile at that look on her face.

“Gabriel is the Don of the Cuban family,” I went on. “We’ve had our differences, but we’re still close.”

Her smile faltered. “But… Do you think he’ll help us in the war?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “That, I don’t know. Gabriel only just took power after his papa’s car was bombed. He’s been sheltered most of his life, spoiled. He’s a party maniac, still is.”

Adriana’s face fell, worry etched into her features.

“I just hope,” I said, watching her carefully, “that he realizes the mafia isn’t only about money, girls, and drugs. His father’s death should’ve been enough to open his eyes. Something big is coming and he needs to be ready.”

“Hopefully.” She nodded, though her expression stayed troubled. I leaned closer and pressed a kiss against the side of her neck. Her body shivered under my touch, and I smirked. I loved that I could make her melt so easily.

“D-does he have a wife?” she asked, still flustered from the kiss.

“Yes, baby. A wife and a little girl. You’d love them.”

That made her smile, though it didn’t last long. Her brows pulled together again. “But… does he love her?” she asked, her big brown eyes locking onto mine.

“Princess,” I said, brushing my thumb along her jaw, “you know most mafia men don’t marry for love.”

She sighed softly, her voice dropping. “Well… did you marry me for convenience or for love?”

“For love, Adriana. I swear it.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing mine with a hesitant sweetness at first, but hesitation never survived in my hands.

My fingers curled tight around her throat, crushing and possessive, and that little gasp she gave, the whimper at the back of her throat, set my blood on fire.

Her kiss deepened instantly, desperate, her tongue sliding against mine as her eyes rolled back in surrender.

I felt her hand slip lower, sliding over the hard bulge straining against my pants. That wicked little rub made my grip tighten on her neck until she moaned into my mouth, and fuck, I wanted her right there.

She tore her mouth from mine with a gasp when I bit down on her swollen lower lip, leaving it reddened, trembling. My lips trailed to her ear, teeth grazing the delicate skin, kissing, biting, owning her.

I could feel her shiver beneath me, torn between fear and want.

Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling like she’d run a marathon, eyes wide and dazed as she looked at me. Her voice broke, fragile but certain:

“Well… I love you, Matteo. So please… don’t hurt me.”

I pressed her head tighter in my grip, kissed her forehead rough and unrelenting, and growled against her skin

“Never.”

The convoy glided past the gates quickly and the hangar stretched wide and polished.

I caught the way her lips parted, the faint spark in her eyes as she tried to mask her awe.

“Like what you see, princess?” I murmured, letting my breath ghost over the shell of her ear.

She shot me a glare, but it was weak, her mouth betraying her with the beginning of a smile. “Don’t get used to me being impressed.”

I smirked. She could pretend all she wanted, but I saw her. I always saw her.

Then the jet came into view, and her act shattered completely.

My jet. Sleek, white, perfect. The family crest near the tail caught the light, subtle yet commanding.

Her breath hitched, and fuck, I wanted to ruin her right there on the polished floor just for looking at it like that.

She surged forward, curious, greedy to touch, to explore.

Every sway of her hips as she moved ahead of me was torture. My eyes burned into her body, following the bounce of her ass beneath that dress, the way the fabric clung to her thighs.

Inside the jet, she forgot herself entirely, drifting from the leather seats to the walnut paneling, fingers gliding over the bar like a child in a candy store. And me? I forgot patience.

The way she leaned, the soft tilt of her back, her ass sticking out just enough.

My cock swelled instantly, pressing thick and unforgiving against my pants. I shifted, jaw tightening, trying not to lunge at her like an animal before the goddamn engines even started.

I’d let her play tourist for another five minutes. Maybe.

“Come here,” I ordered, my voice rough, leaving no room for hesitation. She stalled, biting her lip like the shy little tease she was, but she walked toward me anyway.

I leaned back, lowering the seat to give us space. My cock was throbbing, pushing painfully against my zipper, and I tapped my lap for her to sit.

She slipped off her slippers, climbing onto me like a nervous kitten, placing her small hands on my shoulders.

I adjusted her hips until her pussy sat right on my bulge. She gasped, biting down another smile when she felt how hard I was.

Oh, I’d wipe that little smirk off her face with screams.

I cupped her ass, squeezing until she yelped, and she pressed her wet, sloppy kisses against my neck.

My hands roamed, unwrapping her dress and exposing her nipples already stiff and pink. She pressed herself against my chest to hide, but I just laughed.

“Matteo… won’t someone come in?” she whispered, breathless.

I growled low. “It’s a jet, princess. Only you, me, Marco, and Lorenzo are coming later. No one’s watching.”

She nodded, settling on me, moaning at the hardness straining against my pants.

I tugged her dress completely off, tossing it aside, exposing her white thong and pulled it to the side.

I pulled a nipple into my mouth and licked.

“M-Matteo, please… b-bite.”

I obliged, clamping her teeth to her nipple, earning a scream as she clutched my shoulders. Her juices coated me, dripping, slick and hot. “Already this wet?” I rasped, grinding against her. “Want me to fuck you right here?”

“Yes, please,” she whimpered.

“Yes, sir, to you,” I rasped.

She nodded and I lunged, hand on her throat, teeth grazing her jaw. “You know, princess… I could break you right now. I don’t want a nod. I want you to say it.”

“Yes, sir!” she gasped, scratching at my hand. Her eyes flashed panic, life draining, so I released her neck. She gasped for air, and I thrust into her without hesitation, not even halfway in before she screamed.

“Matteo… you’re going to kill me! You’re too big!”

I tightened my grip on her ponytail, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You made me wait. Now you’ll learn how to take me, princess. Hear me?”

“Yes, sir!” she screamed, trembling.

I drove deeper, fucking her balls-deep, her wet cunt clenched around me like it wanted to swallow me whole.

Her back arched violently, tits bouncing against my chest, her cries filling the jet.

I lifted her up and slammed her down, ass jiggling on my balls with every thrust, slapping it for emphasis, driving her wild.

“Matteooo fuckkk” Her moans turned into broken words, gibberish, and I didn’t slow, fucking her viciously.

Her cream coated my cock, sliding down into the seat, and I groaned at the sight. I couldn't even see my own dick with all that cream, losing control I increased my pace.

“S-sir… I’m gonna co—” she couldn’t finish, climaxing hard and squirting all over me.

Her body trembled violently, crying as her body shook from the orgasm and how fast i fucked her, I went harder, not letting her rest.

My cock stiffened again inside her, and I came, filling her hot tight pussy with my seed while she whimpered, her cries mixing with my grunts.

She looked at me with wide, dazed eyes, her lips parting like she wanted to speak, but I wasn’t done. My cock pulsed inside her, slick with our mixture, still rock hard, still pounding her, still claiming every inch of her.

Every scream, every shake of her body, every wet, messy sound of her cunt on my cock made me harder, made me lose more control, and I didn’t stop.

I felt my dick get hard again and her lips widened like she was about to say something, but she pouted when i didnt stop fucking her.

I watched my seed and her cream mixi

o and I thrust harder deeper, losing control again.