Matteo

“What is this?” Adriana asked, her brows pulling tight as she tried to understand the recording I had just played for her.

Her voice was sharp but shaky, like she already knew the answer and just didn’t want to believe it.

“I recorded the conversation I had with Annie and Marco,” I told her, my tone flat, but inside I was smug. I had proof. Evidence. Something she couldn’t deny now.

She blinked at me, wide-eyed, her lips parting in disbelief. “Is he—?”

“Yes,” I said before she finished. “They were fucking. And she was begging me, like she always does.”

Adriana shot up from the bed, pacing the room with the phone still pressed to her ear. Her breathing grew uneven.

“You mean to tell me everything she told me was a lie?” she asked, her voice cracking.

“Yes, Adriana. I told you she was crazy. She only acted remorseful so you wouldn’t pull the trigger.”

She turned, her face caught between shame and anger, and then suddenly she walked straight into my arms. I felt her trembling as she pressed her face to my chest.

“I feel so stupid, Matteo,” she whispered. “So, so stupid.”

“You don’t have to,” I said, holding her tighter. “I shouldn’t have let her into our home. That’s on me. I put you in danger when my job is to protect you. I failed, and I’m sorry.”

She let out a broken laugh, half sob. “Never did I think a made man would be apologising to me, let alone a Don.”

I didn’t answer. I just stood still, holding her, letting her feel that I meant every word. After a moment, I tilted my head, studying her face. She was uneasy, restless. I stretched out my hand to her.

“Come.”

She hesitated only for a second before slipping her hand into mine. Her palm was small, soft, too soft for someone who had been through hell.

No scars, no marks. Untouched by the kind of dirt I lived in every day.

We walked down the stairs in silence. The sound of our footsteps echoed faintly through the hall. She finally found her voice.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” I said, letting a grin spread across my face. It caught her off guard, and she blushed. Blushed. Adriana, a woman raised in the mafia world, was blushing like an innocent girl.

I pushed open the door. A huge pink bow was tied across it. The second the room came into view, she gasped, covering her mouth.

“Matteo—w-what is this?” Her eyes were already watering.

I nodded toward the space. “I knew you loved painting. I wanted to give you something that’s yours. Something you’ll never forget.”

She threw herself into my arms, clinging to me. “It’s beautiful, Matteo. I love it. No one has ever done something like this for me.”

She ran around the room like a child.

They were statues, easels, boards, endless buckets of paint lined in every colour I could find. Brushes of every shape. And the city skyline framed by a floor-to-ceiling window, glowing against the night.

She ran back and hugged me again, tears streaking down her cheeks. “I’m so grateful, Matteo. This is my dream. You don’t even know what this means.”

I kissed her, slow at first, tasting her relief, her gratitude. But she deepened it quickly, sliding her tongue against mine, humming low in her throat as if kissing me gave her more life.

She pressed herself against me, reminding me of the fire that burned in her body, and pulled away with a teasing smile before it got too heated.

“How was work?” She asked, turning toward the window.

“My papa may declare war soon. It's because I breached his territory.”

She gasped, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. “Matteo, I’m sorry. If you had left me that day, none of this would have happened.”

I spun to face her, my voice cutting sharply. “No. Stop it. If the devil himself had kidnapped you, Adriana, I’d have gone down to hell and dragged you back.”

Her lips parted. She stared at me like she couldn’t find words.

I softened, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “We’ll have to visit other families, strengthen alliances before my father poisons them. I want you with me, Princess. By my side.”

Her answer was immediate. “Anything. I’d do anything, Matteo. Anything to bring that man down”

Relief curled low in my chest. I kissed her again, needing the anchor of her body against mine.

When I pulled back, I really looked at her. She wore delicate white lingerie.

It was sheer, almost transparent. A tiny pair of shorts that clung to her hips, riding high enough that her ass peeked through. The top hugged her tits, barely covering her nipples, with a slit at the center of her stomach.

Her long dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, making her look both angelic and filthy at once.

“You’re staring,” she teased softly, her lips tugging into a shy smile. “I wanted to look nice for you.”

I caught her hand and pressed it to the bulge in my trousers. She gasped when she felt how hard I already was.

Her palm trembled as she rubbed me over the fabric, careful, cautious, like I’d break if she squeezed too hard. I guided her hand, pressing her tighter against me. Her strokes grew bolder.

Then she looked up at me from under her lashes. “Tell me something, Matteo.”

I smirked. “What do you want to know?”

“Anything, tell me anything”

“You're the only woman I have kissed”, I admitted

Her lips parted in disbelief, her hand sliding lower, tugging at my belt. “Why?”

“I was waiting for the right woman.” My voice came out rough, true.

Her smile spread, slow and sinful. She freed me from my trousers, and my cock sprang up, thick, veined, already painfully hard.

She inhaled sharply. “You’re… so big.”

Her fingers wrapped around me, pumping once, twice, testing my weight. My hips jerked forward at the contact.

I braced a hand on the window behind me, sucking in breath as she stroked me harder. My cock twitched, leaking pre-cum, and she bent forward, her tongue sliding across the tip.

“Adriana…” My voice cracked. “Fuck.”

Her lips stretched around me as she took me into her mouth, slowly, savouring the size. The wet heat of her tongue sent a shock through my spine.

I gripped her ponytail, holding her steady, but let her set the pace. She sucked softly, letting her lips drag over my length, swirling her tongue against the sensitive head. Her hand worked the base, pumping in rhythm with her mouth.

Her eyes flicked up to me, glistening, daring.

The sight made me groan. “Christ, Princess… you’re too fucking good.”

She moaned around my cock, the vibration making me shudder. Strings of spit slid down her chin as she pushed deeper, gagging lightly when I hit the back of her throat.

“Take it slow,” I rasped, even as my body betrayed me, thrusting forward.

She didn’t listen. She wanted more. She relaxed her throat, pushing down further until her nose brushed my stomach. I felt the tight squeeze of her gagging throat around my cock, and my control shattered.

“Fuck—Adriana—”

I yanked her ponytail, pulling her head back just enough before slamming forward again, burying myself down her throat. She choked, but she clawed at my thighs, urging me on.

I growled, increasing the pace. I used her mouth, fucking it like it was her cunt, watching my cock disappear between her swollen lips again and again.

Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn’t stop. She moaned every time I drove back in her sweet mouth, like it fucking thrilled her.

Her top slipped down, one tit spilling free. She pinched her nipple, rolling it harshly, red and sore, while gagging on my cock. My Adriana… my sweet princess… getting off on being used like a slut.

“Look at you,” I groaned, fucking her throat raw. “You love this shit. You love being treated like my little whore, don’t you?”

Her nails dug into my thighs, her answer a muffled, eager moan around my cock.

I lost it. My hips snapped hard, faster, my balls slapping her chin. The wet sounds filled the room—gagging, choking, sucking. Small spit dripped down her neck, soaking her tits.

My orgasm built, every time my cock disappeared into her mouth and came all the way out.

“I’m gonna cum in that perfect throat. Take it. Swallow every fucking drop.”

I thrust deep one final time, holding her nose against my stomach as my cock erupted. Hot cum shot straight down her throat, pulse after pulse, and she took it all, gagging but swallowing like she was starved for it.

Her throat worked around me, milking me dry until my legs shook.

I pulled back, gasping. She coughed softly, cum glistening on her lips, but she swallowed the last of it with a little smile.

Tears streaked her cheeks.

Her mascara smudged.

Her hair a mess.

She licked my tip clean, then looked up at me through wet lashes.

“I liked it,” she whispered hoarsely, and her shy smile returned.

Fuck. She was going to kill me.