Page 87 of His Tesoro

He took the necklace and clasped it around my neck. His hands lingered even after it was on. “This belonged to my nonna.”

My hand fluttered to the locket, holding it tightly. “Thank you,” I said again. My throat felt tight. I couldn’t believe he thought I was special enough for a gift like this.

“Don’t take it off,” he said gruffly. His jaw and shoulders were set—tight, unmoving—and I’d learned this was his tell. He was nervous.

I cocked my head to the side, still looking at him through the mirror. “Why? Is there a tracker in here or something?” I joked.

His jaw clenched. “Yes.” That was all he said as he crossed his arms, meeting my gaze with a hard stare, as if daring me to challenge him.

“Okay,” I said, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling.

My protective husband.

He blinked. “Yes, okay. That’s right.” He cleared his throat again. “Are you ready to go?”

“I’m ready,” I said, taking one last look in the mirror. With the locket on, I didn’t feel as self-conscious about my dress anymore.

I maneuvered my chair so I was facing Matteo. He leaned down once more, but this time his hands ran down my side and hips. His touch was slow, sensual, possessive. His thumb and forefinger gripped my chin. “You look stunning, tesoro,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss my forehead.

This time, I couldn’t stop my smile.

47

SOFIYA

My stomach fluttered with anxiety. I squeezed Matteo’s hand tight, my eyes fixed on the lights illuminating the tree-lined road we were driving down. The capo’s house was about an hour outside of the city.

Matteo put his arm around me and pulled me as close to his side as my seatbelt would allow. “Why are you so nervous, tesoro?” His nose skimmed the side of my face, and he placed the whisper of a kiss against my cheek.

“It’s been a long time since I was out in public like this… at a party. Are you sure I belong here?”

Matteo pulled back enough for me to see his disapproving expression. “You belong by my side, wherever I am, and I’ll kill anyone who says otherwise.”

“I’m not sure murder would help the situation much.”

Matteo just grunted as if murder solved everything. I elbowed him in the ribs, exasperated.

“Hitting your Don. That deserves some punishment, Sofiya.” His stern tone mixed with his smirk and the way his hand crept up my thigh heated my insides.

I let out an involuntary whimper and Matteo chuckled, his breath ruffling my hair. His lips dipped to my ear, his words just for me. “Are you wet for me, tesoro? Do you want me to pet this needy little pussy?” His hold on my thigh tightened, heightening my arousal.

I eyed Enzo and Angelo, who were sitting up front, and Noodle, who was curled up at my feet, before giving my husband a small nod.

“Mmm.” He cupped my pussy through my dress. “Too bad we’re already here.”

I glanced out the window. We had come to a stop in front of a massive mansion. I whipped my head back to my husband. “But…”

Angelo and Enzo exited the car, leaving us alone.

Matteo grinned and gently kissed me. “I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl and wait until we get home.”

“No,” I whined.

He gripped my chin. “If you’re good for me, I’ll eat that sweet pussy when we get home. I’ll make you come on my tongue, fingers, and cock. But”—He ran his fingers through my hair and then gripped tight, tilting my head back to meet his hot gaze—“if you’re a naughty girl, I’ll spank you and fuck you, taking my own pleasure from your body without letting you come.”

I squirmed in my seat, pressing my thighs together with my soaked underwear tight against my core.

“There, that’s the expression I like seeing on my wife. Needy and begging, knowing she has to be a good girl and obey.”

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