Page 26 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

His words settled in my chest, and the ache there grew. I wanted him so damn badly that my body moved of its own accord. I dropped to my knees in front of him and gathered his face in my hands. The stubble from a day of growth tickled my fingers as I moved forward and pressed my lips onto his. Attraction zapped through me, bringing about a need that I’d been pushing away.

I shouldn’t let this go further, but after tonight, we both deserved to allow ourselves a bit of lenience.

We’d earned this.

When my lips moved away, his arm wound around my waist and brought me closer. I gasped, but there was no air left between us. Where my body ended, his began. “My biggest regret in leaving was always you,” I whispered.

The truth of the statement burrowed deep. The lost relationship with my brother was a big regret, but the one I’d considered more than any other had been the lost potential between Matteo and I. Callum not knowing his biological father. Me not delving into the passion and longing that had been present for so many years between us.

He stood almost effortlessly, lifting me with him. My legs wound around his waist as he took us to the shower and turned on the water.

He guided me beneath the spray of warm water and held me there, looking over every inch of my face.

“Lili, I’ve wanted you for years. I wanted you when we were children, but after our night together, I fucking needed you. When you left, I tried to find you.”

My eyes widened. “You—you did?”

He nodded once. “I did. I was fucking pissed that you left me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” I admitted.

“You’re not going to leave me again—not like that.”

But I was going to leave again, and we both knew it. This relationship had an expiration date. I wouldn’t be running away to a place where nobody could find me this time, but I couldn’t stay, and we both knew it.

But I wouldn’t leave the same way.

I wouldn’t run this time.

I tightened my grip around his neck and pressed myself into him again, forcing our lips together hungrily. His warm chest was a wall at my front, his arms a cage around my back. I didn’t want to escape as I surrendered to his grip, gasping at the hard length pressed between us. His boxers bulged, and I ground into him, gasping from the shooting pleasure that ran through me.

Matteo wasted no time, turning our bodies and pressing me into the glass wall of the shower. He ground his hips more deeply into mine, and I tipped my head back, crying out as his lips devoured my neck, moving down to where one of his hands gripped my breast.

“Take it off,” I demanded, reaching for my bra.

He easily reached to my back and unclasped the bra, allowing it to fall to the floor in a sopping pile of fabric. He moved his hand to mine, squeezing it and pinning it above me as his head dipped. He sucked my nipple between his lips, and I bucked, crying out as the ecstasy of his touch shot through my entire body.

His hand tightened on mine as his mouth moved to my other breast, nipping the skin around the nipples in a way that had me panting in need.

“Matteo!” I shouted as liquid pooled between my thighs. The heat was almost unbearable, and I needed more of him.

He lowered me onto legs that seemed unable to support me fully. His hand trailed down my arm as he lowered himself to his knees and jerked my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them as his large hand wrapped around my ankle and pulled my leg over his shoulder.

I couldn’t find words as he grabbed both of my hips and pressed them into the shower wall before feasting on me.

I hadn’t ever heard the sounds that were leaving my lips.

My body writhed with all the pent-up lust and need that had only grown over the years. His tongue swept through me, plunging in and out with circular motions that had every inch of me shaking in a way that I couldn’t process. The strength and callouses of his hands on my hips combined with the scruff of his jaw on my inner thighs was enough that I shuttered with immediate release, unable to stop the bucking of my hips.

A sound reverberated from the back of his throat as he pulled himself from me and licked his glistening lips. Matteo slowly stood. He dropped his boxers to the ground and came toward me. He surprised me when he reached past me and pumped soap into his hands. He rubbed them together, his eyes never leaving mine.

I panted and waited.

He rubbed his hands across my body slowly, lathering each spot carefully. He started on my arms, then my chest, which he spent considerably longer than necessary washing. His hands moved across my sides and then between my thighs.

I jerked and trembled beneath his hands.

“We can do this later,” I begged.

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