Page 49 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

Was I really doing this?

Was I listening to Matteo when he asked me to go to the ladies' room and wait for him? This was out of character for me in every way, but Matteo affected me in a way that I couldn’t explain. He had a spell on me that I couldn’t break, no matter how hard I tried.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Matteo strode inside, closing the door behind him and locking it.

“We—we shouldn’t do this here,” I stammered.

Matteo moved forward, not slowing as he approached. He gripped both my hips and easily lifted me onto the counter by the sink before burying his face into the crook between my shoulder and neck. “I’ve never lost control around someone else, Lili,” he whispered.

“You haven’t lost control with me,” I reminded him.

“What do you think this is?” he asked as he pressed his lips into my neck. I gasped and arched into him. “Everything about you tests my control. Fuck, when you’re this close, all I can think about is what I want to do to you.”

“What do you want to do to me?” I asked, a small moan slipping from my lips as his hands tightened on my waist.

He took a long breath, exhaling for long seconds before speaking. “I want my lips all over you. I want to taste every inch of your skin. I want to taste the warmth between your legs. Fuck, I want to feast on it again, Lilianna. I want it all.”

I sucked in a sharp breath and sucked my lower lip between my teeth.

He gripped my chin, pressing his lips to mine roughly. My lip found its way between his teeth next, and he bit it hard enough that I gasped.

When he released my lip, he took a deep breath before stepping back.

“What—what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’m not going to fuck you in a bathroom, Lili.”

The words sent me reeling. A part of me wanted him to fuck me here. I shouldn’t have wanted that. Not with everything happening around us. But I yearned for the release sleeping with him would promise.

“Why not?” I asked.

He trembled slightly as he stood before me, and I knew his control was being narrowly contained. I knew it, yet I still reached out and grabbed his wrist. My body yearned for his touches. It begged for me to go further with him. The heat between my legs had me trembling.

With his wrist in my hand, I moved it between my thighs. His eyes darkened, and his body lunged forward.

He dipped his hand and brought my dress up to my hips. He ran the palm of his hand over the slick heat between my legs, and his stiffened shoulders told me that he could feel it through my panties.

“Fuck,” he seethed, pressing his forehead into mine as the pressure between my legs increased. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Matteo!” I cried out, closing my eyes.

“Look at me,” he insisted. I did as he demanded. The intensity in his eyes had me shuddering. I tried to control my breathing, but he hooked his fingers in my panties and slipped one between my folds. My mouth fell open and a small noise escaped me. “You don’t know what you do to me, Lilianna.”

My name on his lips made me moan.

“Please!” I cried out.

His finger sank into me slowly. He pumped it once, then twice, stretching me. On the third thrust, he inserted a second finger and curled them both. He hit something deep inside of me, and I squeezed his wrist, wrapping the other arm around the back of his neck.

The world around me shattered as he pressed the throbbing core between my legs and sent a wave of uncontrollable pleasure through my body. He didn’t slow. He didn’t even hesitate as he quickened his movements, drawing every ounce of pleasure from me until my body shook beneath his. I cried out, and his lips covered mine, taking in every one of my noises.

“I could listen to this all fucking day,” he groaned.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak as he continued ravishing me. I felt like I was spiraling beneath his adept hands. He held me together as I fell apart completely.

When the trembling ceased, Matteo’s hands stilled, and he took a deep breath. It seemed to fill every ounce of his body as he went rigid and removed his hand. He took a step back, and my arm fell away. I planted both hands on the sides of the sink to steady myself as I tried and failed to steady my breathing.

“Matteo,” I gasped, swallowing once. “Are—are you okay?”

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