Page 61 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

Chapter Twenty-One

Lilianna Genovese

Matteo’s gaze relayed more than any words could, and of everything that had just happened, all I could consider were the words he’d spoken so freely. So fervently.

She is mine.

I didn’t know why those words had been exactly what I’d needed to hear. They were everything. I hadn’t been looking for assurance, but hearing them had been enough to solidify my position.

I’d just entered into a lifelong commitment with the mafia, and his claiming me was still the sole thing that lingered on my mind. It was the most important thing. I didn’t just swear myself to my father’s men by staying.

I swore myself to him.

He was the reason it felt so easy to make the decision.

As I continued staring into his deep, nearly black eyes, pride and longing danced there, alongside a bit of mischief. Everything about the way he looked at me sent my mind reeling. His hand rested firmly on my lower back, and there wasn’t a single part of me that hesitated before I lifted my palms to his chest. I remembered my bleeding hand at the last moment, and he pulled out his handkerchief and passed it to me.

“I think this is going to work,” I noted as I wrapped my hand in the white cloth. “I think enough people support me now, that this might get us somewhere.”

Matteo’s chest expanded, and he held his breath for a moment before taking a step back and toward the door. He opened it, and for a brief second, I wondered if I’d gotten it all wrong. Had I been seeing things? Was he about to leave me here?

“Come get this fucking body!” Matteo shouted into the hallway. Four men came running, and they stormed the room, clearing away the mess in an instant.

One of the men tried to ask a question. “Do you want us to clean the carpets right now, boss? We have—”

Matteo slammed the door closed, and through the one-way glass windows, I watched the man look around uncertainly before finally walking away, deciding not to bother his boss further.

I hadn’t moved from my spot at the side of the table. He rushed toward me fast enough that I took a small step back before he swept me from my feet. I squealed, wrapping both arms around his neck as he lay me back on the wooden conference table, hovering his body over mine.

“I waited just like you asked, but I’m done waiting,” he growled. His chest rose and fell quickly, showing just how much he had been restraining himself. One hand rested beside my head, fingers splayed across the table, and the other rested on my lower abdomen.

He wanted this so damn bad, and I couldn’t blame him.

I wanted it, too.

“I’ve been in meetings all day, and my hand is bleeding,” I remarked. I held up my bandaged hand. His eyes darkened at the reminder. “There are a lot of sexier ways you’ve seen me.”

He chuckled, and shivers ran down my spine. It wasn’t a humorous laugh, and nobody would mistake it for one. He grabbed my palm and unwrapped it, before he brought it to his lips, kissing the tender skin there. “There are few things sexier to me than showing a room full of men that you’re my equal and in no way subservient to me.”

God, my panties felt soaked, and all he’d done was talk. “I’m sure there are moments you’d like me to be subservient to you,” I teased.

The sound that came from the back of his throat couldn’t be considered anything less than animalistic. Words weren’t needed as he grabbed my tight leggings and pulled them from my body. I heard the fabric tear, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the predator-like man who hovered over me.

“I’d rather you show me your true colors while I’m fucking you, Lilianna,” he challenged.

My breathing stuttered for just a moment as I considered whether I wanted this. But what was there to consider? I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

“Right here?” I asked, pulling myself onto my elbows and looking through the one-way glass. People milled about, but they wouldn’t come in here. They would hear us though.

Even if they did, I wasn’t sure I cared.

All I cared about were his damn hands. He ran a knuckle down my bare thigh, and when I glanced at the other, I found it fisted beside my head. He waited for my go-ahead, and I knew I wouldn’t stop him this time.

“I’ll show you my true colors,” I mused, giving him a conspiratorial grin. “If you promise to show me yours in return.”

The words acted as an unleashing.

Matteo lunged forward and captured my lips in his. He gripped one of my hands and pinned it above my head beneath his, using the other to tug my panties down my legs. I couldn’t focus on any part of my body long enough to make a difference. The haze of erratic and uncontrollable need consumed me entirely.

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