He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving Enzo further up the counter. The mix of pleasure from Matteo's cock and the lingering sting of the spanking had Enzo seeing stars.
"Daddy," he babbled. "So good, feels so good. Gonna come, please..."
Matteo's hand wrapped around Enzo's throat, not squeezing but a clear show of dominance. "Not yet," he growled. "You come when I say you can. Understand?"
Enzo nodded frantically, fighting against the rising tide of his orgasm. He'd never been so thoroughly dominated, so completely owned. It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
Matteo's thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh. "Now, baby," he commanded. "Come for Daddy. Show me how good I make you feel."
The permission was all Enzo needed. He came with a hoarse cry, his body clenching around Matteo's cock. The intensity of it left him breathless, trembling in Matteo's arms.
Matteo followed soon after, grinding deep as he filled Enzo with pulse after pulse of heat. For a long moment, they stayed like that, both panting and shaking.
Finally, Matteo eased out, turning Enzo to face him. His expression was soft now, full of tenderness. "You okay, baby?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
Enzo nodded, feeling dazed but utterly content. "More than okay," he murmured. "That was... intense."
Matteo smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to Enzo's forehead. "Too much?"
"No," Enzo said quickly. "It was perfect. You're perfect."
Matteo's eyes darkened with emotion. He gathered Enzo close, holding him tight. "You're mine," he growled softly. "My beautiful, bratty boy. And I'm going to spend every day showing you just how much you mean to me."
As they made their way to the bedroom, Enzo's body pleasantly sore and his heart full, he couldn't help but feel like he'd finally found where he belonged. In Matteo's arms, he was home.
CHAPTER 10
FAMILY TIES
The sleek black SUV rolled to a stop outside the imposing gates of the Ricci family compound. Enzo felt his stomach churn with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. It had been weeks since he'd last set foot on these grounds, weeks since he'd faced his father and the weight of family expectations.
Matteo's hand on his thigh grounded him, a warm, reassuring presence. "You've got this, baby," Matteo murmured, his voice low and confident. "Just remember what we talked about. Stay calm, stick to the facts."
Enzo nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Right. Calm. Facts. No problem."
As they approached the main house, Enzo couldn't help but notice the increased security presence. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes sharp and wary. The recent attacks had everyone on edge.
Don Ricci was waiting for them in his study, a room that had always felt more like a throne room to Enzo. The Don sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his face an impassive mask as Enzo and Matteo entered.
"Sit," Don Ricci commanded, gesturing to the chairs before him.
Enzo complied, fighting the urge to fidget under his father's scrutiny. Matteo took up position behind Enzo's chair, a silent but imposing presence.
"You wanted to see me, Father?" Enzo said, proud of how steady his voice sounded.
Don Ricci's eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes. It seems you've been... busy lately. Matteo tells me you've uncovered some valuable information about the attacks on our businesses."
Enzo shot a quick glance at Matteo, surprised. He hadn't realized Matteo had been reporting back to his father. But of course he had—Matteo was still employed by the family, after all.
"That's right," Enzo said, turning back to his father. "We've been investigating, and we believe we've identified the next likely target."
Don Ricci leaned forward, interest piqued. "Go on."
Taking a deep breath, Enzo launched into a detailed explanation of their findings. He laid out the pattern they'd uncovered, the intel they'd gathered about the coalition of smaller families, and their theory about the docks being the next target.
As he spoke, Enzo could feel the weight of his father's gaze, assessing and calculating. But for once, Enzo didn't shrink under that scrutiny. He'd done good work, he knew it, and he was proud of what he and Matteo had accomplished.
When Enzo finished, silence fell over the room. Don Ricci sat back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as he considered Enzo's words.