Page 81 of Mafia King: Matteo
Thankfully, Gio is smart enough not to comment on this statement. I am learning what it’s like to have feelings for Alena. My heart races, my palms are sweaty when I’m nervous that my presence might not be welcomed. I’m in a state of worry over her safety, and my cock is hard, wanting to fuck her every ten minutes.
“How long before the Irish start kicking in doors?”
“No clue. Without proof, they can only speculate.”
“Well, make sure there is no proof. If there is, you know what has to be done.” I hang up the phone. I ball my right hand into a fist and smash it onto the desktop. Fuck. Now, my hand hurts. I have to wait for an update.
I returned to Alena and offered to show her the wine cellar I had built in the basement. It’s not like the ones in Italy, but it’s as close as I can get.
I lead the way to the door that looks like a closet off the kitchen and hold her hand as she walks down the cold steps. I explained to her what regions the Italian wines are from, and she picked a bottle. She says we’re having pizza for dinner. I marvel at her fascination with my impressive collection, and we return upstairs, where Federico has a light lunch prepared.
In the past few hours, I’ve felt every emotion on the spectrum. Anger, rage, disappointment, and inklings of what I believe is love. If this is one day, how will I survive a lifetime? My heart is in my chest when I observe Alena. I imagine her belly swollen with my baby, and my cock grows hard, contemplating the process to make that happen.
After lunch, I escort Alena back to the fireplace and kiss her softly on the neck before I move to her lips.
“I have to have you now. Only you, Alena. I am going to fuck you hard and fast. I will fuck you until you scream my name,” I mutter against her ear. We shed our clothing, and she lays on the long-haired bear-skin rug before the fireplace. I run a hand over her head and let her hair down. I caress her face and peer into her eyes as my lips cover hers. I continue to drop kisses down her neck while I grab her firm boob and suck her nipple between my teeth. I nibble on it, and she presses her knees together.
I cup her between her legs, forcing her to spread her legs, and a moan escapes her lips.
“You are mine.” I run my hand over her boobs before I bend, clasping her hips as I move between her legs. I suck her swollen lips as her juices flow. She’s ready for me, but I will take my time. I slip two fingers inside her and flick her clit with my tongue, stroking it hardens under the pressure. She raises her hips.
“Fuck me, Matteo,” she rasps with an uneven breath.
I align my cock to her opening and thrust into her. I’m hit with an adrenaline rush as my hard cock moves into her tight canal.
I want her pregnant, and the thought of the prospect makes me delirious as I grab her hips and fuck her harder and harder. Each stroke is faster than the last.
My balls pound into her firm ass, and I love the sound of it and the fact that we are skin-to-skin in every way imaginable. I hear her say my name before she lets out a long scream. She pushes me over the edge. I shoot my seed into her warm and willing pussy.
CHAPTER 28
ALENA
When I talk, I wonder if he’s listening. After dinner, Matteo disappears from his study. My gut instinct tells me something is happening.
I roam the halls on the second floor to see how many bedrooms have en-suite bathrooms, when Izzy answers my call.
“What’s up?” Izzy asks in her perky voice.
“I can ask you that,” I reply.
She chuckles. “We’re cuddling. I thought you’d be too busy with Matteo to call this weekend. I imagine your knees are hurting,” she teases.
“Izzy!” She laughs at my pretense of shock. “Seriously,” I continue, but she knows me too well.
“I thought you’d be sexing all weekend,” she says, and I assume she’s moved into another room, as I don’t hear the TV in the background.
“Well, it’s been incredible, I can’t complain. I’ve never had a man who does the things he does to me. It’s as if he loves to pleasure me.”
“Wow. That’s incredible. How do you feel about that?”
“It’s different. I’ve never felt this way about anyone the way I feel about him. I’m vulnerable for the first time in my life. It’s scary.”
“The other men you dated were assholes. Vulnerable is good. It’s the only way you can ever know real love. The type of love my parents shared,” she adds.
I chuckle. “What men? I’ve never had a man before.”
Izzy snickers. “You’re right. Did you hear Santino Moretti was arrested today for brandishing a loaded gun in public?”
