Page 101 of Mafia King: Matteo
“Sit here. I’ll be back.”
Matteo returns with a washcloth. “Lean back,” he says. I comply. My head hits the pillow before he returns and places a cold compress to my forehead. “Better?”
“Much, thank you.”
“If you feel sick, let me know.”
“I will,” I whisper as I close my eyes, and the darkness swirls. Is the room moving?
I hear Matteo moving about the room, probably undressing. He returns to me, flips the washcloth, and helps me out of the dress.
I can only imagine the makeup smeared over my face. I must look like a freak show. I close my eyes and will myself to sleep off the impending hangover.
The sound of the wind batting the side of the house wakes me in the middle of the night. Matteo pulls me closer to him. I feel his hard cock on my buttocks. His hand naturally cups my breasts, and I’m filled with desire. The room is dark, and in under a minute, Matteo has caressed my body, making me slick for him. He pulls me on top of him.
I sit on his pelvis and take my time lowering myself onto his hard shaft. I lean forward and give myself room to pull to the top of his head, giving him a long stroke before I slide down his hard cock. My hands clench his muscular shoulders, and as desire fills me, my nails dig into his taut back. I find myself climbing the wave of euphoria that consumes me.
“Fuck me, Angel. Fuck me,” his husky voice penetrates the darkness.
I move faster and faster as his fingers tweak my nipples.
“That’s a good girl,” he coaxes.
I come as he pulls my nipples until they hurt. My oblivion washes over me, and I hear my voice screaming.
I squirt on his head. I’ve soaked him. My wetness is the puddle between us.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant,” he murmurs.
I nestle into the crux of his arm and lay my head on his chest, where I fall asleep again.
When I awake in the morning, Matteo is by my side and hands me a cold glass of water and two aspirin.
“How are you?”
“Better than I expected, but this will help.” I swallow the tiny pills and hope my headache will go away. “No more martinis. My goodness. What was I thinking?”
“I think that’s the point. You didn’t want to think. It was a nice party. Dmitry and I have some things in common, and you and Izzy were like twins.”
“I know,” I smile as I get out of bed. “We tend to get caught up in ourselves. How long have you been up?”
“Hours. My brother used my jet here, and he arrived early.”
“Really? I can’t wait to meet him. How is he?”
Jet? Does he own a jet?
I gasp. When I turn, he’s gone.
When I enter the bathroom, my face looks like the glitter fairy puked on it. How do I remove this stuff? I pick up makeup remover made with oil and hope it works. I rub the clear substance over my face, and fifteen minutes later, I assume I’ll have to let some of the sparkles wear off. Thankfully, I don’t have to clean the floor. I’m sure glitter is all over the bedsheets and bathroom floor.
I hear men’s voices as I go to the dining room, and Federico takes my breakfast order.
A handsome, tall man with dark hair approaches. I immediately recognize the family resemblance. Their stature is the same, and they share the same skin tone.
“I’m Niccoló. Welcome to the family,” he says, taking my hand in his. His hands are larger and rougher than I expected.
“Thank you. I’m so sorry for your loss,” I murmur.
