Page 49 of The Mobster's Nanny

“It never hurts to be extra cautious, especially when you’re a part of the Messina family.” He straightens up, looks at me, and puts both hands on my cheeks. “You’ll have to learn it too.”

I catch a silent question in his words, a hesitant reminder: this is how I live. Are you ready for it? But I only smile in return, putting my hands over his and squeezing in a soothing gesture. “I know. I’m ready for it.”

Matteo holds my gaze for a moment—before suddenly putting his hands on my hips and picking me up as if I weigh nothing. Oh my god! I let out a loud yelp of surprise, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist before happy laughter finds its way up my throat. Why does this feel so damn good?

“You should’ve warned me,” I say through my giggles, holding onto his neck.

I can feel Matteo’s hands slide under my thighs, grabbing my butt tighter than necessary, but I enjoy it. It makes me feel wanted, and everything in my body resonates with the feeling, spreading the warmth of it under my skin.

“If I warned you, you wouldn’t make these cute noises.” He readjusts my body in his grip, almost making me bounce in his arms, and I grip him tighter, letting out a high-pitched noise under my breath.

“Fair enough. Where are you taking me?”

“Oh, I believe you know that already.”

I chuckle and writhe in his grip, reveling in the heat of desire melting me from the inside. Of course, he takes me to his bedroom—or should I call it ours?

It takes some extra effort for us to walk past Dolce, who immediately jumps up on his feet and wags his tail in curiosity at the sight of our unusual procession, and close the door behind us as quietly as possible. But we still make it to the bed with a shared kiss lingering on our lips, and Matteo doesn’t give me a chance to come back to my senses.

He drops me on the bed, and while I’m still disoriented he lunges on top of me, pushing my whole body up the mattress to make some space for himself. God, is it really so easy for him to handle my weight? But it’s too hot for me to complain about it, so I just let him do whatever he pleases and revel in the pleasure it gives me.

“Turn around, baby.” It doesn’t take long for Matteo to use my pliancy—after a month together, he can read my body like an open book—and I follow the command without a second thought. “Good job. Get on your knees.”

I hum under my breath, closing my eyes to focus on the satisfaction in my body, and push myself up onto my knees. My chest remains pressed to the mattress, my hands fisting the sheets, and I feel so open and vulnerable with my butt up in the air—but at the same time, it does something to my mind.

It’s as if there were knots in my thoughts, invisible restraints keeping me tense and on edge. But as soon as I hand myself over to Matteo, I feel free—and it feels so fucking good.

“God, I missed this, baby,” he murmurs, and I hum, shivering from the touch of cool air on my heated skin.

I stay still while his hands pull down my jeans along with my panties and caress my thighs, sliding between my legs to tease me just enough to make me tighten from the inside. I moan into the sheets, shutting my eyes tighter, and Matteo shushes me with a light slap.

“You don’t want Romeo to hear us, do you?” But he rubs me as he says it, pushing me to moan quietly through bitten lips—and he slaps me again, this time harder.

The momentary pain flashes through my body with a jolt of pressure, and I arch my back, instinctively asking for more. And Matteo gives it to me. He slaps me again with one hand, the other rubbing me, his fingers sliding inside of me, and the whole of me trembles from the contrast.

I bite my lips harder to not let out the moans tearing my throat, and eventually Matteo stops the spanking and strokes my thighs instead. “Yes, like that, be a good girl for Daddy.”

“Yes,” I murmur mindlessly, feeling the mattress bend under his weight as he lines himself up behind me. “Yes, Daddy, yes, please—”

My words turn into a slur of pleas and whimpers as Matteo finally thrusts into me, and my whole body relaxes in the wave of pure ecstasy running through me. It’s been too long,too damn long. Satisfaction spreads under my skin, pushing me to arch under him and take him deeper, get as much as I can from every thrust that he gives me.

While my mind gets blurry and my body writhes and trembles from pleasure, Matteo keeps his pace steady as if to make it harder for me to stay quiet. His hands slide up and down my back until he grips the back of my neck with one hand, takes a hold of my hip with the other—and I become just a toy in his hold. He thrusts into me fiercely, tearing my lungs with moans and whimpers, but as soon as I let out a sound he lets go of my hip and slaps me again.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he murmurs in that low, husky voice that makes me lose every notion of self-control. “That’s the rule.”

He slows down as if to give me a chance to process his words, and I nod frantically. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” He pats my side and slides himself out of me. “Roll on your back and raise your knees high, baby. Open yourself for Daddy.”

Oh god.

His words make something inside me curl in anticipation of orgasm, so I force myself to breathe out and do as told, rolling onto my back and getting my hands under my knees, pushing them toward my chest. It gives Matteo an open view of my throbbing self, and I tense up from the touch of cold air—but he strokes the inner side of my thigh, sending a wave of warmth through me.

“You’re always such a good little slut for me,” he murmurs, and I moan under my breath, gripping my knees tighter. “Yes, yes, you are. God, baby, I love you so much.”

Oh. I blink, struggling to focus on his words, but Matteo doesn’t give me time to come back to my senses. He slides into me, thrusting deep inside to make me moan, and covers my mouth with his palm. Yes, god, yes. I pull his fingers into my mouth, squeezing them tighter with my lips and moaning, moaning, moaning again.

In my throes of pleasure, I don’t even realize when Matteo leans forward on his elbow to loom over me, but as soon as I feel his body pressed to mine I let go of my knees and clutch his back instead. I want him closer. I want him more. I want—I shut my eyes tighter, arching my back from another deep thrust. I wanteverything.

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