Page 35 of Mafia King: Matteo (Borrelli Mafia #1)

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?”

“No. Really?” I reply, but I can’t say that I’m shocked. “Has he lost it?”

“I don’t know. I hope he never finds out who I am. I don’t want to be near him. Dmitry looks forward to meeting Matteo at the gala. I was able to get a gown that fit. Imagine that.”

“That’s great. Matteo has something ordered or being made. I’m not sure. I’ve never been to anything as fancy as this.”

“It’s different than the red carpet. We’re in good company. It’s going to be the most popular affair in the city this winter, and we’ll be together for it. It will be fun. Besides, with Dmitry and Matteo at our side, what can go wrong?”

“Don’t say that. We know what can go wrong!

” I all but yell with anxiety as I remember the bombing at her wedding.

“But you are right. The fact that we get to attend one of the most prestigious events in the city, and I’ll be with you, will make it a great time.

I’m sure my days at the clubs are over unless Matteo takes me. ”

“Oh, I know they are,” she replies. The tone of her voice tells me Dmitry is just as possessive.

“I will tell you more when I see you. I’m calling to give you a message. Please tell Dmitry that my father needs to be watched.”

“What do you mean?”

“You never liked him, Izzy. Read between the lines. I can’t tell you specifically; I don’t know, but his hands are dirty. Be careful.”

“We’ll talk later and get caught up, but I’ll pass it along.”

“Thank you. I have to go, but we’ll see you at the gala.”

“You bet.”

“Ciao,” I reply. She says, “Goodbye” with a chuckle.

I hear Matteo calling for me, and by the time I reach the staircase, he informs me we have an appointment in the city tomorrow. I’m being fitted for the masquerade gown.

“What does it look like?” My heart flutters at the thought of a beautiful gown for a themed event.

“You’ll see,” he says. “I take it you spoke to Izzy?”

“Yes, the message was a bit cryptic, but she understands the unspoken words. I can’t inform her of specific details, and we don’t know what he’s doing. Right?” My eyes question him. I don’t think he would keep information regarding my father to himself.

Would he tell me the truth if he knew it?

“Yes. If I knew something, I’d have to divulge it to Alexsei. I can’t tell him something on a hunch that is against a man he’s trusted for years. The warning needed to come from you.”

“I think Izzy is a good judge of character. She hid whenever my father stopped by my condo.”

“Time will tell,” he replies as he escorts me to the top floor of the house.

“What’s up here?” I ask.

“Are you always so inquisitive?” He mocks me as we climb a narrow spiral staircase at the end of the second floor.

“Maybe,” I tease. I reach for Matteo’s arm as the steps are narrow.

When we reach the top, we face a huge room with wood flooring worthy of a dance studio.

The wall along the left is filled with one large window after another, and the sun is setting on the foliage outside.

At the end of the room are numerous rectangular stacked verticals, and they are paired down the higher they extend with curved windows, creating a picturesque cathedral effect.

Brown and off-white stones fill the wall, providing a perfect frame for the stunning water view. We’re not far from the shoreline.

The space features a pool table, a mini-bar, and a long sofa accompanied by a coffee table.

“Is that a bathroom behind the bar?” I ask, turning to see his face in the evening’s light.

“It doubles as another master bedroom. It might be useful for guests.”

“I counted six large bedrooms today,” I state.

“This is seven.”

“I’m relieved I’m not expected to clean and dust.”

“That’s the idea. You’re my principessa.”

We turned in for the night, and I lay naked in bed as Matteo fussed over something with the mattress. There’s never been a night we’re together that we don’t make love.

Matteo pulls the straps from under the bed and lays them on the bed. He kisses my body and wraps a soft Velcro cuff around my wrists. His hands slide down my body, and when he reaches my feet, he binds my ankles.

“What are you doing?” I’m slightly alarmed, but he wouldn’t hurt me.

“This is an introduction to bondage. I’m going to torment you with pleasure, and when you’re ready to come, I’ll fuck you, but you’re not touching me.”

“That doesn’t sound like fun,” I smirk.

“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.”

The sounds of his words give me chills, and my nipples harden under his gaze. His staff moves without detection, so I’m not surprised when he lifts a wine glass from the nightstand and takes a sip.

Then he leans over me and feeds me the wine. It’s sweet and warm. A drop touches my lips, and he sucks it before he kisses me. This kiss is different. It’s gentle, and his warm lips linger. He uses his fingers and dribbles wine down my abdomen. I close my legs defensively because it surprises me.

He moves to align himself with my body and bends his head, licking the wine drops one at a time. I am slick between my legs. This is torture. I moan and writhe under the pleasure.

I twist defensively.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He gives me a mischievous smile, and I hate him for making me vulnerable. My body craves him, and my heart feels things I’ve never experienced. Can I trust him to hold up his end of our marriage deal?

His soft hands move over my body, and he pauses for more wine. He feeds it into my mouth, and we kiss as the warm liquid slides down my throat. The act is incredibly sexual. I long for him to slip his huge cock inside me.

His mouth devours mine. I tug at the restraints to touch him, and I long to grab his hair, but I know it’s futile.

His lips move to my neck, and he runs a hand through my long hair. Our eyes meet, and my heart hurts with the feelings I have been suppressing. I’m afraid to trust, but I know that the trust we’re building is a foundation for our future, and I want him to love me.

His hands continue down my body, moving methodically and slowly. I inhale as if I could come on command, but I want to feel his cock in me.

His fingers slip inside me, and I gasp. I tug at the restraints.

“Fuck me, Matteo.”

“No.” His dangerous tone is followed by eyes that flash at my demand.

“Yes.”

“This is making love, Alena. I will take my time. You are the only woman I’ve ever had in my bed.”

My heart melts. I’m special to him.

He moves his lips between my legs and sucks my juice like it’s as sweet as the wine he fed me.

Mother of God, I can’t take it anymore. Goosebumps cover my body, and the hair on the nape of my neck rises. I lift my hips off the bed to grind into his face.

“I’m going to come.”

“Don’t come,” he orders.

“I can’t help it,” I gasp as I feel my body levitating above the bed. Pleasure consumes me. My head is empty and void of thoughts.

He fingers me and sucks my clit—working in tandem. I twist and pull at the cuffs again.

My clit hardens. I’m about to come as his cock slams into me. My orgasm erupts, and a shrill scream fills the room. It’s my scream, and it continues as I come again and again.

Matteo, as he leans over me, drives his cock deeper into me and flicks the wrist restraints off.

He rides me slowly at first. Then I hear his breathing change.

I see his face contort as his head tips back, and his loud groan reaches my ears.

He pumps me one last time, and he’s breathless. I never knew a man could come twice.

When he moves off me, he frees my legs and pulls me to his chest, where he cradles me in his arms and brushes my hair off my face.

“My Angel,” he murmurs. We fall asleep, and when I wake up, it’s dark outside. Even in his sleep, his arms are wrapped protectively around me.

* * *

The morning passes quickly after we eat breakfast. Federico flutters around, fulfilling my every need—espresso, lattes, breakfast, and the dinner menu for the week.

Then Matteo whisks me out the door to the limo, where I greet Gio and notice another man in the front seat with him.

I send Matteo a questioning look, and he ignores me. I assume he’s being overly cautious.

We arrive at a private dress shop where we are buzzed in, and inside, on a wall, is a neon sign with the name Mariuccia Cavallo.

“She’s in Italy now, but she’s making a wedding dress for you,” Matteo whispers in my ear.

“What do you mean, making?”

“You know, using fabric and beads and thread to make an article of clothing.”

“Matteo, that’s crazy. It has to be expensive.”