[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Adrian propped the phone up, his hands shaking as he adjusted the frame. Once he was set, Matteo’s gaze turned predatory. "Now, strip for me. I want to see every inch of you."

Adrian obeyed, peeling off his clothes until he was completely bare, his skin flushed under Matteo’s intense stare.

"Do you have oil or lube?" Matteo asked, his breathing already deepening.

"I have oil," Adrian whispered.

"Good. Use it."

Adrian reached for the bottle, his movements fluid and desperate. He poured the oil over his palms and wrapped his hand around his hardening cock, sliding his grip up and down as he watched Matteo. On the other end of the line, Matteo stripped away his own clothing, revealing his massive, pulsing cock. He sat back, the camera positioned perfectly.

"Look at me," Matteo said softly. Adrian raised his head, locking eyes with him.

Slowly, Matteo uncapped his lube and poured it over his cock, his movements deliberate and slow. He adjusted the camera so Adrian could see his hand as it traveled over his body, his fingers grazing his chest and pinching his hardening nipples before sliding down to grip his thick, throbbing cock.

Matteo gasped, a guttural sound of pure need. "Fuck, baby... You look so beautiful like that."

Without needing instructions, Adrian gripped his own cock, matching Matteo’s rhythm. They began to stroke in unison, the silence of their respective rooms filled with the sound of their heavy moans.

"I’ve been dreaming of this," Matteo growled, his eyes locked on Adrian’s face. "When I get back, I’m not just going to fuck you. I’m going to ruin you.

Adrian moan... "fuck me... please."

"I’m going to pin you to that bed, spread those legs, and bury my cock so deep inside you that you won’t know where I end.

"Mmm... yeah... please fuck me," Adrian begged.

Matteo said, "I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, Adrian. I’m going to own you, every inch, every hole, until you’re screaming my name into the mattress."

Adrian let out a shattered, high-pitched moan, his hips bucking against the air as he stroked faster. "Matteo... please... I need you..."

"I’m going to take you so hard," Matteo breathed, his own pace becoming frantic. "I’m going to slide into you, slow at first, just to watch your face, and then I’m going to drive into you until you’re begging me to stop, and I won’t. I’ll keep pounding you until we both shatter."

They were both panting, their movements fast and desperate. Adrian’s head fell back, his moans turning into sharp, desperate cries as his hand worked his cock relentlessly. "Matteo... I’m close... I’m going to..."

"Do it for me," Matteo commanded, his voice a gravelly roar. "Cum for me, Adrian!"

They hit the edge together. Adrian screamed, his body tensing and releasing in a violent, pleasurable spasm as he came hard, his precum spraying across his chest. Matteo followed a second later, a deep, guttural growl escaping him as he pumped his cock, finishing with intense, heavy thrusts until he was spent, collapsing back against his pillows.

For a long time, the only sound was their heavy, synchronized panting.

"Get into a warm shower, baby," Matteo whispered, his voice still ragged. "Clean yourself up. When I get back, you won’t need the oil. You’ll have me, deep inside you, exactly where you belong."

Adrian nodded, his eyes glassy and soft. "Alright."

The call ended. Adrian sat in the quiet, his body buzzing with the aftershocks. He slowly stood up, favoring his good leg, and made his way to the shower to wash away the evidence of their shared intimacy.

That night, for the first time since the turmoil began, he didn’t pace, and he didn’t cry. He curled into his bed and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, drifting off with the phantom sensation of Matteo still lingering on his skin.

The next morning, Adrian woke to the soft buzz of his phone.

A message from Matteo.

Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well? How’s your ankle?

Another message followed.

I’ll be leaving in thirty minutes. Make sure you eat something, okay?

Adrian couldn’t help but smile as he read it. There was something warm and reassuring in the way Matteo cared, even from a distance.

Adrian smiled, his thumb hovering over the screen. He typed a quick reply: Good morning. I slept well. My ankle is better. Have a safe flight.

Then it hit him, today was Sunday.

Why are you traveling on a Sunday?

he added. Matteo replied almost instantly: The meetings are on Monday and Tuesday. I should be back by Tuesday evening, maybe Wednesday morning if things drag on.

Adrian replied. Alright.

Adrian stood up, slipped his phone into his hand, and headed downstairs. The moment he stepped into the dining area, he paused.

Maxwell was already there, busy, energetic, and surprisingly organized. The dining table was beautifully set, while the maids finished the final touches.

Maxwell looked up and spotted Adrian walking toward the dining room. He quickly walked over, a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning, brother-in-law," he greeted warmly.

"Good morning," Adrian replied.

"I hope you slept well," Maxwell continued. "Was the room comfortable? I had the staff prepare breakfast, I wanted everything ready for you."

He glanced down at Adrian’s leg. "How’s your ankle now?"

"It’s getting better, thanks," Adrian said.

Maxwell stepped closer, his expression softening with genuine regret. "Adrian... I’m really sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Adrian sighed, a faint smile touching his lips. "It’s fine, Maxwell. Don’t worry about it."

"Thank you, I’m glad to hear that," Maxwell said with a smile.

As Adrian approached the table, Maxwell quickly stepped forward and pulled out the chair for him with a small flourish. Just as Adrian settled into his seat and reached for his food, a sharp knock sounded at the front door.

The maid moved to answer it, but Maxwell held up a hand. "I’ll get it!"

He walked to the door and opened it.

Standing there was Iris.

She tried to step inside immediately, but Maxwell blocked her path.

"Yes?" he asked calmly.

Iris looked him up and down. "Who are you? Are you new here?" she demanded.

"Yes, as you can see," Maxwell said coolly, crossing his arms. "Who are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for my fiancé."

Maxwell’s brows shot up. "Your fiancé? He doesn’t live here."

"Who is at the door, Maxwell?" Adrian called out from the dining room.

Before Maxwell could answer, Adrian spoke again. "Who is it?"

"Just a random lady," Maxwell called back casually before turning to Iris. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Iris snapped.

"A note? A message saying he’s expecting you?"

"No!"

"A code? Some kind of proof of entry?"

Iris’s face turned bright red. "Who the hell are you to question me? I don’t need any of that."

"Then access denied," Maxwell said firmly. "You’re not allowed inside without permission."

Before Iris could react—

Maxwell shut the door right in her face and walked back to the dining area like nothing had happened.

Adrian stared at him. "Who was it?"

"A lady," Maxwell replied simply, taking his seat.

At that moment, Adrian’s phone started ringing.

Iris’s name flashed on the screen.

He reached for it, but before he could pick up, Maxwell leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, warning whisper.

"If you pick up that phone or let her inside, I’m calling my brother immediately and telling him you’re cheating on him."

Adrian froze. "What?" He looked up at him in disbelief. "Your brother and I aren’t even official yet."

Maxwell tilted his head, his expression innocent. "Then you have nothing to worry about, do you? But if you answer that, I’m calling him. Since you’re not dating, it shouldn’t matter... right?"

Adrian stared at Maxwell for a long, tense moment. He knew Matteo’s temper too well to risk it. With a frustrated sigh, he set the phone face down on...