[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

He moved his back, pressing himself into Matteo’s hardness. "Spoil me, Daddy. I want to be spoiled. Don’t you dare hold back."

Matteo’s composure vanished, replaced by a dark, hungry resolve. A dangerous smirk played on his lips as he growled, "As you wish. I’m going to serve you exactly what you asked for."

"Make me scream," Adrian challenged, his nails digging into Matteo’s shoulders. "Do everything you promised me on the phone. Make me yours."

Matteo grabbed Adrian’s hips with a firm grip, pinning him to the bed. He pulled back just enough to drive forward with a forceful, punishing thrust that buried him to the hilt, hitting Adrian’s deepest, most sensitive spot.

"Ah... fuck!" Adrian gasped, his head snapping back against the pillow as his body surged to meet the impact.

Matteo kept his promise. He moved with a relentless, brutal rhythm, his hips snapping against Adrian’s with enough power to rattle the bedframe. Every time Matteo withdrew, he slammed back in, deeper and faster, ignoring the friction as he ravaged Adrian’s inner walls.

"Matteo... Please!... yes, right there!" Adrian cried out, his voice already pitching into a frantic, high-pitched plea as Matteo slammed into him, the sound of their skin colliding filling the room.

Matteo was relentless, his thrusts becoming increasingly savage, driving Adrian’s breath from his lungs and turning his sharp gasps into a continuous, desperate, and beautiful scream.

"Faster, baby, faster!" Adrian cried out, his voice breaking as he clung to Matteo’s shoulders.

Matteo surged forward, his cock finding that sweet, sensitive spot buried deep within Adrian with every punishing thrust.

"Mmm... ah... yes, don’t stop!" Adrian moaned, his cries turning into a symphony of wet sounds.

Matteo’s gaze was molten. "Grab my shoulders, babe. Wrap your legs around me."

Adrian obeyed instantly, his legs locking behind Matteo’s back. Without breaking their rhythm, Matteo surged upward, carrying Adrian from the bed toward the large, polished table. He set him down, Adrian’s hands splaying across the wood for support as Matteo spread his legs wide, exposing him completely.

Matteo pulled back just enough to pour more lube over his own throbbing cock and Adrian’s entrance, the slick liquid gleaming under the lights. He drove back inside him in one fluid, massive motion, causing Adrian’s head to fall back with a heavy breathy moan.

Matteo’s hand found Adrian’s hips, pinning him, and he began to pound into him with ferocious intensity.

Matteo looked down at Adrian, watching the way his eyes closed in pleasure as he moved against him. He captured Adrian’s lips in a brutal, hungry kiss, silencing his cries as he slammed into him.

When Matteo felt the pressure building in his own loins, that electric, agonizing threshold of release, he broke the kiss. He leaned in, his breath hot against Adrian’s ear. "I’m close, baby," he growled.

He gripped Adrian’s cock, matching the frantic pace of his hips with a rhythmic, sliding stroke of his hand. He moved from the base to the head, up and down, teasing Adrian toward the edge.

"I’m cumming!" Adrian shrieked, his nails digging into Matteo’s skin. "Kiss me! Kiss me!"

Matteo crashed his lips onto Adrian’s just as he hit his peak. Adrian’s body moved violently, coming hard, his release spilling over both their chests and onto the table, his screams of moan vibrating through the room.

Matteo let out a deep, guttural moan, his own release hitting him in heavy, pulsing waves as he emptied himself deep inside Adrian’s core.

They remained locked together, their bodies shuddering in the aftermath, breathing into each other’s mouths until the world stopped spinning.

Adrian slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Matteo with soft, adoring exhaustion. "I love you, Matteo."

Matteo leaned his forehead against his, a genuine smile breaking through. "I love you more."

Matteo stayed buried deep inside him, keeping the connection alive as he moved just a little, slowly rocking his hips. "You’re trembling, baby," he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from Adrian’s forehead. "Do you want anything? I’ll get it for you."

Adrian looked at him, his eyes heavy with desire. "I want you."

Matteo smiled softly. "You just had me."

Adrian shook his head, his voice more intense. "I want all of you..."

Matteo laughed, a low, rumbling sound. "You have all of me to yourself until the weekend."

Adrian nodded. "Okay, baby."

Matteo smiled as Adrian called him baby, loud and clear. He traced his thumb over Adrian’s lower lip before pressing a soft kiss to it. "Be serious, babe...water, juice, food? What do you need?"

"I want you," Adrian insisted.

Matteo smiled. "Baby, be serious."

Adrian said, "Fine, I want water."

"Alright, let me get that for you," Matteo replied.

But Adrian held onto him, pinning Matteo deep inside him, refusing to let him leave.

Matteo chuckled, his tone darkening playfully. "If you don’t let me go, we’re just going to start all over again."

Adrian didn’t even blink, his eyes locking onto Matteo’s. "I’m ready."

Matteo’s eyes glinted with dark intent, but he gently smoothed Adrian’s hair back. "Water first. You’re dehydrated, baby."

"Okay, boss," Adrian teased, a playful grin playing on his lips.

Matteo pulled out suddenly, the slick withdrawal causing Adrian to gasp, "Fuck!"

"Did that hurt?" Matteo asked, his voice instantly concerned.

"Yes," Adrian murmured, his eyes fluttering shut. "But I love it. Carry me to the bed?"

Matteo scooped him up effortlessly. "We’re showering the moment we’re done."

"Okay, boss," Adrian said, teasing him again.

Matteo’s expression turned stern, his eyes narrowing in pretend annoyance. "Call me baby, not boss."

Adrian laughed softly and corrected himself, "Okay, baby."

Meanwhile, Iris sat frozen in her home, her hands trembling as everything she had just heard replayed in her mind. It didn’t feel real, more like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

The sounds still echoed in her ears... the unmistakable rhythm, slapping of skin, the unmistakable sound of Adrian being fucked by Matteo, and the raw, uninhibited moans as he’d begged for more, completely lost in the moment... cut deeper than anything else.

She gripped her phone, her fingers trembling. "He wouldn’t sleep with me... he rejected me," she hissed to herself, a cold smile forming on her face. "And yet, he’s moaning for him?"

"No, no, no," she muttered, pacing the floor, trying to erase the images burning in her mind. It couldn’t be. Not after what happened when Adrian was kidnapped; there was no way he would ever have anything to do with a man like Matteo. She forced herself to believe it was a misunderstanding, a trick of the audio, a coincidence.

Desperate for confirmation, she dialed Adrian’s number again.

This time, Adrian was alone, stretched out on the bed when he finally picked up on the third ring.

"I called you earlier," Iris said, her voice strained, barely controlled. "Where are you?"

"What happened, Iris?" Adrian asked, his voice weary.

"Who are you with?" she asked.

"If you don’t have anything important to say, I’m ending the call," Adrian replied, his tone sharp.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Matteo stepped in, his presence impossible to ignore, his eyes immediately fixed on Adrian.

"Babe," he said, "do you want to come swim with me?"

Adrian looked up at Matteo, his expression softening instantly. "Give me a minute."

Iris went rigid. "Is that... was that Matteo’s voice?"

Adrian sighed, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "I’m done hiding, Iris. It’s him. It’s always been him. It’s time you stop thinking we could ever be anything more than friends."

"You’re choosing a man over me?" Iris screeched, her voice trembling with anger. "Over a woman who could give you everything?"

Matteo moved to the bed, climbing over Adrian and pressing him back into the pillows. He began to tickle Adrian’s ribs, his fingers dancing over sensitive skin. Adrian shrieked, breaking into a fit of breathless, uncontrollable giggles. "Babe, stop! Stop, it tickles!"

On the other end of the line, Iris heard the desperate, intimate endearment clearly. She began to shake, a dark, dangerous rage consuming her.

"I need to go, Iris. I’ll talk to you later," Adrian said, ending the call before she could scream another word.

Matteo leaned down, his eyes full of affection. "Come with me. We still have things to figure out... we can talk out there."

"Alright," Adrian agreed.

Back in Iris’s house, the silence around her felt suffocating. Her eyes were cold, devoid of sanity as a broken laugh escaped her lips.

If she couldn’t have Adrian, then no one would.

Her thumb hovered over her contact list for only a second before she made her choice. Without hesitation, she dialed Maya.