[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Moments later, the driver pulled away, carrying them home as they talked excitedly about their upcoming wedding.

In the middle of the conversation, Matteo’s phone suddenly rang.

He glanced down at the screen, his expression shifting just slightly when he saw the caller ID. Without a second thought, he flipped the phone over, letting it ring until it eventually went silent.

Adrian looked over at him but said nothing at first. When the phone immediately started ringing again, then again a few moments later, Adrian finally raised an eyebrow.

"Babe... why aren’t you answering?"

Matteo kept his eyes on the road, his tone casual. "It’s just an old acquaintance. He’s inviting me out tonight."

Adrian tilted his head, remembering their past conversations. "I thought you said you didn’t really have friends."

"I have business associates and casual acquaintances," Matteo corrected smoothly, though a subtle tension remained in his posture. "Not true friends like you, Charles, or Frank. He’s just someone I worked with on a business venture years ago."

"So if he’s inviting you out, why aren’t you answering? Why don’t you want to go?" Adrian asked, noticing his hesitation.

Matteo gave a quiet shrug. "It’s nothing, babe. I just don’t feel like dealing with him today."

Adrian studied his face for a moment, sensing there was more to it, but decided not to push. He nodded softly. "Okay."

Not long after, the car pulled up at their estate. They stepped outside side by side and headed straight upstairs to their bedroom.

The moment they walked through the door and reached the edge of the bed, Matteo couldn’t hold back. He slid his arms around Adrian’s waist from behind, pulling him flush against his hard chest. Pressing his face into the crook of Adrian’s neck, he laid a trail of hot, hungry kisses against his skin.

"I missed you, babe," Matteo murmured, his voice thick with sudden need. "I want you so badly right now."

Adrian turned around in his embrace, parting his lips to speak, but Matteo didn’t give him the chance. He captured Adrian’s mouth in a deep, searing kiss, their tongues tangling and lips clashing as a rush of heat flared between them. Their saliva mixed in a wet, heavy rhythm while Matteo’s hands immediately dropped to the hem of Adrian’s shirt, desperate to strip it away.

Adrian quickly caught his wrists, pulling back slightly with a tired breath. "No, baby... not right now. I’m exhausted from all the running around this morning."

Matteo groaned softly, pressing closer. "Please, babe. I’ll be gentle, I promise. I’m already aching for you—you can feel how hard I am pressing against you right now."

Adrian looked up, exhaustion clear in his eyes. Seeing the heat in Matteo’s expression, he let out a soft sigh and gave a reluctant nod. "Okay..."

But before he could finish, Matteo stopped. He looked at Adrian and heard the weariness in his voice. The realization hit him at once: if he pushed for this now while Adrian was running on empty, neither of them would enjoy it.

Matteo’s expression softened entirely. He pulled back, shaking his head. "No... It’s okay, baby. Rest now. We’ll do it later when you have your energy back."

Adrian blinked, blinking away the fatigue as he tried to insist. "Wait, no, it’s fine, we can—"

Matteo silenced him with a tender kiss to his forehead. "Shh. It’s okay. Your rest comes first."

With a soft smile, Matteo stepped back, picked up his phone from the nightstand, and headed into the bathroom. A short while later, he returned looking refreshed and tossed his phone casually onto the bed.

"Babe," Matteo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I don’t really have a choice anymore. That guy won’t stop blowing up my phone, so I’ll just go meet him quickly and get it over with. I promise I’ll be back early."

Adrian gave him a tired, understanding look. "Alright. Be safe." Then a thought crossed his mind. "Wait, babe... before you go, can you quickly whip up something light for me to eat? I’m starving."

"Sure. Let me call Selene to—"

"No," Adrian cut him off. "I want you to make it yourself. Don’t ask the chef."

Matteo looked at him for a moment before nodding. "Alright, love."

He leaned down and pressed one final kiss to Adrian’s lips before turning and heading downstairs, leaving his phone on the bed.

The moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut, Adrian’s gaze drifted toward Matteo’s phone resting on the sheets. Driven by a sudden, uneasy impulse, he reached for it, picked it up, and unlocked the screen.

His eyes scanned the screen for any unfamiliar names, but all he saw were recent messages from Luca and Mark. Frowning, Adrian checked the message previews, wondering if someone had sent something that was later deleted. He opened the call log, but there were no unfamiliar numbers either. The last incoming call was simply from Luca.

Puzzled, Adrian was about to put the phone back when he hesitated. After a moment, curiosity got the better of him, and he opened Matteo’s chat with Luca.

What he saw made his breath hitch.

Adrian began scrolling through the conversation, reading Luca’s constant teasing about Matteo turning into a hopeless lover boy. Luca repeatedly mocked him for how completely he had fallen for Adrian and how deeply he had anchored himself to him since they met.

Matteo’s replies were short and firm. He only told Luca that one day, when he found someone he truly loved, he would understand.

As Adrian read further down, a cold knot formed in his stomach. Luca knew Matteo was in a committed relationship, yet he never seemed to stop inviting him out to clubs. The messages became increasingly uncomfortable, with Luca casually pushing him toward wild nights and private orgy parties, even suggesting that loving Adrian didn’t mean Matteo had to limit himself to just one person.

Adrian stared at the screen, shock and anger slowly burning through him. He scrolled through the messages, realizing that Luca had made similar invitations again and again since he and Matteo had been together, yet Matteo had consistently rejected every single one.

Matteo had never entertained him. Not once.

Then Adrian’s eyes landed on today’s exchange. Luca had messaged again, asking Matteo to meet for a drink and hang out like old times.

Suddenly, everything made sense.

Adrian understood why Matteo had ignored the calls at first. He clearly didn’t trust Luca or want anything to do with that crowd. But after seeing how exhausted Adrian was, Matteo had changed his mind. He had decided to go simply to get it over with, hoping Adrian would finally get some uninterrupted rest.

Adrian’s eyes widened as the realization hit him like a physical blow.

Wait... If he goes out there alone with Luca and that crowd... what if someone tries to touch my man? What if someone gets their hands on him?

"Never," Adrian muttered aloud to the empty room.

The lingering exhaustion in his bones vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce wave of adrenaline and territorial panic. There was no way in hell he was letting anyone else get close to Matteo. That thick eight-inch cock was entirely, exclusively his, and no one else was ever laying a finger on it.

Acting on pure, impulsive instinct, Adrian stripped off his clothes in seconds. He scrambled up on the bed and positioned himself across the bed, arching his back and raising his hips into an unabashedly seductive, open posture, waiting for Matteo to walk back in and see what he was offering without uttering a single word.

A minute later, the bedroom door opened.

Matteo walked in carrying a small tray with a light meal, already prepared for Adrian. He reached toward the bedside table to set it down, but then his eyes moved toward the bed.

He froze.

His mouth fell slightly open as he stared at Adrian. "Holy shit... babe, what are you doing?"

Adrian looked at him with an innocent expression that fooled absolutely no one. "I changed my mind," he murmured. "I think I need your attention more than I need the food."

Matteo stared at him for a moment. "Adrian..." he warned, already knowing exactly what his fiancé was trying to do.

Adrian lowered his voice to a sultry, breathless purr. "Take me, Daddy."

Matteo swallowed hard, shaking his head slightly as he tried to resist. "Babe, you were exhausted... You need to rest—"

"No, Daddy," Adrian whispered, biting his lower lip as he tilted his hips invitingly. "I’m strong now. I want you."

That was all it took. The last thread of Matteo’s self-control snapped. He dropped the tray onto the nearest table, tore off his clothes in seconds, and climbed onto the bed with aggressive hunger.

He crawled over Adrian, hovering above him for a moment before lowering his face close to Adrian’s exposed, aching entrance. He didn’t thrust his cock right away. Instead, Matteo traced slow, agonizing circles over his rim with the pad of a single finger, teasing the sensitive flesh until Adrian let out a sharp, needy gasp.

"Please, Daddy... take me," Adrian begged, his hands fisting the sheets as heat pooled low in his stomach.

Without another word, Matteo lowered his head. He pressed his lips directly against Adrian’s entrance and flicked his warm, wet tongue over the tight ring of muscle.

Adrian let out a high, shuddering moan, hips twitching upward as Matteo licked and sucked him open. Every stroke of that tongue sent electric sparks racing up his spine, saliva slicking the passage completely.

Just as Adrian was losing his mind from the friction, Matteo pulled back slightly and slowly pressed the tip of one finger inside, stretching him open.

Adrian gasped, back arching off the mattress.

"Yes, Daddy... add one more, please!"

Without hesitation, Matteo slid a second finger in beside the first, scissoring them deep inside the tight, hot walls. Adrian raised his hips higher, meeting every thrust of those fingers with frantic, eager bucks.

"Yes, baby... right there..."

Sensing how loose and dripping wet Adrian was getting under his touch, Matteo curled his fingers upward, introducing a third finger into the tight hole.

Adrian let out a raw, ruined moan, his hands reaching back to grab Matteo’s wrists, desperately pulling those fingers deeper, needing more, needing everything. "Daddy, please... deeper..."

Matteo growled, pistoning his three fingers in and out in a fast, relentless rhythm that had Adrian crying out, completely undone by the pleasure.

After a few breathless minutes, Matteo pulled his hand free with a wet sound. He shifted forward, lining the thick, heavy head of his cock against Adrian’s slick, trembling entrance.

Adrian looked back over his shoulder through half-lidded eyes, his voice wrecked. "Yes, baby... enter me now."

With one slow, powerful thrust, Matteo drove his cock forward, burying his full eight inches deep inside Adrian’s tight, welcoming heat in a single unbroken stroke.

Adrian cried out loudly, eyes rolling back as the thick girth stretched him open...