[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 10: The Way I Want Inside You A**

"You’ve already crossed the line, Adrian. Whether you realize it or not."

Matteo stayed where he was, watching as Adrian struggled under the spray. Adrian’s fingers tightened around the marble vanity, his knuckles pale as he tried to steady himself.

Matteo didn’t move any closer.

He knew himself too well.

If his skin brushed against Adrian’s slick, heated body right now, there would be no stopping the fire that had already begun to burn.

Finally, the water stopped.

A moment later, Matteo guided him back into the bedroom. Adrian stumbled as he walked, dripping and shivering. Matteo grabbed a plush towel and stepped forward, trying to dry him off, but Adrian was in a stubborn, drunken mood. He swatted Matteo’s hands away, refusing to let him dry his hair or help him into a pair of silk pajamas.

Before Matteo could argue, Adrian collapsed onto the bed, completely naked and exhausted.

Matteo stood over him, his gaze tracing the way Adrian’s cock rested against his lower abdomen. A sharp pull tightened in his gut.

"I hope you know this was your decision," Matteo murmured, his voice thick.

He forced himself to look away, reaching for the heavy duvet and gently pulling it over Adrian’s damp skin to keep the chill away.

Matteo retreated to the bathroom for his cold shower, desperate to cool the heat racing through his veins.

When he returned, dressed in his night robe with nothing underneath, Adrian was already asleep, his breathing slow and uneven from the alcohol.

Matteo slid into the bed beside him and reached toward the wall where the main lights were controlled.

He reached out to turn off the lights, his hand hovering over the switch.

Then he stopped.

His gaze drifted back to Adrian, the man who feared the dark more than anything else.

He switched off the main lights in the room, letting the brightness fade away, but he left the two bedside lamps glowing softly.

He turned onto his side, watching the slow rise and fall of Adrian’s chest until, eventually, his eyes closed.

The next morning, Matteo was the first to wake. Slowly, he turned to look at the man beside him. He didn’t move closer; he simply watched Adrian for a moment before quietly slipping out of bed.

He went to the bathroom, and after returning, he called for his morning coffee. When it arrived, he summoned two of his guards inside. With a small gesture, he instructed them to place a single high-backed velvet armchair at the foot of the bed, with a small table beside it.

Matteo sat there with his legs crossed, dressed in his silk night robe, slowly sipping his dark roast while the morning sunlight began to crawl across the duvet.

Eventually, Adrian stirred. Still lost in a drunken haze, he rolled across the mattress and stretched like a lazy housecat. A loud, unceremonious fart followed, and he remained blissfully unaware that he wasn’t alone.

Matteo didn’t flinch. He just arched a single eyebrow over the rim of his cup, waiting for the inevitable.

As the fog lifted, Adrian kicked the duvet off his legs. The morning air hit his skin, and with it, his morning-erect cock stood in proud, thick defiance, swaying slightly as he shifted.

Fuck. Matteo’s grip tightened on his coffee. His own body, completely bare under his robe, surged in immediate, traitorous response.

Adrian’s eyes fluttered open. He felt the familiar throb of a hangover, but as he adjusted to the light, he realized something was wrong. The breeze on his skin was too cold. He reached down, his hand cupping his cock as he realized he was stark naked. Wait... why am I sleeping naked? I never sleep naked.

Then he looked around. This wasn’t his room. The memory of the black sedan hit him like a freight train. Panicking, he scanned the room until a familiar voice broke the silence.

"You must have enjoyed my bed," Matteo’s voice rumbled from the foot of the bed. "You certainly took your time waking up."

Adrian’s eyes widened in surprise. He let out a strangled yelp and dove for the duvet, yanking it over himself while frantically checking for any soreness behind him.

"Relax," Matteo smirked, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "I haven’t touched you. Yet."

"How did I get here?" Adrian gasped, clutching a pillow to his chest as if it were a shield. "Where are my clothes? Why am I, why am I like this?"

"Ask yourself, sweetheart. You’re the one who performed a striptease and insisted on a naked shower." Matteo leaned forward, his eyes dark with amusement. "You don’t need to hide. I’ve already seen every inch."

He took another slow sip of his coffee.

"And I heard your little ’morning greeting’ just now," he added dryly. "Very musical."

Adrian’s face turned a shade of red that rivaled a sunset. He froze in embarrassment but quickly covered it up, blurting out, "Skip that! Just... give me my clothes!"

"Beg me," Matteo challenged, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Give me my boxers back, you psychopath!"

"Why? Matteo drawled. You have a spectacular ass, Adrian. I spent half the night picturing exactly how my cock would look sliding into it. Such a sexy, defiant little view."

"Quiet!" Adrian screamed, his voice cracking. "Just give me my clothes!"

"And that cock of yours," Matteo continued, his voice dropping into a seductive, gravelly purr. "It’s impressive. I almost took it into my mouth last night while you were dreaming. You have no idea how badly I wanted to feel you hitting the back of my throat."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"And the way you begged me, Adrian... ’Matteo, please, get on top of me... I want to feel your cock...’"

"LIES!" Adrian shouted, clapping his hands over his ears. "You’re lying! I would never say that!"

"You did," Matteo lied smoothly, enjoying the chaos. "You told me you wanted to feel me inside you. You said you wanted to be stretched until you couldn’t breathe."

Driven to the breaking point of pure, unfiltered rage, Adrian forgot his lack of clothing. He threw the pillow aside and jumped to his feet on the bed, towering over Matteo in his full, naked glory.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" he screamed, pointing a trembling finger at the Mafia boss.

Matteo didn’t look at Adrian’s face. His gaze dropped lower, settling on Adrian’s cock, which was still standing tall despite the shouting. Matteo slowly set his coffee down, his eyes turning predatory as he rose from the armchair.

"Make me," Matteo murmured, stepping closer until Adrian fell back onto the bed, with Matteo standing between his knees at the edge of the mattress. His hand lifted, hovering only inches from Adrian’s heat.

"You’re so tempting, Adrian," Matteo rumbled, his voice a dark velvet murmur that seemed to vibrate through the mattress. "Let me show you the line between heaven and hell. I could make you scream my name until you’re begging for more."

The intensity of Matteo’s gaze made Adrian collapse back onto the pillows, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs. He instinctively tried to shield himself with his hands, but the heat between them was already too much.

Every word Matteo spoke felt almost like a physical touch, stirring a strange warmth deep in Adrian’s chest.

Matteo leaned in, his shadow swallowing Adrian whole as he moved to claim his lips.

"Don’t... don’t kiss me," Adrian gasped, turning his face away at the last second, his breath hitching.

Matteo didn’t force him. Instead, he pulled back with a low, predatory hum and retreated to the velvet armchair at the foot of the bed. With slow, deliberate movements, he untied the silk sash of his robe. As the fabric parted, Matteo’s heavy, fully aroused cock sprang free, thick and pulsing with a life of its own.

Adrian’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he stared at the raw power of the man before him.

"I won’t touch you, Adrian," Matteo promised, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly tone that sent a shiver through the room. "But I can’t resist this any longer. Let’s just make each other feel good. Watch me come... and I’ll watch you."

Adrian froze, his mouth suddenly dry.

He watched, mesmerized, as Matteo stood and reached into the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of slick, expensive lubricant.

Matteo poured a generous amount into his palm, the scent filling the air. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the bottle onto the bed toward Adrian.

"I’m so hard for you, Adrian," Matteo groaned, his hand closing around his own girth. He began to stroke himself with agonizing slowness, from the base to the flared, weeping tip. "Touch yourself. Let me watch you."

"I... I’m not gay," Adrian shouted, a desperate, final attempt at a defense. "I can’t do this with you."

Matteo’s expression shifted, his eyes darkening with a possessive, knowing glint. "Just watch me. I know you’ll change your mind."

Matteo began to move his hand faster, his muscles rippling under his skin.

He kept his eyes locked on Adrian’s, describing in vivid, filthy detail exactly how he wanted to handle him. "If I fuck you once, Adrian, you’ll never want anyone else. I’ll stretch you out until you’re addicted to the way I make you feel. I’ll claim every inch of you until you forget what it’s like to breathe without me."

Matteo let out a jagged breath, his thumb circling the head of his cock.