His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 43

“We’re leaving for the office in ten minutes.” Matteo’s command was abrupt, but his eyes flitted to my face as if he was nervous I’d say no.

He was standing by the bed—our bed—already dressed in his black suit and tie. And looking very sexy.

I stretched my arms above my head, ignoring the way my shoulders clicked with the movement.

“Okay, husband.” I hid my smile when his shoulders relaxed.

As if I would deny spending time with him.

As if I would deny him anything.

Fuck, I was in so deep.

Matteo leaned down and pulled the comforter off of me in one swift movement. I squealed at the cold air hitting my bare skin, but he just smirked. He ran his hands up my thighs, his predatory gaze not leaving my face even when his fingers brushed lightly against my pussy. I grew wet, and I wanted more.

His lips met mine in a gentle kiss, but when I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer, he pulled away with a low chuckle. I jutted my lip out in a pout, indignation filling me. I wanted him to tear my underwear off and give me an orgasm with his mouth, fingers, or cock. I wasn’t picky. But instead of taking things further, he just gave my hip a gentle pat before straightening up.

“Matteo,” I whined.

“Get dressed, tesoro. Ten minutes.”

“But…” My mind felt hazy with arousal, but I was still too shy to form the words, to demand he give me an orgasm.

He ran his thumb across his lower lip, and I scowled. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Be a good girl for me and you’ll get rewarded.” His words made a shiver zing across my skin. Then he winked and left the room.

For a second, I was tempted to finish what he started, but I didn’t have time. And no matter how torturous his game, I was intrigued enough to play.

I pulled on a blue plaid skirt that stopped a few inches above my knees and a silk cream blouse. I eyed my wheelchair but decided to take my rollator instead. My knees and hips felt solid today, and I was sure I could make it to the elevator and back without any issues.

Matteo was leaning over the kitchen counter, frowning at his phone, and Noodle was curled up at his feet. Both of them looked up when I walked in. I couldn’t stop my smile at both of my boys giving me their full attention. Noodle immediately came to my side, standing solidly next to me in case I got dizzy. The service dog people had explained how Noodle was trained to stay close and help me maintain balance.

Matteo joined us, crossing the room to me and brushing my hair out of my face. “Your legs aren’t hurting today?”

“I feel good. Ready to do important Mafia work.”

His mouth twitched. “Important Mafia work indeed.” He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then surprised me with a smack to my ass. He smiled and handed me Noodle’s leash and harness.

“You’re in a good mood today,” I said.

Matteo just hummed as we got on the elevator and headed down to the tenth floor, keeping a possessive hand on the back of my neck the entire time. His office was the only one on that floor—a massive room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The three floors below housed the rest of his staff.

“Don’t you get lonely here by yourself?”

Matteo snorted. “No. Besides, this floor is mainly for Mafia business, as you call it. The lower floors are our legitimate businesses—administrative offices for our various hotels and real estate holdings.”

I nodded as I looked around the room, my heart bursting when I saw a dog bed in the corner. “You got a bed for Noodle?”

Matteo said nothing, but I thought I caught the slightest blush on his cheeks. I bit my lip against my smile as I removed Noodle’s leash, squeezed his face, and gave him a kiss. “You go take a little snooze while mama works.” Noodle walked over to his bed, tail wagging, and immediately curled up on the cushion.

I turned back to my husband and raised my eyebrow. “There’s only one chair.” A single large leather chair sat behind his imposing desk.

“I removed the other one. People were getting too comfortable in here.”

“You want people to be uncomfortable in your presence?” I didn’t point out that he apparently wanted Noodle to be comfortable.

“I’m the Don, Sofiya.” He sat down in his chair. Even seated, he looked imposing, like the king of the city. My cheeks heated as he ran his thumb across his lower lip.

I moved closer. “Does that mean you want me to be uncomfortable?”

Matteo’s eyes grew dark as he ran his gaze slowly down my body. “Never. You are my queen.” He snagged me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap, my back melting against his chest. “Are you comfortable now, wife?” His lips brushed against the shell of my ear and I shuddered, memories of last night—of his lips pressed against other parts of my body—flooding my mind.

“Yes,” I said, my voice breathy.

“Good. You’re the perfect decoration for my office as I work.”

I shouldn’t have grown hot and squirmy at his words, at the way he was treating me like an object, but I couldn’t stop from shifting in his lap. His arm banded around my waist, holding me tight.

“But you said I would get a reward,” I said.

“Only if you’re a good girl and stay still and quiet while I work.”

A whimper slipped through my lips and he chuckled, opening his laptop and pulling up his email. I tried to pay attention to what he was typing, to the many spreadsheets he pulled up, but my body only grew more restless and needy. Matteo said nothing, diligently doing his work, but he couldn’t hide his hard cock pressed against my back. My panties were absolutely soaked as I squirmed against him. Matteo shifted his hand down my stomach until he was cupping my pussy. I moaned, arching against his hand to get some friction, something to help my burning need.

“You’re not being a good girl, tesoro. Your little pussy is so hot and needy. Are you trying to distract me from my work?”

I shook my head.

“Mmm, I don’t believe you. I think you need something to keep you in place.”

My breathing sped up. What was he going to do?

“Hold on to the desk for me.”

He shifted me off his lap, his hands staying on my hips to keep me steady. Then he reached under my skirt and peeled down my underwear. I heard the sound of a zipper and then I was back on his lap. My thoughts were jumbled, and I didn’t understand what he was doing until he lifted me by the hips and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. He lowered me down in one swift motion, and I cried out loudly at the stretch of him. I was soaked, but there was still a delicious sting and feeling of fullness. I waited for him to thrust in me again, but he just banded his arm around my waist and went back to his emails.

“What… aren’t you…” I trailed off, too aroused and desperate to form coherent sentences.

“I warned you, tesoro. You need to learn to sit still. Now my cock will keep you in place while I work.”

“But—”

“Shh, I need to concentrate, Sofiya.”

His stern chastisement made my cheeks burn, but I grew wetter all the same. I did my best to sit still but couldn’t stop soft whimpers from slipping through my lips. Time slowed as I watched the minutes tick by on Matteo’s computer, each feeling like an eternity until I couldn’t stop shifting my hips. I needed to come.

“Matteo, please.”

His hand smacked my thigh. “Behave yourself.”

The growl in his voice was the only thing indicating he wasn’t as unaffected by this as he seemed. I was about to complain again when his phone rang. My mouth parted when he picked up. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, unsure if I wanted to scream or cry. My pussy had never felt this desperate before.

“The delivery has to be at the warehouse tomorrow, Enzo. There’s no flexibility.” Matteo’s voice was hard, but his hand crept up my body until he was cupping my breast. “Tell the supplier he can either fulfill the shipment on the promised timeline, or I’ll personally teach him a lesson on timeliness.”

I gasped as Matteo pinched my nipple through my shirt. I should have been horrified by his words, that he was threatening someone while playing with me, but I couldn’t replace it within myself to care as he twisted my other nipple. The pain went straight to my clit, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I pressed my hands on the desk, using my grip as leverage to pull myself a few inches off his cock and slam myself back down.

“Handle it, Enzo. I have some punishment to dole out on my end.”

Goosebumps covered my skin as my husband hung up the phone. Heavy silence blanketed the room, and I bit my lip.

“That was very naughty, tesoro.” His voice was deadly, pure Mafia Don. I shivered, a slight edge of fear to my arousal. “I see you’ll need a lot of training to learn to do as you’re told. Don’t worry, I’ll be persistent until you learn discipline.”

Oh God oh God.

I should be protesting, should refuse to let him talk to me like that, but my body betrayed me. I let out a needy moan, gripping his arm.

Matteo pressed his face to my neck, breathing in deeply. “But right now, we need to take care of your punishment.”

“Punishment?”

“Yes, Sofiya. I wouldn’t be a good Don if I let people get away with whatever they wanted.” He moved us closer to the desk until my stomach was against the edge. Then he pressed his hand against my back until my chest was flush with the hard wood surface.

“Reach out and grab the edge of the desk.”

I did as he commanded. He moved his chair back, causing his cock to slip out of me, leaving me empty and aching. The desk supported my torso, but the way the desk’s surface pressed against the top of my thighs made them ache. The pain didn’t last long because my husband lifted me enough to slip a cushion under my hips.

His lips pressed against my ear. “Does this feel okay, baby?” I nodded. Apparently my husband had purchased an entire store’s worth of sex cushions, and it made me feel so freaking cared for.

“Tell me the second anything starts hurting. Well, anything besides your ass.”

His chuckle was dark and taunting as he stepped back, holding me in place with a firm hand on my back. His other hand came down on my ass cheek without warning, and I cried out at the sting. He didn’t let me catch my breath, striking the opposite cheek. Each hit of his palm sent a shock of pleasure through me, and wetness coated my inner thighs. He kept going, alternating rapidly until my skin was hot and my clit was burning and desperate. My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk as I fought the temptation to reach back—I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cover my ass or pull him closer.

“It’s too much,” I cried out.

“You can take it.” He ran his hand up my back, the touch soothing. I relaxed fully into the surface.

“Good girl. That’s it, just surrender to it.”

His spanks lightened until they were a gentle caress against my skin. I felt like I was floating as he stripped me of my skirt and blouse. His fingers finally pressed against my clit.

“You’re absolutely drenched for me, wife. I love this pretty little cunt.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Shh, you’ve been such a good girl for me. I’ll give you what you need.”

His cock pressed against my opening and I whined as he slipped inside, but this time he didn’t torture me. He thrust in and out, his movements matching my own desperation. I clung to the desk as my orgasm exploded over me, tearing a loud moan from my lips.

“Fuck, I want to record that sound,” Matteo groaned. He thrust a couple more times before coming inside me. He pressed his body against mine, and I savored the weight of him against my back, the vibrations of his rapid heartbeat, and the ragged sound of his panting breaths.

“You did so well for me, tesoro.”

Pleasure had stolen my words from me, but I melted into his praise.

If this was what important Mafia work was, count me in.

He stood and slipped my clothes back on before lifting me into his arms. As much as I loved my husband’s body, it was his single-minded care for me that led me to curl into his chest and warm at his murmured praise.