His Tesoro: An Arranged Marriage Age Gap Mafia Romance (Empire of Royals Book 1)
His Tesoro: Chapter 54

Matteo was silent the entire car ride home. He kept my hand clenched in his, refusing to let go even as we got out of the car and went up to our apartment.

“I’ll go to Enzo’s and pick up Noodle for the night,” Angelo said as we exited the elevator.

I barely had the chance to say “thank you” before Matteo practically pulled me inside and shut the door.

He dropped my hand and took a few steps away, wearing an unreadable expression.

“So…” I said, breaking the silence. “You shot my father’s second-in-command. In a restaurant.”

Matteo crossed his arms, his scowl fierce. “I would do it again.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

I crooked my finger at him. “Come here.”

That muscle in his jaw ticked, and he huffed a long sigh. I bit my lip to hide my smile. He lasted a few seconds before he walked towards me. I raised my arms and he leaned down, allowing me to circle his neck. He lifted me in one swift motion, his hands cupping my ass.

I ran my nose down his face, breathing him in. “You seem to be laboring under the delusion, husband, that I am upset about what you did.” I smiled at the flash of surprise on his face. “I’ve had very few people in my life stick up for me, and never like that.” I cupped his face, running my thumbs down his cheek before pressing my lips to his. “You’ve earned yourself a reward.”

He pressed my back against the wall, and I whimpered as his cock rocked against my core. “And what will my reward be, wife?”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “Whatever you want. Have your way with me.”

“This is quite a dangerous offer.”

“Why is that?”

“You’ve just given me strong motivation to shoot a lot of men, tesoro, just so I can claim my prize.”

I laughed against his skin. “Good thing you can claim me anytime—no bullets required—so please don’t shoot more people on my account.”

“I will do as I see fit.” His tone was disgruntled, and I squeezed him tight as he carried me to our room.

He flicked our bedside lamp on, the soft glow illuminating the bed as he laid me down on it.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” He kissed down my neck and across my collarbone.

“You might have mentioned it.”

“I will never say it enough. No words will ever be sufficient to describe your beauty.”

I blinked furiously. I would not cry at his sweet words.

He brought his lips back to mine, deepening our kiss, and I wrapped myself around him, needing to do whatever I could to merge our bodies. His taste and scent surrounded me as he ran firm hands down my skin. He pulled away with a curse.

“I need this off of you,” he said, tugging at my dress.

I rolled over so he could access the zipper. He pulled it down, his breath skating across my skin as he pressed hot kisses down my spine. He slowly stripped off the dress, groaning when he saw my tiny black thong.

“Fuck.” He bit each of my ass cheeks, causing me to squeal, but he kept my panties on. “Roll over, baby.”

His hands caressed my skin as I did what he asked, his thumbs circling my beaded nipples. He pulled back just enough to remove his coat jacket and roll up his sleeves, exposing his thick, muscled forearms. I reached for him, needed to touch him, but he caught both wrists in one hand. “I need to be in control tonight.”

The vulnerability in his eyes made my chest tighten. “Whatever you need, miliy.”

He kissed me on the forehead and helped me sit up, arranging a bolster behind my back to give me support. He crossed the room to pull a length of rope out of his dresser. The tension I’d been carrying since last night when I found out I’d have to see my father lessened as my husband strode towards me, loosening his tie. Maybe I needed to surrender control tonight as much as he needed to take it.

Matteo ran the rope across my skin, the slightly rough edge of the hemp causing a shiver to go through me. He took his time tying a chest harness, kissing me and teasing my clit as he wrapped the rope around my breasts and down my torso in a diamond pattern. The rope’s tight hold contrasted with the gentle, tantalizing way his fingers brushed against my skin, leaving me wanting more.

“You’re doing so well for me. Letting me tie you up, use you how I want.” His words were a whisper against my skin and I swayed, trying to lean closer to him.

He kept a firm hold on me, arranging me so he could take the end of the rope and thread it between my legs. I whimpered as he pulled it tight between my pussy lips. My lace underwear provided a small layer of protection, but the rope rubbed against my clit, setting me on fire. He ran the rope between my ass cheeks, and I gasped as he tugged it tight, tying it to the back of my chest harness.

My lips were parted and I was panting. My clit was swollen and needy, desperate for friction, and the tight harness was a constant reminder that I was completely under Matteo’s control.

“Eyes on me,” he said, voice low. I found myself slipping deeper into submission as I met his dark gaze.

“Please,” I begged.

He arranged me so I was facing him, my legs straddling his thigh. His tie and jacket lay forgotten on the floor, but besides that, he was fully clothed. I was vulnerable and at his mercy, and I felt completely safe.

He held the chest harness and rocked me back and forth, each movement sending a pulse of pleasure through me as I rubbed against the rope and his leg. I tried to move faster, but he was fully in control, drawing out my pleasure until I was whining and moaning in his grasp.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

We breathed in time with each other, our heartbeats synching as I fell deeper under his spell. I was floating—tethered to the earth only by his touch. A few times, my eyelids fluttered closed and he smacked my thigh in punishment.

“I’m going to see you fall apart for me, tesoro. Your body belongs wholly to me. Mine to touch, mine to command, mine to control.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“No one else will touch you. No one will ever feel how drenched you get for me.”

“Only you.” The fog was settling in heavier now, my mind floating to the delicious place only he could bring me to. Absolute surrender, because I knew there wasn’t any place in the universe as safe as his arms.

He growled and sped up his movements, pinching my nipple until I cried out. My orgasm broke, washing over me like waves. I clutched his shoulders, digging my fingers in to stop myself from floating away.

“Good girl, you did that so well for me.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he kept murmuring praise. He lowered me to the bed and untied the rope, placing kisses on every spot of my skin rubbed red before gathering me to his chest. He cupped the back of my head, his fingers gently stroking my hair. “Fuck, Sofiya, fuck. It’s you and me, forever.”

I sucked on his neck, wanting, needing, to leave my mark on him, too. The quiet between us was easy, gently wrapping around us.

“I probably left a wet patch on your pants,” I whispered.

“Good. I need your scent on every pair I own.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

I trailed my hands down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt before moving lower. I squeezed his hard cock through his pants, and he thrust against me with a moan. God, I wanted to hear him make that sound over and over. I unzipped his pants and he lifted his hips, helping me shove them down until my fingers wrapped around his warm, smooth cock.

He breathed in sharply and cupped my ass, squeezing firmly. I let out a little cry as he hitched me up, slipping his cock between my pussy lips. “Are you tired, baby?”

“No,” I said with a smile. “Wide awake.”

He rolled us so he was hovering over me. His thick thighs pressed between mine, his cock teasing my entrance.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” I murmured, my lips brushing his throat.

He pressed in, teasing me with just the head of his cock. “I would live inside you if I could.” Before I could answer, he thrust all the way in, and I let out a cry at the stretch. His arms bracketed my body, keeping me as still as possible as he rocked in and out.

“Fuck, I’m going to come quickly. Come with me, baby. I need to feel that perfect pussy of yours squeeze my cock.”

He paused to ease a pillow under my hips. The change in position took pressure off my joints and made it so every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me. It was like electricity through my core and I whimpered, clutching at Matteo as I came. He followed seconds after, both of us riding our pleasure, our hearts racing where our skin was pressed together.

“Perfect. You’re so perfect,” he murmured, gently kissing my lips before rolling off of me. I curled up as Matteo went into the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later with a damp washcloth and cleaned me, making my cheeks heat. I always felt a mix of pleasure and embarrassment when he took care of me in this way.

He lay back down beside me, and I snuggled into his chest.

“Everything feels right when I’m with you.” My words came out mumbled, but his grip on me tightened. “I always dreamed of having this, but never thought I would. Thank you.”

“You never have to thank me,” he murmured. He sounded like he was half-asleep, and I smiled against his bare chest.

Sleep was pulling me under, but just before it did, the words I’d held back for so long spilled out of me. “I love you.”

Matteo’s chest continued to rise and fall steadily. I planted a gentle kiss on his skin and then closed my eyes.