Chapter 5: Kiss

“You bring me here like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll betray you?” Emilia looked at the massive weapons cache before her, unable to hold back her words.

Matthew stepped forward and took a pistol from the weapon rack. Turning toward Emilia, he spoke softly, “Anyone can betray me, except for you, Emilia.”

It was hard to deny that Matthew was right, but where did he get that confidence from? Seeing his confident demeanor really irked Emilia, so she deliberately said, “What if I betray you? What would you do?”

Matthew slowly walked forward until he was right in front of Emilia. She stubbornly didn’t step back, and as a result, Matthew’s tall frame pushed her down. However, she wasn’t afraid. She just looked at him calmly. As expected, Matthew quickly wrapped his arm around her waist to make sure she wouldn’t fall.

Seeing the fearless look on Emilia’s face, Matthew could only sigh. “Stop causing trouble,” he said, his expression turning more serious and cold than ever. “If you dare betray me, I’ll lock you up, chain you, and never let you go anywhere. You’ll need me for everything—eating, bathing, even using the bathroom. You’ll never see anyone else except me. Will that scare you?”

As he spoke, he lowered his head near Emilia’s ear, his breath brushing against her skin, making her shiver. Furthermore, Matthew’s words made her blush with embarrassment. What kind of mafia boss treats a betrayer like this?!

What exactly did Matthew mean?

Before Emilia could think further, Matthew released her and handed her the pistol in his hand. “Take this for protection. If there’s any danger, it will keep you safe.”

Emilia was still processing Matthew’s words when she instinctively teased, “I won’t leave you anymore. It’s too dangerous out there.”

She didn’t see it, but the moment her words left her lips, Matthew’s eyes grew darker and more dangerous. “But you left three years ago, Emilia, and after taking your revenge, you’ll leave again. No one can keep you.”

Emilia heard the instability in Matthew’s voice. She lifted her head to face him, silently thinking to herself that maybe he could, Matthew could keep her. It was just that he had never done so...

Matthew continued to look into Emilia’s eyes, his voice soft as he spoke, “I’ve always been waiting for you.”

Facing Matthew and hearing those words, Emilia’s heart skipped a beat. Yet, thinking of everything that happened yesterday, guilt filled her heart. She lowered her gaze, saying almost nonsensically, “We shouldn’t have slept together, Matthew. That goes against Mr. Curtis’s wishes. I didn’t listen to him, and because of that, I’ve caused their deaths.”

What made her feel even more disgusted was that it had been nothing more than a night of indulgence, a passionate night with no love. Yet, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, as if it had saved her from the dull loneliness she had endured.

The heat of it, the strength and possessiveness of it—all of it made her tremble...

Just as Emilia was deep in thought, a large hand suddenly grabbed her chin. Matthew pulled her chin, forcing her to look toward him.

The calloused hand touched her smooth, delicate skin, leaving a red mark. Clearly, Matthew hadn't applied much force. Seeing the red mark on Emilia's chin, Matthew’s gaze darkened.

Then, looking at her tightly pressed red lips, he couldn't control himself and recalled the night from three years ago. He remembered every detail clearly; he hadn't been drunk—Emilia was the only one who had been. Emilia always thought of it as an accident, but the truth was that Matthew couldn't control himself in the face of his love for her.

However, Matthew would never say this. Emilia would likely kill him if he did.

He had thought that one night would be enough to satisfy his illusions, but seeing her again, the feelings surged as if it were the first time.

Matthew lowered his eyes, and without hesitation, kissed Emilia's lips while covering her sorrowful eyes.

Emilia seemed caught off guard by his sudden action. Her eyes widened in surprise as she struggled to pull away.

But how could Matthew let her escape? His hand circled her waist, pulling her tightly and forcefully into him, as if shackling her. His other hand covered her eyes, and the darkness made Emilia even more sensitive, drawing her deeper into the kiss.

Matthew kissed her lips fiercely yet gently, licking and sucking. Emilia parted her lips, seemingly about to say something, but Matthew seized the moment, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, swirling and twisting inside.

They tangled together, their breaths hot, the sound of wetness echoing in the room. Emilia felt her whole body burning, unable to breathe, her heartbeat racing in a strange way, her mind blank from the lack of oxygen and the strange pleasure.

Finally, she could only punch Matthew's shoulder desperately, signaling for him to let her go. But her punches were like cat scratches to him, only fueling his excitement, and he kissed her even more fiercely.

Only when Emilia's body went limp, her legs unable to hold her up, did Matthew finally break the kiss.

The two pulled apart, leaving a silver thread of connection. Emilia blinked, dazed, her mouth slightly open as she gasped for air, saliva dripping from the corner of her lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes teary and beautiful, making anyone want to make her cry, the expression on her face a painful yet blissful mix.

Matthew's gaze darkened. He lowered his head, gently licking the saliva from her chin. "If you ever blame yourself again, I’ll kiss you until you can’t breathe."

Emilia’s face turned crimson. She didn’t understand why Matthew was doing this—was it just because he didn’t want her to blame herself? He could have used another method.

"Y-You..." Emilia opened her mouth, wanting to ask.

But just then, a voice outside interrupted her words. "Sir, the shared warehouse between us and the Adonis family is being attacked. Initial assessments suggest the attackers are from Robert's gang. The situation is critical, and they are requesting reinforcements, sir!"

The frantic voice from outside the door showed how tense the situation at the warehouse was. Matthew frowned, and Emilia momentarily swallowed her question.

She quickly stood up and said, "I want to go with you. Maybe Robert is among the attackers."

Matthew didn’t object. After all, he wouldn't feel safe leaving Emilia alone right now.

They both walked outside together.

Louis, seeing them come out, fell silent for a moment. Before Emilia could figure out what was happening, Louis spoke with a deep tone, "Sir, it's actually fine if you're a little late. Please pay attention to your image."

Emilia froze, instinctively glancing somewhere. When she saw the bulging part of Matthew’s pants, her face immediately turned as red as a ripe tomato.

Matthew smirked, speaking to Louis but keeping his eyes on Emilia. "We can't afford to be late. If I wait to take care of my needs, Robert's men will have already taken the warehouse. You agree, don’t you, Emilia?"

Emilia, who had experienced Matthew's strength and endurance in bed, could only remain silent, her face burning, acknowledging his words. She was embarrassed and angry, stomping on Matthew’s shoe. "Shameless!"

With that, she quickly walked ahead. Matthew laughed behind her, not angry.

Louis looked at Emilia, then at Matthew’s smiling face, feeling like he had just discovered something monumental!