Matteo“Teach me then. Teach me how to defend myself.”There was nothing hotter than my grey eyed wife, standing before me while asking for things like she had nothing to lose.I couldn't help but chuckle.I had spent the night staring at the little Instagram post she made yesternight from our ride to the party.My hand on her bare thigh, the black gown complimenting my black suit.Some photos were meant for aesthetic purposes. I knew the reason what that one meant.But just one word kept replaying in my mind.Mine.I let out a low chuckle. "You think you can just demand for something, and I would simply hand it to you on a silver platter?" A part of me admired her boldness, her refusal to cower for her mother, and in the face of the storm that was our marriage.But another part of me knew better.Her jaw tightened, and she took a step closer. "I'm not asking you to hand me anything, Matteo. I'm asking you to teach me how to protect myself," She said. "Everyone talks about how being
Valentina"Let me go then. I'm never going to be Isabella."My eyes narrowed. My breaths had finally evened out, and I could feel the hot flush in my cheeks."Let me go. End this misery for both of us."He allowed a soft laugh to slip free.My anger came and went like flashes of lightning. One minute, it was there, and the next, I was just tired of it all.He didn't break his gaze as he stepped closer. "Then I wouldn't find you at home waiting for me in my room."The way he looked at me was something I had always wished to have. A look of longing, desire. From the man I would love with all my heart.But he had been betrothed to my sister."I thought you didn't want that." I whispered, my body practically electrified from nerves.He rolled his eyes. "Don't assume what I want, Valentina." He replied, his voice placid. Disinterested.Just one touch. One touch from him, and the room would ignite."Noted." I curled my fingers around the hem of my shorts as tightly as I could to stop the em
Valentina“Where would I even go?”The rain poured down relentlessly, drenching me as I stepped outside the estate gates, but I didn’t care.I was getting away from Matteo, from his estate, from Caterina and all her rules.Each drop of the rain pelted my skin like tiny needles, a reminder that the world would never be fair to me, no matter what.“At this point, I can hardly think.” I muttered to myself as I stepped onto the gravel path, the darkness pressing in around me.I walked faster, driven by a need to escape the weight of it all.“Don't let me find you in my wing without being called again, or you’ll discover there are limits to my kindness.” Matteo’s cold words echoed in my mind, his commanding presence looming over everything like a storm swirling above me.I knew this path was unfamiliar, and I didn’t care. I just needed to be far from him as best as I could. The further I went, the more the estate disappeared behind the trees, and soon I realized I had where I was anymore.
Valentina."Planning a party isn't the hardest thing in the world," Caterina's voice was the only sound I could hear in this library. It was steady, almost clinical, as she rattled off the list of responsibilities that now fell on my shoulders. "I'm pretty sure you watched your mom do it."It had been two weeks. Two weeks since I almost left the estate for good.Two weeks since I saw someone who had something to say about my sister.Two weeks since Matteo came after me in the pouring rain, stopping me from walking away. Two weeks since that kiss.I still couldn't stop thinking about it. How his lips had been soft yet commanding, claiming me with a force that left me breathlessIt was the first real sign of emotion he'd shown toward me since I had been dragged into his world. His cold, dominating exterior had cracked for just a moment, and I had seen something raw underneath. Desire, yes - but something more.Something darker. Unresolved."....and the guest list will have to be finalis
Valentina"Valentina, I said I'm alright." Matteo groaned for the umpteenth time that morning.The hours after finding Matteo bruised and bloodied passed in a blur. Despite his insistence that it was "nothing," his wounds told me a different story.I'd stayed up all night watching over him, tending to his injuries as best as I could, all while he stubbornly refused to explain how he ended up in this state.Was this what I had to contend with too? As the first light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains of my bedroom, l lay awake beside him, my mind racing.His apology - if one can even call it that - still echoed in my ears. It was the first time he had shown me any real vulnerability, and I didn't know what to make of it.Matteo Nevarro, the ruthless mafia Don who had an entire empire under his fingers, was sorry. Sorry for what?For getting married to me despite the fact that he was in love with my sister? For keeping me at arm's length? For not helping me find my sister?I g
Valentina. "I don't know what I enjoy more, your cute little lips, or how much you love kissing me."Matteo’s nose brushed against mine, and I whimpered involuntarily, my entire body flooded with desire. "Do you know how much and how long I had wanted to do this?""How long?" I found myself asking, moving just a touch closer. My body buzzed with equal part adrenaline and desire.He tightened his grip on my hair and groaned as he kissed me, rapidly taking control. His movements were both slow and determined as he deepened the kiss and pulled me on top of him, letting me feel just how hard he was.The thought of him wanting me that desperately only fueled my own desire, and I couldn't help but moan as he moved his tongue against mine just right.I gasped when a jolt of desire rushed through me, one hand wrapping in his hair as the other began to roam over his chest and abs, my inhibitions faded away.My breath hitched when his hands moved underneath my t-shirt, his thumb brushing over
Matteo"There must be something in the air. Everyone is getting hitched...." I turned Christian out.He was a cousin from the father's side who held a prominent position in the mafia gang in another country. I respected him, and I listened to anything he had to say regarding the mafia world, people I should stay away from, and the best allies one should have.Except for tonight.My jaw tightened when I heard that familiar laugh again, all the way from the other side of the room.Valentina had been talking to Ethan for the past ten minutes since most of the Nevarros were yet to arrive. Not just talking - she was laughing and smiling like he was some award winning stand-up comedian when I knew for a fact that he wasn't that funny. And she had been avoiding me since Thursday. Today was Saturday.Irritation bubbled in my throat when he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. He said something, and she laughed again.She'd never laughed that much when she was with me. And I was
Matteo.Valentina's breath hitched, but the fire in her eyes had returned, burning brighter than before. "I'm not yours. I might be married to you, but that's in name only. You belong to Isabella, or have you forgotten?"Her voice was defiant, though it trembled slightly when she spoke."I haven't forgotten anything." I grazed my knuckles up her bare thigh, inch by inch until I got to the hem of her dress.Her body grew taut, the heat emanating from her a wild temptation that sank into me and made me want to kiss those puckered lips again. To crush her mouth with mine and ruin her perfect lipstick once and for all.To show everyone out there who she belonged to."If you want me to stop," I murmured, nudging her knees apart with my leg. "All you have to do is say the word."Valentina opened her mouth, a cuss at the tip of her tongue most likely, but she bit it back as I traced a lazy circle onto her skin with my thumb. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson, the colour spreading down to her
Valentina“You owe me the truth, Matteo,” I said softly, my voice breaking slightly. “Why did you do this to me?”The moment Matteo walked out of the room, leaving my question unanswered, the weight of everything crashed down on me like a tidal wave.I stood there, staring at the door he'd closed behind him, my body frozen in place.My hands shook with a mixture of anger and disbelief.How could he just leave? Without saying anything?After everything I'd learned, after everything I'd asked, how could he just walk away like that?I paced back and forth, the tension building in my chest like a coiled spring. The more I thought about it, the more furious I became. I had sacrificed so much for this life... a life I never chose.And now?Matteo couldn't even give me a simple answer.Why had he done what he did. He never needed me.Grabbing the nearest bottle of wine from the mini shelf in the room, I didn't even bother with a glass. I just needed something to dull the storm raging inside
MatteoThe clink of our glasses echoed through the dimly lit room as I stared out at the view of the city skyline.Quite crazy how it took me less than two hours to leave my house and meet up with Ethan.A retreat. An escape from everything that had spiralled out of control. One day turned to two, two days turned to three, and now I've been away from the estate for four days.I hadn't meant to leave things this long.Hell, I had no idea why I was still here, sitting in a bar in another state, avoiding my wife.My wife.The woman I swore to protect, yet I couldn't face her.I hadn't told her the truth."You look ridiculous, you know that?" Ethan’s voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, annoying as always with his half amused, half exasperated tone. "Matteo Nevarro, hiding out like a scared boy because he can't face his wife."I scowled, nursing my drink without looking at him.Ethan was a parasite, cutting through my defense and getting under my skin. He was still my best friend,
As the car moved down the glided streets, Sophia kept up a steady stream of chatter about the latest fashion trends and some scandalous gossip she had about others in the mafia group.Different from the woman I met some many weeks back.I nodded along to whatever she said, though I didn't really care about them.Who wanted to bang his mistress with his wife in the other room shouldn't be on my mind."....and then, there was that time, Isabella tried to switch places with me so she could listen more to the conversation...."Sophia’s words cut through my thoughts, and I froze."What?" I turned to her, twisting my fingers together.Sophia waved her hand dismissively, laughing lightly. "Oh, you know, one of those wild events. We could have sworn the minister smelled of sex but his wife had been with us the whole time. She wanted to listen to their conversation..... I don't remember all the details."I forced a calm smile, though my chest tightened just a little bit more.Isabella never me
Valentina"Where are you coming from?"Matteo's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. He stood at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, his dark eyes trained on me with an intensity that made my stomach twist.Damn.His broad shoulders were rigid, his posture tense, and his chest heaved slightly, as though he had been paying before catching me in the act.My heart thundered in my chest, and for a moment, I couldn't think.I still held the note from Isabella in mynhanf, my fingers trembling as I squeezed it tightly in my palm so he wouldn't see.Isabella had always been the trickster between the both of us. The best liar. She could get out of any situation."I... I couldn't sleep," I stammered, my voice quieter than I intended. "I was having nightmares, so I went outside to get some fresh air."Matteo's expression didn't change. He watched me as he descended the stairs slowly, each step deliberate. I could feel the doubt in his gaze as if he were trying to find the lie
ValentinaThe moon hung low in the sky tonight, casting an eerie glow over the room. I stared at the faint rise and fall of Matteo's chest as he slept next to me.The steady rhythm of his breathing was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. He looked so peaceful, completely unaware of what I was about to do.I had no idea how I would slip away without waking him up.Matteo was so attuned to my movements, even in his sleep, that a simple trip to the bathroom would have him wide awake the next moment, groaning out my name in his half asleep state."Midnight. Alone."But if I wanted to know where Isabella was, I had to be crafty. If I wanted to find out why she had bailed on her wedding with Matteo, I had to be fast.If I wanted to know if Luca was saying the truth, I had to leave this room tonight.Matteo sure chose the wrong time of the month to start being nice to me.I shifted slightly on the bed, testing Matteo’s reaction. His arm lay loosely draped across my waist, heavy and w
Valentina.The weight of the note settled over me like a storm cloud, lingering in the back of my mind even as I prepared for my evening with Matteo.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of the sleek, black dress I had chosen, while Matteo watched me from the side.I wondered for the millionth time if he knew what was happening in my mind."If you want to know where Isabella is, meet me tomorrow at midnight. Alone."it took me five minutes to leave the room once Matteo abruptly left.Who could have left it? And why now?Was it a trap? A way to manipulate me?Or had it been meant for Matteo? A way to manipulate him?I took a deep breath, reminding myself that tonight was supposed to be a date with Matteo.My husband.Another attempt at the boundaries we created when he came back, to get closer, to figure out what our relationship would lead to.I glanced subtly at Matteo, contemplating whether or not to tell him about the note.He had promised to help me fi
Valentina.The early morning light cast soft shadows over the floor. Everywhere was still quiet, and every movement sounded too loud as I inched myself off Matteo's mattress.It was twenty-five minutes after nine, the latest I had woken up on any day since I got to the Nevarro Estate, but I needed to leave before Matteo woke up.My feet grazed the floor."Where are you going?" The rough, sleepy voice of Matteo broke the silence and stopped me in my tracks.With my toes curling into the soft threads on the floor while my heart thundered in my chest.Stay calm.Stay collected.But even his voice sparked pg eighteen memories in my mind."You like this, don't you?" He had taunted. "Knowing I can wreck your pussy in a way no one else can while you make a mess all over my cock?"Heat crawled over my cheeks but I maintained a neutral expression when I turned.We had abandoned my painting and came back home, where Matteo proceeded to take me to his room for another round of sex.I couldn't li
Valentina.I should stop him.We hadn't resolved all our issues yet, and kissing - or more - would complicate things even more.I should stop him.But I didn’t.Instead, I threaded my fingers through his hair and succumbed to the assault of my senses.The firm grip on the back of my neck. The expert pressure of his lips. The way Matteo's body body molded into mine, all hard and hot.His mouth hovered over mine, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down my spine.For a moment, his lips lingered just a hair's breadth away, as if giving me one final chance to push him away. To stop this madness.But I didn’t.I didn’t want to.Because when I was with him like this, everything that was tangled and messed up between us seemed to dissolve into the background.Matteo's hand moved from the back of my neck to cradle my face, his thumb brushing along my cheek. The rough pads of his fingers sent sparks across my skin, and I couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped my lips.That was all the in
Valentina."We're going on a date." Matteo had announced barely twenty-four hours after we returned from the dinner date.That morning, the rain had barely ceased, leaving behind a certain dampness in the air that clung to my skin.I stood outside the estate, nervously biting at my lip as I waited for Matteo. He had strict instructions that I waited for him.My fingers found the hem of my coat as I glanced up at the grey sky. The night seemed to stretch endlessly, a perfect backdrop for the war of emotions churning inside me.Matteo hadn't thought it would be prudent to mention where we were going to. So, I had no idea if I was underdressed or overdressed.But when the sleek black car pulled up, and Matteo emerged from the driver's seat, his normal attire of a crisp, perfectly tailored suit absent but this time he was dressed in a blue tshirt and some jeans, I knew my outfit of a plain white t-shirt and grey joggers wasn't bad.There was something different about him tonight."Tesoro,