All Chapters of The Mafia King's Trophy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MatteoAmara’s head rests against my chest, and I can feel the warmth of her breath through the fabric of my shirt. Her hands are still gripping me, as if letting go would break whatever fragile thread is holding her together.And for once, I don’t feel the need to speak.Her vulnerability is raw, unfiltered, and it seeps into me in a way that nothing else ever has. It’s not weakness—not with her. It’s strength disguised as surrender, and I don’t know what the fuck to do with it.My hand trails down her back, settling at the curve of her waist. I can feel the tension slowly bleeding out of her, her breaths evening out, though there’s still a hesitance in the way she leans into me. Like she’s testing how much of herself she can give before I take too much.“I hate how you do this to me,” she whispers, her voice muffled against my chest.I smirk, even though she can’t see it. “What, make you melt like this?”She pulls back just enough to glare up at me, though there’s no real bite to it

MatteoI watch her beneath me, her eyes wide but steady, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as her fingers dig into my shoulders. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away, even when I can feel how hard my hands are gripping her hips. She’s never been afraid of me, not really, and that’s what drives me fucking insane.“You have no idea,” I murmur again, the words slipping out as I brush my lips over hers, softer this time, almost reverent. “How much I want you. It’s not just want—it’s need. Fucking need.”Her hands tighten against my shoulders, and I pull back enough to look at her, my gaze searching hers. “You came to me,” I say, my voice rough. “You didn’t have to, but you did.”She blinks up at me, her breath catching as she whispers, “You gave me a choice.”“And you chose me,” I growl, the truth of it settling deep in my chest, both exhilarating and terrifying. “You chose me, princess. Do you have any idea what that means?”She shakes her head slightly, her lips parting

AmaraI wake slowly, my body heavy and warm, cocooned in a tangle of sheets and the steady, grounding heat of Matteo pressed against me. His arm is draped over my waist, holding me against his chest like he’s afraid I’ll slip away in the night.The memories from the night before rush back in a wave, and my cheeks heat as I bury my face into the pillow. I gave myself to him. My first. Matteo Dragonetti. And he was…Gentle.The thought surprises me. Matteo, who has only ever been cruel, cold, and possessive, was careful with me. His touch, his words, everything was different last night.But even as my body feels sated, my heart twists with anxiety.What happens now?I gave him the one thing I had left, the last piece of myself I’d kept untouched, and now… now I feel empty, like I’ve lost something I’ll never get back.Tears prick my eyes before I can stop them, and I try to stay quiet, biting my lip to stifle the sob building in my chest. But it’s useless. A sniffle escapes, soft but en

AmaraI sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the door. It’s not locked. It hasn’t been for days. That fact gnaws at me, an ever-present reminder of the unspoken freedom Matteo has dangled in front of me.I could leave. Walk out the door, past the guards—if they’d even stop me—and run. But where would I go? And worse… why does the thought of leaving twist my stomach into knots?I glance at my hand, at the weight of Matteo’s signet ring on my finger. It’s too big, slipping down to my middle knuckle unless I push it back up. Its presence feels impossible to ignore, like a brand. Like a promise.A knock at the door startles me, and before I can respond, it opens, revealing Sienna in her chair. Her presence is imposing, as always, but there’s a warmth in her expression I didn’t expect.“Amara,” she says with a small smile. “Would you care to join me outside? The garden is lovely at this time of day.”I hesitate, glancing at the door and back at her. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”“No

MatteoWhen she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and she’s grinning up at me like she’s just won the most dangerous game of her life.“You always wake up this grumpy?” she asks, her voice teasing, but there’s a softness in her eyes that grounds me in a way I don’t deserve.I reach for her, pulling her up onto the bed and pinning her beneath me in one fluid motion. My hand cups her jaw, my thumb brushing over the curve of her cheek as I take in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, and completely mine.“No one surprises me,” I murmur, my voice low but steady. “No one.”She tilts her head; her gaze challenging. “Good to know I’m the exception.”A low growl escapes me as I press her deeper into the mattress, my hands framing her face as I look down at her. “You think you can surprise me like that and get away with it, princess?”Her eyes flash with defiance, her lips curving into a sly grin. “What are you going to do about it?”The challenge in her voice send