All Chapters of When You Make A Deal With The Biker Mafia : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Matteo?” My voice cracked on his name.His lips moved, the sound low and raw, like gravel dragged across stone. “Adriana…”I shot upright, clutching his hand in both of mine. “You’re awake. Dio, you’re awake.” My eyes blurred, tears slipping before I could stop them. I leaned closer. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”A faint smirk ghosted across his mouth, weak but still him. “I crash a car, and that’s your greeting?”My relief bubbled into a broken laugh. “You almost died, and you’re still arrogant.”His gaze softened, though his voice was faint. “I told you… nothing can kill me that easily.”The door opened, and the doctor stepped in, checking Matteo’s monitors with quick efficiency. He gave me a smile before addressing him. “Your body’s stabilising. You’re breathing on your own now, Matteo. That’s a good sign. You’ll feel weak, but it’s progress.”When the doctor left, I smoothed Matteo’s damp hair back from his forehead. “You scared me half to death.”His fingers twitched in

AdrianaThe elevator ride felt endless, every second stretched tight with the weight of his stare.Matteo hadn’t said a word, hadn’t needed to. His eyes pinned me harder than any hand could, the sharp blue of them roaming over me like he already owned every inch. My chest rose too fast, breath catching, and the closer his fingers circled up my thigh, the hotter my skin burned. The lace beneath my skirt was ruined, soaked through, and he hadn’t even really touched me yet.By the time the doors slid open to the penthouse, I could barely walk. My legs shook so badly that I leaned into him, his arm clamped firm around my waist. The guards outside didn’t dare look at me, though I could feel their awareness, the silent recognition of how undone I was.Inside, the moment the door shut, there was no pause, no reprieve. Matteo spun me, pressing me hard against the wood, the impact jolting through me. His mouth crashed onto mine, all teeth and fire, stealing my breath, my protest, my sanity.

Matteo“Do you want me to fuck you, Adriana?” I asked, my voice low and rough as I raised her legs high. I pressed my lips to her ankle first, kissing slow, then worked my way down, massaging her calf as I went. Her skin was warm, soft, trembling under my touch. When I reached her delicate toes, I spread them slightly and kissed each one, my tongue tracing the arch of her foot until she shivered.She nodded quickly, desperate, but that wasn’t enough. Not for me. “I want an answer Princess,” I told her, holding her gaze. “A real one. Your consent means everything to me.”Her eyes flicked to mine, wide and glassy, her lips quivering. I massaged her legs again, my palms sliding up the length of her thighs, feeling the goosebumps prick her skin. Then I took her toe into my mouth, sucking gently, teasing with my tongue until she let out the sweetest little whimper.“Matteo, please,” she cried, her eyes rolling back, her back arching beautifully off the bed.“Say you need me, Adriana,”

Adriana“Girl, you fucked him.”I nearly spat my latte back into the cup. Heat shot straight up my neck as I slammed it down on the saucer, coughing so hard the woman at the next table gave me a scandalised glare.“Ruby!” I hissed, leaning forward like I could smother her voice with nothing but sheer panic. “Can you not say that so loud?”Ruby only smirked, all glossy lips and sharp cheekbones, her iced coffee straw dangling between perfectly manicured fingers. “What? I’m just stating the obvious. Look at you, your hair’s glowing, skin glowing, hell, even your soul looks like it just had an orgasm. Don’t tell me Matteo isn’t putting in work.”My stomach knotted, and I buried my face in my hands, groaning. “You are impossible.”“And you missed me,” she fired back instantly, that mischievous grin widening as she leaned across the table.Ruby’s grin lingered, but her eyes softened, her straw stirring the melting ice in slow circles. “You know… You look different, Adri. Not just the glow

AdrianaI could have sworn Matteo had been lying beside me before, but when my eyes fluttered open I found myself sprawled naked across the jet’s bed. The sheets clung to my skin, damp from sweat and sex, while he sat nearby, watching me with that hawk-like stillness he carried even when he was at rest. His eyes roamed over my body slowly, not just with hunger but with something heavier possessiveness, protection, maybe even guilt.Every part of me ached.My middle throbbed where he’d driven himself into me over and over, my nipples were raw from his teeth, and angry red handprints bloomed across my skin like proof of the way he’d claimed me. Bite marks scattered over my chest and shoulders, bruises rising in shades that told their own sinful story. And still, when I looked at them, heat crawled up my neck. God help me… I blushed.“Princess,” Matteo’s voice cut through my haze, low and rough, and my gaze snapped to him. He had that look, the one that undid me every time.I pushed