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Fuck You Matteo

ARIELLE’S POVMatteo pulled away from me slowly, his breathing as ragged as mine. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust. For a second I thought he would ignore the phone and keep going, pin me harder against the glass and finally give in.But he didn’t.He stepped back, jaw clenched tight, and fished the phone out of his pocket. Without a word to me, he turned and walked out onto the wide terrace, sliding the glass door shut behind him.I stood there against the window, legs shaky, body burning. My lips felt swollen. My skin tingled where his hands had gripped me. Heat pulsed low between my thighs, demanding more. I hated how much I wanted him right now. Hated how easily he could set me on fire and then walk away.Infuriated, I pressed my thighs together and crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. I wouldn’t chase him. I wouldn’t beg. I held my peace even though every nerve in my body screamed for his touch.Through the glass, I watched him pace on the terrace as he answe

I Don't Do Virgins

MATTEO’S POVI watched Arielle storm away after spitting those words at me, her back rigid, her nightwear barely covering her ass. The scent of her soap, and arousal still clung to the air around the kitchen island.My cock was rock hard, throbbing against the fabric of my sweatpants. Fuck. I had wanted her so badly at that moment. The way she looked, the soft press of her body against mine, those teasing little rocks of her hips… I had been seconds away from bending her over the counter and burying myself inside her until she screamed my name.I ran a hand over my face and let out a low, bitter scoff.But I didn’t do virgins.Arielle was untouched. I knew it from the way she trembled under my hands, the way her breath hitched at every small touch, the innocent hunger in her eyes even when she tried to play the seductress. She wasn’t like the women I usually took to bed, experienced, cold, easy to walk away from.If I fucked her now, she’d want more than I could give.She’d want tend

The Morretti Secret

ARIELLE’S POVI couldn’t stay in the bedroom any longer after what happened the previous night. My face still burned with shame, and the ache between my legs had only just started to fade, leaving behind a sticky reminder of how badly my body had betrayed me. How I would have shamelessly given myself to him if he had even made a move on me again. I needed to do something useful.Matteo left without sitting with me for breakfast, so I decided to give myself a proper tour of the penthouse while he was away. It was massive, sleek, modern, and clearly designed for a man who valued control and privacy. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, but I wasn’t here for the scenery. I was looking for secrets. Anything that could give me the upper hand.Information about the gold theft. Connections to the Russians. Dirt on Giselle or Celeste. Even something small about Matteo himself, . a weakness I could exploit. I needed leverage. Something lucrative. Something that

Please.... Matteo

MATTEO’S POVI stepped back into the penthouse after the shitshow with Vincenzo and Elena. This was not the first time we were having that kind of argument, but somehow, The old man’s words kept ringing in my ears — bastard son, nothing but trouble. As if I hadn’t bled for this family more times than he ever had. I needed a moment alone. A moment to think, to plan the next move against the Russians, and to figure out how the hell I was going to keep Arielle from driving me insane.The kitchen still smelled faintly of the breakfast she had made. My shirt on her body flashed in my mind again, those long bare legs, the way she had pressed against me, soft and warm and so fucking tempting. I scoffed under my breath and shook the image away. I didn’t do virgins. She would want more than rough hands and quick release. She would want pieces of me I wasn’t ready to give.I headed straight for my private study at the end of the hallway. That room was my sanctuary — the one place where I k

Claimed By A Morretti Man

THIRD PERSON'S POV The cold water continued to pour over Matteo and Arielle in the shower, turning the small bathroom into a steamy, chaotic cocoon. Arielle’s plea hung in the air between them. “Let me go… please” her voice trembling with a mix of fear, anger, and something far more dangerous. Matteo’s body remained pressed against hers, his hands caging her to the tiled wall, his mouth hovering just above her swollen lips. The soaked white shirt clung to her curves like a second skin, and the raw tension between them felt hotter than the freezing spray.He didn’t move. His dark eyes bored into hers, breathing ragged, as if he was fighting the same war she was, the line between hatred and hunger fading with every second.Before either of them could break or give in, a sharp, insistent buzzing cut through the sound of the running water.Matteo’s jaw clenched. His private phone, the one reserved only for emergencies was vibrating on the marble counter outside the bathroom. He ignore

Tell Me to Stop Kitten

MATTEO’S POVI left the penthouse with my jaw locked tight and my gun heavy at my side. The family meeting couldn’t wait. Vincenzo had summoned everyone, and ignoring it would only make things worse.I cursed under my breathe, got into my cat and stepped on the gas. The warehouse on the east docks was cold and dimly lit when I arrived. Vincenzo sat at the head of the long table like a king on his throne. Nikolai was absent, still recovering from the last attack. But Frederico stood near the wall, arms crossed. A few other capos and associates filled the seats. I noticed the air was thick with tension.Vincenzo didn’t waste time.“The Russians are mobilizing because of your mess, Matteo,” he started “Your wife has become a liability. Giselle is using her as bait, and now we have a traitor feeding information from inside our own ranks. You were supposed to control the girl, not turn her into a target.”I stayed standing, refusing to sit. “She’s my wife. I’m handling it.”One of the

Moans For Don Matteo

ARIELLE’S POVMatteo’s mouth claimed mine again before I could answer his challenge. The kiss was deep, possessive, and stole every protest I had left. My body betrayed me instantly, melting into him even as anger spread in my chest.He lowered me onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. The gunshot wound on his side didn’t seem to slow him down at all. His hands were everywhere sliding under the hem of his shirt I was wearing, pushing the fabric up until cool air kissed my bare skin.“Matteo…” I whispered against his lips, half warning, half plea.He pulled back just enough to look down at me, dark eyes burning. “Still talking back, Kitten? Even now?” His fingers traced slow circles over my stomach, moving higher until they brushed the underside of my breasts. “You came in here yelling at me, and yet here you are… legs already parting for me.”Heat flooded my cheeks. I was angry, furious, but my body didn’t care. My thighs had fallen open the moment he settled betw

Feisty Wife

MATTEO’S POV Memories from last night clouded my mind, as I stepped into the bathroom. The hot water pounded against my skin, but it did nothing to wash away the guilt clawing at my chest.I braced both hands on the tiled wall, head bowed, letting the steam fill the bathroom. What the hell had I done?I had taken her virginity.Arielle, my defiant, stubborn wife who had fought me at every turn had been untouched. Pure. And I had claimed her in the middle of an argument, driven by anger, pain from the gunshot, and that damn uncontrollable pull she had on me. I had told myself I didn’t do virgins. I had sworn I wouldn’t cross that line because she would want more than I could ever give.Yet the moment she had spread her legs for me, whispering my name like both a curse and a prayer, I had lost every ounce of control.Now she was lying in my bed, probably feeling used and alone, while I stood here feeling sick to my stomach.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, slamming my fist lightly

Freedom With A Price

THIRD PERSON'S POV The study door clicked shut behind Xavier and Frederico, leaving Matteo and Arielle alone in heavy silence. Matteo kept his hands tucked deep in his pockets, shoulders tense, his expression carefully guarded. What did Arielle want? Why was she in his office? He wandered. The gunshot wound on his side throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his chest. He watched her closely, wondering how this conversation was about to explode.Arielle stood near the desk, her hair tousled from the night before. “So… where were we?” she repeated, voice steady despite the slight tremble beneath it.Matteo didn’t move. He simply waited, listening.Arielle took a deep breath, then spoke. “You slept with me last night, Matteo. You took my virginity after we argued like we always do, and then you just… walked away. You left me there in your bed like I was nothing. Like what happened between us meant nothing. I know you don’t do soft or gentle things, but I didn’

I Want To Play

ARIELLE’S POVI splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was hard to figure out how I truly felt. Regret? Pain from Matteo's words, absolutely nothing. Groaning softly, I stepped out of the bath tub and dried my skin. For some odd reason, I kept replaying Matteo’s words from this morning in my head like a broken record.“You want freedom? Take it. Walk out that door if you want. I won’t chain you to this penthouse… but you’re a target now, Kitten. They’ll come for you the second you’re alone.”He had looked almost human when he said it. No mocking smirk, or cold rage. Just tired honesty and something darker underneath, regret, maybe. Or fear that I’d actually leave and get myself killed.Did he care about me? I hated that it made my chest tighten.I hated even more that I believed him. There was this part of me, that desperately wanted him to care. By the time evening fell, I had made my decision. I would take the freedom he offered. I would b

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