Semua Bab BURN FOR ME: MR. MATTEO'S DESIRE : Bab 41 - Bab 50

MATTEO’S POVThe moment Arielle sank onto my lap, every muscle in my body rose up. Her ass pressed perfectly against my cock, soft curves molding to me through the thin fabric of her dress. She reached up without hesitation, plucked the cigar from my fingers, and brought it to those full lips.She took a slow, deliberate drag.Smoke curled from her mouth, and the entire table went dead silent. Part of me wanted to drag her out of here, bend her over the nearest surface, and remind her exactly who she belonged to. The other part, the darker, prouder part swelled with something dangerously close to admiration. My little kitten wasn’t just surviving my world. She was stepping into it with claws out.Across the table, Ivan watched her, those ice-blue eyes dragged over every inch of her, lingering on the way her dress hugged her thighs, the exposed line of her neck where my mark from last night still faintly showed if you knew where to look. He leaned back in his chair, a slow, predator

THIRD PERSON POVThe private poker room rose with suffocating tension. No one moved. Arielle sat straight-backed in her chair, face calm, eyes locked on her cards. Matteo stood half-risen behind her, jaw clenched tight. His gaze burned into the side of her head, a silent storm of rage, fear, and that dark, unwilling pride. One wrong flip and she would be spread on this very table for Ivan to claim. The thought alone made his blood boil.Ivan leaned back in his chair, ice-blue eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. A slow, mocking smile curved his lips as he watched Arielle. “Give up now, Arielle,” he drawled, voice thick with a Russian accent and dripping condescension. “One wrong move and I get to wreck you for life.”Laughter erupted around the table. The older Italian players chuckled low and rough, shaking their heads at the audacity of the woman who had dared to sit with them. Ivan’s men joined in, their laughs louder, crueler, already imagining the scene — the beautiful prize bent

ARIELLE’S POVThe next morning, I groaned as my eyes met the light from our window. My body still hummed with unresolved tension, the ache between my thighs was a constant reminder of how Matteo had held me tight but refused to give me what I craved. I had barely slept, tossing and turning against his solid chest, every shift of his body teasing me without relief.He was still asleep beside me, lying on his back, one arm loosely draped over his stomach. The sheet had slipped low on his hips, exposing the hard lines of his abs and the faint trail of dark hair leading down. Even in sleep he looked dangerous. I should have been angry. I was angry. But the sight of him like this, vulnerable for once, only made the heat flare hotter.Quietly, I slid closer. My hand moved first, trailing lightly over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He didn’t stir. I let my fingers drift lower, slipping beneath the sheet until I wrapped them around his cock. He was already half-hard, th

ARIELLE’S POVYvonne’s hug felt warm and familiar, like she never even left in the first place. “I missed you so much,” she said, squeezing my hand across the counter. Her eyes were bright, genuine. “It felt like forever. Every time I tried to reach out, it didn't work. I thought they’d never let me see you again.”“I missed you too,” I admitted, my voice softer than I expected. “It’s been… a lot. Sometimes I just want to go back to my life before this whole mafia…” I paused. “I just want to be normal.”Yvonne laughed lightly, but there was an edge to it. “Normal? In this world? Good luck with that.” She tilted her head, studying me. “Matteo’s the one who kept me away, you know. My dear cousin decided I was a bad influence. Said I’d fill your head with ‘dangerous ideas’ and make you even more defiant than you already are.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “As if you needed my help with that.”I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. “He’s protective. In his own terrif

ARIELLE’S POVI stood there against the desk, chest heaving, lips still tingling from that brutal kiss. My throat felt his firm touch. Matteo stepped back, breathing hard, his dark eyes locked on mine like he was fighting every instinct to drag me back to him.“Sit down,” he said, voice rough but steadier now. He gestured to the chair across from his desk.For a second, I wanted to refuse just to keep fighting. But something in his tone, the way he was actually trying to hold himself together made me move. I sank into the chair, legs still shaky from the adrenaline and the heat that refused to die between us.Matteo dropped into his own seat, elbows on the desk, hands clasped tight like he needed something to hold onto. The silence stretched for a moment, heavy with everything we’d just thrown at each other.I spoke first, my voice quieter but no less fierce. “You offered me freedom, Matteo. Real freedom. Not the kind where I get to walk around the penthouse with a guard. You said