All Chapters of Summer Wine: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

40 Chapters

31) Frozen Berries and Melting Borders

The dim light inside caught the glint of the silver bowl on the nightstand, filled with frozen tropical fruit. Matteo's chest rose and fell rapidly; his black linen shirt was ripped all the way down the front, his dark skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat and the raw adrenaline of his wild jealousy.His rough, calloused fingers still held my chin with firm, unyielding pressure, but the terrifying glint in his jet-black eyes had transformed into something far more ravenous. "You have no idea what you've done to me, Nova," he snarled, his hoarse voice trembling against my lips."You sit there, defying me in front of the whole world, and then you demand an apology from me while you're acting like a queen in my bed. Impossible, goddamn it!"A soft, provocative murmur escaped my lips, my fingers tracing the hard line of his taut collarbone. The contrast was intoxicating; This enormous, deadly mob boss, capable of tearing a man apart with his bare hands, was now completely hanging on

32) Tasting the Forbidden Fruit

As the yacht's engines battled the rough waves of the open sea, the shaking in the room was directly reflected on our bed. When Matteo's immense, strawberry-juice-soaked hardness plunged into me in one swift movement, all the oxygen in the room evaporated in seconds. With the incredible feeling of fullness and erection inside me, I buried my head in the pillow and clenched my teeth to keep from screaming. But Matteo had no intention of stopping, of letting me breathe.With his large, calloused hands, he flipped me over on the bed in one swift motion. Suddenly, I found myself on the silk sheets, propped up on my knees and elbows. The torn linen hem of my white dress was pulled up to my waist, my tight, aching, soaking wet opening completely exposed to the mercy of the savage man standing behind me. When Matteo, with his enormous body, pressed down on me from behind, I felt his sweaty chest against my back."Look at me," he roared deeply, his hoarse, raspy voice echoing in my ear. He re

33 )The Ghost of the Past

As the intense, throbbing waves in my body slowly subsided, the heavy, strawberry-scented, sweaty air in the room clung to my skin. Matteo, with his massive, muscular body, was completely wrapped around me from behind, his heavy breaths continuing to burn my neck. The overwhelming fullness and utter surrender within me, for the first time in my life, completely obliterated my sanitizing obsessions and rational defenses. Matteo's large hand still rested on my bare buttocks, as if declaring its ownership.Just as my mind was beginning to break free from the intense fog of lust and return to reality... a sharp, crackling sound from the hidden speaker in the ceiling cut through the magic like a knife.Bzzzt... "Signor Matteo? Capo, there's an emergency. You need to come upstairs immediately."Matteo's warm body against my back instantly stiffened. The man who had been intoxicated by pleasure and growling moments before was gone in seconds; replaced by the vigilant, ruthless mafia leader.

34) Femme Fatale Venom

When Matteo stormed out of the room and locked the door behind him, I was left lying in the middle of the bed, wrapped in his black linen shirt that reeked of masculinity.My heart was pounding as if it wanted to burst through my ribcage. The taste of the icy strawberry that had just melted between my legs and the warm, intense lust Matteo had left inside me were still fresh on my skin, but the sound of the name "Elena" from outside instantly transformed all the sweet stickiness in the room into the smell of gunpowder.Could I stay put? Of course not.Even though the mischievous, curious voice inside me was saying, "Girl, stay where you are, the men are going to shoot each other outside," my patience had already snapped. I jumped out of bed.As I quickly buttoned up Matteo's enormous shirt, I realized I wasn't wearing anything underneath; my dress had already been torn to shreds by Matteo. The hem of the shirt reached the middle of my thighs; I'd have to make do with it.I walked towa

35) A Heartbeat and a Heartbreak

As Elena's yacht slowly drifted away into the darkness of the open sea, the silence on deck, permeated with the smell of gunpowder and sea salt, gave way to the roar of the engines. The guards were still on high alert, but I was blind to the world around me. The primal monster of jealousy surged through my veins with such ferocity that my earlier, cool, "strawberry juice" outburst was completely gone. My eyes throbbed with anger and that terrible indigestion.Matteo, his body stiffened after Elena's words, turned towards me. In his dark eyes, there was a shock and admiration I couldn't quite decipher. Just as he was about to open his mouth and say in that authoritative tone, "What did you just do?", I didn't give him a chance.I took a step forward and reached out my hands to his bare, dark chest, his firm collarbones. I grabbed the collar of Matteo's huge jacket, or rather, the torn pieces of his black linen shirt, with a savage ferocity. With surprising strength, I pulled him toward

36)Bytes and Hazelnut Cream

As the red alarm lights turned the deck into a bloodbath, the powerful roar of the yacht's engines suddenly ceased. The enormous luxury vessel began to rock like a cradle in the dark waters of the Mediterranean. While Matteo's bodyguards frantically loaded their weapons, I had already sprung into action.My fear had completely given way to adrenaline and "Focus" mode. Wearing only Matteo's enormous black linen shirt, I stomped my bare feet on the cold deck floor and ran towards the main control room. Matteo roared after me, "Nova, stop! I said go inside!" but I couldn't hear him.That cocktail-sipping slut was going to hack into my system? I swear I'd give those hackers their keyboards one by one!I kicked open the control room door and went to the main terminal. My fingers flew across the red cyber codes swirling on the screens. My eyes were glued to the screen, typing hundreds of lines of code per second, when a curse escaped my lips."Even cyber hacking has its honor, what kind of

37) From the Gutters to the Throne

In the faded, grainy photograph on the screen, Matteo was barely twenty years old. His face was covered in blood, his left eye gouged out, his dark, even now imposing chin bruised. His hands were shackled behind his back with rusty chains, but the wild, deadly look in his dark eyes, defying all authority, was still as fresh as ever. Immediately behind him, a young Elena, her venom newly honed like a snake, placed her hand on his bloody shoulder, gazing at the camera with an arrogant, triumphant smile.Below the photograph, in the cyber report, was a file name in Italian: "Il Bastardo di Napoli" (The Bastard of Naples).My fingers froze on the keyboard. I slowly lifted my head from the screen and looked at my husband, standing like a stone statue behind me, under the dim red alarm lights. For the first time, the raw, terrifying past hidden behind those luxurious suits, those enormous yachts in the Mediterranean, that possessive and arrogant mafia leader aura, was laid bare before me."

38) Sweet Receptions

The bright, scorching morning sun of the Mediterranean completely warmed the deck, while a gentle breeze blew my hair across my face. I lay stretched out on a luxurious deck chair, wearing only Matteo's now familiar black linen shirt, and I was popping cold strawberries one by one from the silver bowl on the nightstand.Right opposite me... was Matteo.He wore only grey sweatpants; his bare, tanned torso gleamed like a bronze statue in the sunlight.He was practicing shooting at mechanical targets launched into the sea with his heavy, black, silenced gun. With each pull of the trigger, the muscles in his broad shoulders and back tensed with an incredible rhythm, hitting the target perfectly with every shot. As I slowly bit into a strawberry, letting the sweet, red juice spread across my tongue, I couldn't take my eyes off his flawless, macho physique. He knew just how godlike and dangerous he looked when he was focused.After detonating the final target in mid-air, Matteo released the

39 ) Touchable

After that drenched, wild surrender on deck, I hadn't even touched the enormous, gold-leafed boxes Matteo's men had left at my cabin door. To soothe the raw, agonizing throbbing feeling inside me, I'd thrown myself straight into the bathroom. I'd filled the marble bathtub with hot, bubbly water, leaving the mafia war and the roar of the Mediterranean behind, and immersed myself in the warmth.As the luxurious bathroom mirrors were completely covered in thick condensation, I rested my head against the cold marble edge of the tub. The moment I closed my eyes, even in the darkest, most focused cyber-rooms of my mind, only one silhouette appeared: Matteo.The weight of his dark, muscular body on me, the raw warmth of those calloused, enormous fingers that had gripped my hair on deck just moments ago, still throbbed on my scalp. I still lingered on the corners of my lips, his masculine, intense taste. My chest was rising and falling so rapidly that I realized I was trembling even under the

40 ) Red Lips and Velvet Scars

I held my breath as I looked at my reflection in the dim light of the mirror. Matteo's black silk dress literally clung to my body like a snake. The fabric was so fine and delicate that it seemed to reveal every curve of my skin, every breath I took.The dress, completely closed at the front, lifted my breasts with a noble posture, but its real impact lay at the back; the back was completely open, down to my dimples and the curve of my hips. I had gathered my hair in waves to one side of my shoulder, and applied a dark red lipstick that seemed to scorch my pale skin.As I applied mascara to my lashes one last time, the bathroom door slowly opened. Immediately behind my reflection in the mirror, my husband appeared, looking as handsome as an angel of death in his enormous, jet-black Italian-cut suit.He had left the first two buttons of his white shirt undone, the tattoos on his tanned neck protruding from the edge of the fabric. When he fixed his gaze on me in the mirror, I saw those

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