8. Matteo
8
Matteo
I groan as my cock pulses like velvet steel in my hand. The release draws a snarl from my lips as ropes of hot cum spray against the tiled wall of the shower before dripping heavily to the floor. I lean an arm against the tile and rest my forehead on it. My chest heaves as I watch the last of my fantasy swirl down the drain.
It’s the fourth time I’ve done this since that kiss with Elena.
That was eleven fucking hours ago.
Since then, since that first taste of her swollen, full, soft lips, I’ve pictured her in a dozen different fantasies.
Stretched out on my desk, holding her knees up against her magnificent tits as I drive my cock into her.
Bent over, whining for more as I pump gallons of hot cum up her ass.
On her knees in my shower, swallowing every drop from my swollen cock head like a good girl .
I knew bringing her further into my world would be problematic. I knew it would throw me, given the confusing swirl of emotions I have for her.
But I'm not sure I adequately prepared myself for the hurricane of destruction she's already bringing into my head and thoughts.
I towel off after the shower before heading into my walk-in closet to dress for the meeting with my men.
My jaw tightens as I stare at the surveillance photos spread across my desk, each one another component of the trap I'm setting.
Girls with hollow eyes. Shipping manifests with coded destinations. Bank transactions laundered through a dozen accounts.
And at the center of it all—Massimo Caruso.
"You're sure about this intel?" I ask Valentino, who stands beside me despite the bandages visible beneath his shirt. The bastard took a bullet for us days ago, yet here he is.
"Positive, boss." He taps one photo. “Massimo will be there personally to oversee the arrival.”
I nod, cold satisfaction settling in my chest.
Elena was right. The trafficking operation isn't just business for Massimo—it's personal.
His signature. His pride.
His weakness .
And he'll be there in person, unable to resist.
"Leak this to the Verratti family," I say, sliding several documents across the desk to Valentino. "Make sure it reaches Ronaldo directly."
Nico's eyebrows lift. "The Verrattis have been looking to expand into that territory for years."
"Exactly. They'll move immediately, and Massimo will defend his operation personally." I check my watch. "We'll be waiting."
"The men are ready," Julian says from the doorway. "We move tonight."
I straighten, mentally calculating contingencies, escape routes, potential collateral.
"I'm coming with you."
The voice from behind Julian stops my thoughts. Elena stands in the hallway, posture straight, and her chin lifted in that stubborn angle I recognize.
"No," I say flatly.
She steps into the room. "I wasn't asking permission."
Nico, Julian, and Valentino exchange glances, then silently retreat, closing the door.
Cowards.
"This isn't a debate, Elena. "
"You need someone with a knowledge of financial movements while setting a trap for Massimo." She cuts me off, placing her palms on my desk. "You need someone who understands forensic accounting, who can follow the money trail in real-time."
Her eyes burn with determination that both infuriates and captivates me. The same look she had when she plunged a knife into an assassin's throat.
"It's too dangerous."
"More dangerous than being left behind when a mole in your organization could compromise your safe houses? More dangerous than sitting here while you walk into what could be a trap?"
That lands like a punch. She's not wrong. I still haven’t found out who leaked our location at the hospital.
"Besides," she continues, softer, "I need to do this. For Mark. For Fiona. For myself."
I search her face for fear or hesitation. There is none. Just resolve and a hunger for justice that mirrors my own.
"If I agree, you follow every order without question. You stay by my side. And at the first sign of trouble, you get out. No heroics."
A ghost of a smile touches her lips. "I think I've used up my hero quota for the month."
"This isn't a joke."
"Do I look like I'm laughing?" She straightens. "I know what's at stake. I've lost almost everything to these people."
"Fine," I relent. "But you'll wear a vest, and you'll be armed."
She nods, victory flashing in her eyes.
As she turns to leave, I add, "Elena." She pauses. "If anything happens to you out there..."
Something softens in her expression. "It won't."
"Thermal imaging shows fourteen heat signatures inside the warehouse," Nico reports, pointing to real-time feeds. "Four more patrolling the perimeter."
"Any sign of Massimo?" I ask, scanning the images while watching the dockyard.
"Not yet. But the shipment arrived twenty minutes ago. If your intel is correct, he'll show soon."
I glance at Elena, focused on her laptop. "Anything on the money trail?"
"They've been scrambling since we froze their accounts," she says. "There's activity through shell companies in Dubai and Macau. They're consolidating emergency funds."
"Which means they're desperate. Good."
"Vehicle approaching, northeast entrance," Julian's voice crackles. "Black Escalade, tinted windows."
Elena and I tense, watching as four heat signatures exit the vehicle, one notably larger .
"That's him," Elena whispers, recognition and hatred in her voice. "Massimo."
"All units, stand by," I order. "Wait for my signal."
The plan is simple: let the Verrattis create chaos, then isolate Massimo from his guards.
But the explosion that rips through our position comes without warning. Alarms blare, comms erupting with shouts.
"It's an ambush!" Nico yells. "They knew we were coming!"
The realization hits like a hammer. The mole has struck again.
"Move!" I grab Elena's arm. "Secondary position now!"
Outside, the night has transformed into a war zone. I push Elena ahead, keeping between her and the gunfire.
The second explosion hits closer. The concussive wave slams me into a container. The world goes silent, replaced by ringing.
"Elena!" I call out, my voice muffled to my ears .
Through the haze, I see Nico bleeding from his forehead. Valentino is also down, but moving. Two men not moving at all.
But Elena is gone.
"Valentino! Where is she?"
He points toward a gap between containers, where scuff marks show signs of struggle.
"Get to extraction," I order. "Get the men out."
"Matteo-"
"That's an order!" I snarl, not looking back. There's no time for debate. No time for anything but finding her.
I follow the trail through the maze, every sense heightened. A woman's shout sends me sprinting, and I round the corner to see two men dragging Elena toward a van.
Icy rage focuses on every thought. My first shot drops one man instantly. The second turns, reaching for his weapon, before my bullet takes him in the throat.
The third uses the vehicle for cover, returning fire. Elena drives her elbow into her captor's ribs.
"Stay down!" I shout, breaking cover.
I close the distance, knocking the third man's gun aside and driving my fist into his solar plexus. His face meets my knee with a crunch.
"Who's the mole?" I demand.
He laughs through bloodied teeth. "You're already dead, Bellanti."
Bang!
A shot rings out. He slumps with a hole in his forehead. Elena stands with my backup pistol extended.
"He was reaching," she says simply.
I scan her for injuries. "Are you hurt? "
She shakes her head, but I see the bruise forming and her torn sleeve.
My jaw tightens. This is all my fault.
Tires squeal. A black Escalade speeds away, escorted by motorcycles weaving through containers.
Massimo is escaping. Again.
"Dammit!" I slam my fist against a container. "He's getting away!"
Elena grabs my arm. "We can still track him. The financial trail—"
"Will go cold immediately. Someone warned him, Elena. One of my people."
"Then we'll find the mole and use them to get to Massimo."
On the drive home, the night's failure weighs on me. Massimo escaped. We lost men. They nearly captured Elena.
"This wasn't your fault," Elena says quietly beside me in the car.
"The hell it wasn't," I growl. "I insisted on moving tonight. I let you come. I can't find the mole in my organization."
"Matteo—"
"Don't." My voice comes out sharper than intended. "Just... don't."
The rest of the ride passes in tense silence. By the time we reach the estate, my anger has crystallized into something cold and deadly.
Nico takes charge of the wounded men, conferring with our doctor in hushed tones. I storm past them all, heading for the study .
I need space. I need to think. I need to plan exactly how I'm going to dismantle Massimo Caruso piece by bloody piece.
I don't realize Elena has followed me until the door clicks shut behind her.
"You should get checked out by the doctor," I say without turning, pouring myself a generous measure of whiskey from the decanter on the desk.
"I'm fine." She moves into my line of sight, refusing to be dismissed. "You're not. ”
I laugh, a harsh sound with no humor in it. "What gave it away?"
"Matteo." She steps closer, undeterred by my tone. "Look at me."
I do, against my better judgment.
Even in the aftermath of violence, with dust in her hair and a bruise darkening on her cheek, she's beautiful in a way that cuts through all my defenses.
The sight of her—alive, unbroken, standing tall despite everything—makes my chest ache with emotions I've spent a lifetime avoiding.
"You really don't want to be around me right now, Elena," I warn her, voice low. "I'm not fit company for anyone, least of all you."
"You don't know that." She takes the glass from my hand, sets it down on the desk. "You don't know what I want or what I need. "
Something in her voice makes my pulse quicken. "And what is it you need?"
Her eyes hold mine, unflinching. "The same thing you do." She steps closer, erasing the careful distance I've maintained since that kiss at the hospital. "A way to feel something besides fear and rage. A reminder that we're still alive."
I shake my head, even as every fiber of my being aches to pull her into my arms. "Elena, you said you needed time. After everything that happened tonight—"
"Time?" She laughs softly. "If there's one thing I've learned from being involved with the mafia, it's that time waits for no one." Her hand comes up to rest against my chest, directly over my thundering heart. "Tonight, I almost died. You almost died. We both nearly lost everything."
"That's exactly why we shouldn't—"
"It's exactly why we should." Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt. "I'm tired of waiting for the right moment, Matteo. I'm tired of pretending I don't feel what I feel."
The last of my restraint crumbles as she rises on her toes, bringing her face closer to mine. "And what is it that you feel?" I ask, voice rough with wanting.
"Try me," she whispers against my lips, "and find out."
It's all the invitation I need. My hands find her waist, pulling her against me as my mouth claims hers .
This kiss is nothing like our first—it's deeper, hungrier, fueled by adrenaline and the desperate relief of survival.
She responds immediately, arms twining around my neck, body pressing closer, as if trying to eliminate any space between us.
I walk her backward until she meets the wall, pinning her there with my body as our kisses grow more urgent. My hands trace her curves, as if reassuring me she's fine, that she's here, that this is real.
"I thought I lost you tonight," I murmur against her skin as my lips trail down her neck. "When I couldn't find you after the explosion—"
"But you found me," she breathes, fingers tangling in my hair. "You always find me."
Her words unleash something primal in me, a possessive hunger that's been building since the moment I first saw her.
I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the desk, sweeping papers and books aside with one arm.
As I lay her down, a moment of clarity breaks through the haze of desire. I pause, searching her face for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask, needing to hear it, needing to know this isn't just shock or adrenaline talking.
Her answer is to pull me down to her, reclaiming my mouth with a ferocity that matches my own. "I've never been more sure of anything," she whispers against my lips. "I need this. I need you."
The last threads of my control snap at her words .
I release her and make my way to the chair behind the desk.
Taking a seat, I pat my lap and gesture her forward. “Come here.”
Elena's eyes widen and for a moment I think she’s going to back out, but she moves forward and plops her ass on my thighs.
I grip her thighs with my hands, my fingers brushing through the hem of her skirt. “Lift your fucking skirt.”
She shivers, her face heating as her mouth falls open, almost like she’s shocked. But then she’s biting that damn bottom lip again as her hand drops to the hem of her skirt.
She lifts it as my gaze slides down to where her soaked panties cling to every little detail of her wet, swollen pussy.
Elena reaches down, and before I can stop her, she’s peeled her shirt off and tossed it away, her smallish, braless tits beneath it high and perky. My jaw grinds as I watch her rosy-pink nipples pucker under my fierce gaze.
“Good girl.”
She whimpers.
“Now show me just how messy your greedy little pussy is for me.”
Elena is shuddering and panting heavily. Her face flushes as if sunburned, and her nipples harden as her fingers slip beneath the gusset of her panties.
She pulls it to the side, and my gaze lands on her sweet, pink, puffy little pussy.
“Take them off.”
She’s trembling as she reaches back and pulls down the skirt zipper.
I slip a hand into my pocket, and her eyes blaze when I pull out a switchblade and flick it open.
She gasps as I slip the blade into the waistband of her panties, her skin prickling against the cold steel before I deftly cut one side and then the other, slicing them off and then tossing them away.
I grind my teeth as my eyes sweep over her nakedness. She blushes, but she doesn’t cower, or flinch, or try to hide herself. Instead, she melts against me, pushing my shirt from my shoulders and dipping her mouth to mine.
Before she can kiss me, I grab her hair in a fist, snarling and yanking her head back. My mouth drops to her soft neck, and she shudders and whimpers when my teeth rake over her earlobe and nip at the tender skin of her throat.
“I don’t fuck gentle, Elena,” I rasp darkly.
“I don’t want you to,” she whimpers, shuddering as I open my pants and pull out my swollen, rock-hard cock.
She lifts from my lap just enough for me to shove my pants and boxers down and then settle the fat head of my dick against her slick little cunt.
Elena’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open as I grab her hip and center my cock with the other hand.
“So big…” she blurts quietly, almost to herself as she stares down at me .
“Make it fit. Take all of it.”
She whimpers, shuddering on top of me. Slowly, I can feel her sinking down and easing her weight onto me. I groan as her pink lips open for me, kissing my swollen head and letting me in. She pushes down again; her face scrunching up and her breathing growing ragged.
Her arms wrap around my neck, like she’s hanging on for dear life, as she sinks down another inch.
“Oh fuuuuck…”
“Make it fit, Elena,” I growl. “Let me feel that wet little pussy open up for me. If you think you want—”
“I want it.” She drops. Instantly, half of my cock sinks into her, and a strangled cry of pleasure explodes from her mouth.
“Oh, my fucking GOD…” she blurts, shuddering and moaning.
My hands grip her hips and her ass.
My mouth claims hers, swallowing her whimpers and moans as I slowly guide her down further and further, feeling every single inch sink into her impossibly tight, slick heat as she opens up for me.
Until finally, I feel her ass against my balls.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I growl into her ear.
She’s shaking and groaning, her body writhing and her hips grinding on my lap with every inch of me buried in her to the fucking hilt. Her face tenses up, her brows caving as she chokes .
I flinch, frowning for a second. “Fuck, are you ok—”
“Oh GOD!” she spasms, her nails digging into my back and her mouth slamming into mine as she cries out. Her pussy clamps down around me, strangling my cock as she sobs into my lips.
She’s coming.
I haven’t even started fucking her yet, and she’s coming all over my cock.
When I realize that, I swell even bigger and harder inside of her. I groan, gritting my teeth and grabbing her ass.
I slide her up, feeling the way her greedy little pussy clings to me like it never wants to let me go. And then, slowly, I pull her right back down, impaling her on my swollen dick as she moans wildly.
“Matteo…”
“Such a gorgeously. Fucking. Tight. Pussy,” I groan, punctuating each word with a thrust of my hips as I drove into her.
She’s so small compared to me, and yet she’s so womanly it drives me insane.
The way her hips flare and her tight ass cheeks fill my hands. The way her back arches and her nipples drag electrically over my chest muscles. The way her long dark hair spills over her shoulders and into her eyes, begging me to wrap it in my fist.
Which is exactly what I do .
I tangle my fingers in her hair, gripping her ass with my other hand and lifting her up and down.
The sounds coming from Elena’s lips are nothing short of demonic, her high-pitched whines of pleasure echoing through the office as she bounces on my cock.
“Such a good girl,” I rasp into her ear, losing myself as her pussy swallows my cock over and over. “Taking every inch… making it fit in that tight little pussy.”
“Am I doing a good job…?” she whimpers, her lips brushing my ear. “Daddy?”
Holy fucking hell.
In one motion, I’m on my feet, her legs wrapped around my hips as I crush my mouth to hers. She squeals, breathless, clinging to me. I kick off my pants and carry her to the desk.
And then—I start to truly fuck her.
I know it’s been a while for her. I know I should be as gentle as I can. But that’s fucking impossible when she’s writhing against me like this and milking my cock with her tight little cunt so eagerly.
Not when she’s urging me, and egging me on, and moaning even louder the harder I fuck her, until I’m nailing her to the fucking desk as her fingernails rake down my back and her moans fill my ears.
“It this what you wanted, baby girl?” I hiss, bruising my lips to hers. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Fuck yes!” she shrieks, her body wrenching and shuddering as she cries out with another orgasm.
I keep pounding into her, pushing both of us further and further back on the desk until we’re right across the desk. I reach down, gripping her hands upward in an iron grip as I roll my hips and plunge my cock into her sweet heaven over and over again.
Elena is right there with me, raising her hips to meet every thrust. Digging her nails into my back with her ankles locked behind me. Arching her spine and urging me on as I kiss her fiercely.
I drop one hand to her jaw, gripping it tightly as she twists her head and moans as she sucks my thumb into her mouth. She rolls her tongue over it, her eyes wild and fierce as they lock with mine.
“Come for me, Elena,” I growl, demanding it as a savageness I never reveal comes roaring to the surface. “Be a good fucking girl and come on that fat cock.”
Elena's eyes filled with lust as they roll back. Her face heats as her mouth falls open and a wrenching sob bubbles from her chest.
“Your pussy is all mine, baby girl,” I snarl savagely, "Now, and fucking always. There won’t be any other man. Do you fucking understand me? ”
“Yes, Daddy!” she chokes as she moans.
“No one else will ever fucking touch you. No one else will ever taste this pretty pussy. No one else will ever feel you fucking come all over their cock. Never. ”
I sound possessed. I feel insane, like I’m actually losing myself and all control as I drive into her.
“Now come on this big fucking cock like a good girl.”
It’s like pulling a trigger. Elena erupts as she comes, like I’m watching a hurricane make landfall behind her eyes. She arches her back, screaming in pleasure, before I slam my lips to hers and swallow her release. I roll my hips and bury every inch of me deep in her clenching, milking, rippling pussy until there’s no holding back.
I come like a gunshot, my whole body jerking and clenching as my cum fucking explodes out of me. Rope after rope spills deep into her sweet pussy as our tongues duel and my arms wrap around her.
Now, I’m never letting her go.