[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 14: A Kiss Denied Sex Approved

Are you really that desperate to get me out of your life?

While Matteo disappeared into the city with his convoy, Adrian returned home. The moment he stepped inside, exhaustion settled over him.

He went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Hot water poured down over his shoulders as he stood beneath the spray, eyes closed, trying to steady the chaos in his mind.

He told himself this was nothing more than a transaction.

After tonight, Matteo would get what he wanted.

And he would finally get his life back.

That was the deal.

He didn’t belong in Matteo’s world, a world of shadows, power, and blood. Matteo was not the kind of man people like him should ever cross paths with.

Adrian stepped out of the shower and dried himself quickly.

His hands trembled slightly as he pulled on clean clothes and gathered his things, forcing himself to prepare for what was coming.

All he could do now was hold onto one fragile hope.

That by tomorrow, everything would be over.

And his quiet, ordinary life would finally return.

At the harbor docks, inside a private office overlooking the water, the air carried the faint smell of salt and engine oil drifting in from the port below. Through the tall windows, cargo cranes moved slowly against the gray horizon while ships rested in their berths.

Matteo stood at a scarred wooden table with several of his men positioned around him. Across from him sat Luca.

Between them rested an open suitcase, packed neatly with stacks of hard currency. Beside it lay several documents and blueprints outlining a new shipping route.

"The routes are secured through the northern port," Luca said as he slid a folder across the table toward Matteo. "My men will handle the customs bypass. Your side takes delivery at the border."

He tapped the blueprint lightly.

"Same split as before."

Matteo glanced down at the papers, but the numbers barely registered. His eyes moved across the page without truly seeing it.

His mind was somewhere else entirely.

Back to the moment Adrian finally gave in, not because he wanted to, but because he had run out of ways to escape.

The memory tightened something in Matteo’s chest.

"Matteo?" Luca prompted, his voice echoing in the hollow space. "The percentage. Are we good?"

Matteo blinked, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the table. "Yeah. It’s fine. Do it."

Luca narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, studying Matteo for a moment. With a small gesture of his hand, he signaled his bodyguards to step back, sensing the heavy tension hanging in the air around the Don.

The rest of the logistical discussion moved quickly after that. They finished the details in record time, but Matteo’s responses were unusually brief. He was a man who normally caught every misplaced decimal and every flaw in a plan.

Today, he barely looked at the papers.

It was as if he were somewhere else entirely.

When the meeting finally wrapped up and Luca’s men began packing the cases, Luca remained where he was.

He pulled out a cigarette, lit it slowly, and watched Matteo through the thin curl of smoke.

"What’s wrong with you?" Luca asked at last. "You’ve been staring at that map for ten minutes, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen a single street name."

Matteo leaned back, his face a mask of iron, though his eyes betrayed him. "Nothing. Just business."

"Don’t give me that," Luca said with a dry laugh. "I’ve known you since we were running our first deals together. You’re distracted. Your head isn’t in the game, and in our line of work, that gets people buried. Is it the Feds? Or is it a woman?"

Matteo stood up, adjusting his cuffs with a sharp, final movement. He looked at Luca, his expression unreadable.

"When the time is right, I’ll tell you," Matteo said, his voice dropping into a low warning. "For now, let it be. Just get the shipment moved."

Luca shrugged, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Suit yourself."

Matteo turned and walked out of the office without another word.

The rest of his day was a blur of high-stakes meetings and cold negotiations with other partners, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, his focus sharpened. By the time he reached Adrian’s studio, the city was draped in night.

Matteo picked Adrian up outside the studio. The drive back to the mansion was suffocatingly quiet. Adrian sat as far away from him as the seat allowed, staring out the window at the passing streetlights. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even glance in Matteo’s direction.

When the car finally pulled up at the estate, Adrian stepped out and followed Matteo inside. He moved through the halls like a ghost, silent and distant, until they reached the master bedroom.

"Is there anything you want to eat or drink?" Matteo asked, breaking the silence as he shed his jacket.

"Something to drink," Adrian replied, his voice thin.

Matteo picked up the landline and made a short call.

A few moments later, Selena arrived quietly, carrying a tray with a bottle and two glasses. She placed it carefully on the table before giving a small bow and leaving the room.

Adrian reached toward the tray, but before his fingers touched the glass, Matteo handed him a plush towel.

"Shower first," he said firmly.

Adrian obeyed without a word and disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the quiet room.

When he finally stepped back out, damp hair clinging to his forehead and a towel wrapped around his waist, Matteo rose and took his turn.

A few minutes later, both men were seated in the warm amber glow of the room, each with nothing but a towel tied low around their waists.

Adrian reached for the bottle and poured himself a drink. The glass trembled slightly in his hand as he lifted it.

"I have a few requests," he said quietly, staring into the amber liquid.

He paused before adding,

"Before anything happens."

Matteo leaned against the dresser, watching him. "Go ahead."

"I want my face covered while we... while it happens," Adrian began, his voice tightening with a hint of desperation. "And leave the lights on. I don’t want the dark. Afterward, I want to sleep at a distance. I don’t want our skin touching."

Matteo said nothing. He watched him, his gaze steady and intense.

Adrian hesitated before continuing, forcing himself to look up.

"We aren’t going to kiss," he added.

His voice faltered slightly before he forced out the last rule.

"And I’m not... I’m not going to suck you. Those are my rules."

Matteo straightened slowly, his expression hardening into a mask of cold offense.

"If you’re this unready, Adrian," he said evenly, "why are you even here?"

Adrian lifted his chin, forcing himself not to look away.

"I am ready," he insisted.

He paused, his voice tightening slightly before adding,

"I just have terms."

"Terms?" Matteo stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "If you want this done, you’ll cancel those last two. There is no way I’m doing this without a kiss, and I’m certainly not going without the rest. That’s not a deal; that’s a chore."

"I can’t do it," Adrian said quietly.

Matteo pointed a sharp finger toward the exit. "The door is open. You can leave right now."

"We should just do it," Adrian argued, his frustration boiling over. "It’s a transaction, Matteo! It doesn’t need romance!"

"Then just leave," Matteo snapped, his restraint finally breaking. "I’ll have my men drive you home safely. Don’t stand there and make it sound like I’m forcing you. I don’t need a martyr in my bed."

He set his glass down with a heavy thud before climbing onto the bed. Pulling the duvet over himself, Matteo turned his back to the room, clearly done with the conversation.

Adrian didn’t move. His thoughts spun in a frantic loop. It has to be done tonight. Tomorrow has to be a new start. I can’t keep living with this hanging over me.

After a long moment, he slowly climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Matteo’s rigid form.

He turned his head and looked up at Matteo, studying the hard line of his profile before speaking.

"We can do everything else," he said softly, his voice almost pleading. "Just... don’t kiss me. And leave the light on. What about that?"

Matteo turned his head, his dark eyes searching Adrian’s.

"Don’t say no," Adrian begged.

The silence stretched for a heartbeat before Matteo reached out. He slowly unwrapped the towel from his waist, then reached over and did the same for Adrian, casting the fabric aside.

"Fine," Matteo growled, his voice thick with suppressed hunger. Instead of reaching for Adrian’s lips, he lunged forward, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of Adrian’s neck. He bit down gently, marking him, his hands roaming over Adrian’s body with a possessive heat that made Adrian gasp.

His touch, heavy and demanding, made Adrian feel the world tilt slightly beneath him.

Matteo’s lips trailed slowly down his body, leaving a warm path across his skin. The slow exploration made Adrian’s breath hitch as Matteo’s mouth moved lower, past his stomach closer to his cock.

Adrian reacted instantly.

His hand shot out, gripping Matteo’s shoulder firmly, stopping him before he could swallow his cock.

"One more thing," Adrian panted, his eyes wide under the intensity.

Matteo stopped, his muscles coiled and straining. "What now?"

"Use... Use a condom," Adrian murmured.

Matteo looked up, his eyes dark with a focused, predatory heat.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and rough, the sound settling deep in Adrian’s bones.

"If this is going to be the only time," he said slowly, "then I’m going to take my time. I want to savor every part of you."

Before Adrian could even process the words, Matteo sank lower. He took Adrian’s cock into his mouth, drawing him deep into his throat with a practiced, devastating slow rhythm.

The sudden, overwhelming friction of Matteo’s tongue and the suction of his throat shattered every defense Adrian had built.

"Fuck..." Adrian gasped, his head thumping back...