[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 21: Adrian Said Fuck Me Harder

"After I leave this house tomorrow morning... don’t come looking for me again," he said quietly. "Stop following me. Just stop."

Matteo didn’t blink. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the table. "You want the truth, Adrian?"

Adrian nodded once. "Yes."

"I’m not going to stop," Matteo said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, honest vibration. "I won’t stop. Not now."

Adrian’s heart raced, but he didn’t back down. "Fine. I know exactly what I have to do then."

"And what exactly are you going to do?" Matteo asked.

Adrian didn’t answer.

He pushed his chair back abruptly, the legs scraping harshly against the floor.

"I want to sleep," he said. "But I need to shower first."

Matteo didn’t argue.

As Adrian stood up, he rose as well and moved to the bed. Without a word, he picked out a set of silk pajamas and laid them out, dark, expensive, and far too large for Adrian’s frame.

Adrian glanced at them, then picked them up and went into the bathroom.

He showered, changed into the oversized silk, and came back out. Without looking at Matteo, he climbed into the bed and lay down.

Matteo watched him for a moment before heading into the bathroom to shower as well.

Adrian closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep before Matteo returned.

But sleep didn’t come.

He heard the water stop, followed by the faint rustle of movement as Matteo stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed.

A moment later, the mattress dipped as Matteo climbed into the bed beside him.

Matteo reached for the duvet and lifted it.

That was when he noticed it.

Adrian had already created a barricade, a long, firm pillow placed strictly between them. He lay on his side, his back turned to Matteo, hugging the edge of the bed.

Matteo paused, staring at it for a moment before speaking.

"Do you really have to put a pillow between us?" Matteo asked, his voice more amused than annoyed.

Adrian didn’t turn. "I don’t want your body touching mine."

Matteo exhaled quietly. "I told you I wouldn’t do anything without your permission," Matteo said, his voice closer now. "Move the pillow, Adrian. I only want to hold you. Only a cuddle. Nothing more."

Adrian gripped the sheets. "No. Cuddle the pillow."

"No," Matteo countered, his persistence starting to wear Adrian down.

After several minutes of back-and-forth, Matteo refused to back down. Realizing he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep otherwise, Adrian finally groaned in frustration. "Fine. Just a cuddle. That’s all."

"Just a cuddle," Matteo promised.

He reached over and pushed the barricade pillow onto the floor. Slowly, he slid closer, his large frame radiating heat that Adrian couldn’t ignore. Matteo wrapped an arm around Adrian’s waist, pulling him back against his chest until there was no space left between them.

Matteo buried his face in the crook of Adrian’s neck, taking a deep, slow breath.

"You smell so good," he murmured, the vibration of his voice sending a traitorous shiver down Adrian’s spine.

Adrian remained silent, his heart racing wildly in his chest, like something trying to break free.

He felt Matteo shift behind him, slow, deliberate, before warm, lingering kisses began to trace along the sensitive line of his neck. Each brush of Matteo’s lips sent a quiet spark through him, Adrian felt the heat rising, a heavy ache settling low in his belly. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He couldn’t ignore the hard, thick pressure of Matteo’s length pressing firmly against his backside, branding him through the thin silk of the pajamas.

To his own frustration, Adrian felt his body betray him, reacting to the man’s proximity, scent, and raw power.

The kisses grew more frantic, more hungry, moving from his neck to the curve of his shoulder. The air in the room felt thick enough to burn. Adrian gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. "You... you promised not to touch me like this."

Matteo paused, his breath hot against Adrian’s skin. "If you don’t want it, I will stop," he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, honeyed desire. "Just tell me to stop, Adrian. Say the word, and I’ll pull away."

The words hung in the air, a challenge and a temptation. But Adrian couldn’t say it. His throat was dry, and his body was screaming for the very touch he claimed to hate. He remained silent, his breathing coming in shallow hitches, his lack of protest giving Matteo all the permission he needed.

Slowly, Matteo’s hand began to wander, his palm sliding over the silk covering Adrian’s stomach before slipping inside the waistband. His fingers found Adrian’s cock, stroking the length that was already weeping with need.

"You’re already so hard, Adrian," Matteo rasped, his thumb circling the crowning heat. "You want me just as much as I want you. Don’t lie to yourself."

"Stop dreaming," Adrian breathed, though it sounded more like a plea. "It’s just... a biological reaction. A man thing."

"A man thing?" Matteo chuckled darkly, pressing his own hardness even tighter against Adrian’s heat.

Matteo leaned in, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin of Adrian’s shoulder while his hand worked with a maddening, expert rhythm. "Look how ready you are for me. Look at this thick, beautiful cock."

Adrian’s breath faltered.

Matteo’s forehead brushed lightly against his shoulder, his voice dropping further, more vulnerable than before.

"I’m so into you, Adrian," he continued quietly. "Why do you keep running from me?"

His touch softened—not weaker, but more intentional.

"I wouldn’t hurt you," he said. I would never hurt you. Just stay with me."

Adrian didn’t answer, his head lolling back against Matteo’s chest. In one fluid, powerful motion, Matteo flipped Adrian onto his back and hovered over him. He stripped the silk from Adrian’s body and discarded his own clothes, leaving them both bare and glowing in the light.

Matteo reached for the nightstand, pulling out lube. He set a condom aside but didn’t open it. Instead, he focused entirely on Adrian.

He began to worship Adrian’s body with his hands and lips, avoiding his mouth but trailing fire everywhere else, his chest, his stomach, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He used his fingers to stretch and prep Adrian, his touch alternating between agonizingly slow and possessively firm.

Adrian’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips arching off the bed, his pride finally crumbling. "Matteo... please..."

Matteo paused, his eyes dark with a possessive fire. "Are you ready?"

Adrian nodded frantically, his eyes hazy with lust. "Yes."

Matteo applied the slick lube to his thick cock and to Adrian’s entrance. He looked down at him, his expression intense. "I’m not using the condom, Adrian. I’m taking you raw."

Adrian blinked, trying to clear his head. "Medical? Are you...?"

"I’m clean," Matteo said, his voice dropping an octave. "I’ve never done this, going raw, with anyone before. You’re the first I’ve ever wanted this way. What about you?"

"I’m clean," Adrian whispered, a small, shaky laugh escaping him. "Except for... the blindness."

Matteo chuckled, the sound rich and deep. "That’s not my problem. I can see enough for both of us. I’m going in now."

Adrian nodded, bracing himself. Matteo positioned himself at Adrian’s wet, slick entrance. He leaned closer, his hand coming up to gently rub Adrian’s head, his thumb stroking his forehead to soothe him. "Breathe for me, Adrian."

As Matteo began to push inside, Adrian winced, his muscles tightening. "I... I still have pain from last..."

"I know," Matteo murmured, kissing his forehead. "Both will heal together. Allow me to take care of you."

"Don’t treat me like a woman," Adrian hissed through his teeth.

Matteo moved lower, nipping at his neck before looking him in the eye. "I’m not treating you like a woman. I’m treating you as mine."

With one final, steady thrust, Matteo seated himself deep within Adrian. Adrian gasped, his eyes wide as he felt the sheer fullness of him. Matteo stayed still for a long moment, letting Adrian’s tight hole stretch and accommodate the thick, pulsing heat of his cock.

He watched Adrian’s face, seeing the initial wince fade into a look of heavy-lidded pleasure he began to move, slow, deep, and devastatingly rhythmic.

Adrian’s hands reached out, his fingers digging into the hard muscles of Matteo’s back as the friction began to burn. Matteo let out a low, guttural moan as he drove in again. "Fuck, Adrian... you’re so tight," he ground out, his eyes fluttering shut in pure ecstasy.

"I haven’t had sex in three years," Adrian murmured, his voice trembling with the admission.

Matteo snapped his eyes open, staring down at him in surprise. "So you’re saying... I’m the one who broke your—"

Adrian didn’t let him finish; he simply nodded, his face flushing. Matteo’s expression softened into a rare, genuine smile before he leaned down to press a tender kiss against Adrian’s forehead.

"I won’t sound crazy if I say I like it hard, right?" Adrian asked, his voice gaining a sudden, desperate edge.

Matteo chuckled, pausing his movements for a second to stroke Adrian’s hair. "No," he murmured. "You won’t."

Adrian finally met Matteo’s dark gaze, his eyes burning with a raw, unfiltered need. "Then fuck me hard. I don’t know what I’m doing... I don’t know if any of this is right, but I just want to be myself. So please, Matteo... fuck me harder. Don’t treat me like I’m weak. I can take it."

Matteo’s smile widened, dark and possessive. "Adrian," he called.

"Yes?" Adrian answered, his breath hitching.

"You’re making me crazy... absolutely crazy."

"Then shut up," Adrian snapped, his hips arching instinctively. "And just fuck me."

With those words, the gentleness vanished. Matteo rose up, grabbing Adrian’s legs and hooking them over his shoulders, exposing him completely. He began to slam into him with a new, violent intensity, each thrust...