[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 6: The Devil Stripped Bare

Standing there, framed by the quiet luxury of the room he’d barely noticed moments ago, was Matteo Marcone.

The door’s electronic lock clicked as it shut. In the quiet room, the sound felt louder than it should have. Matteo didn’t move. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on Adrian.

Adrian’s heart started pounding. He took a step back, putting some distance between them. "You..." he said quietly.

"I saved your life twice," Matteo said calmly. "I pulled you out of danger in that club. I gave you a bed in my house afterward. I expected a call. At the very least, some gratitude. Instead, you disappeared. I even sent my men to remind you, and you still ignored it."

Adrian’s eyes flashed with anger. "So this is why you booked a private session under a fake name? To trick me into a room and lock the door?"

Matteo took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Adrian. "Are you scared to see me, Adrian?"

"I’m not scared," Adrian said, though his hands trembled behind his back. "I just don’t like being locked in a room. If this is about the portrait, then let’s start. Otherwise, let me leave."

"Then work," Matteo said.

He walked over to the chaise lounge in the middle of the room and sat down, his eyes staying on Adrian as if he were studying him.

Adrian swallowed and tried to focus on his work. He pulled his sketchbook and charcoal from his bag, his movements a little stiff.

"Fine," he said. "Let’s talk about the composition. What kind of portrait do you want? There are different options, headshot, half-body, or full-length. Clothed or..."

He paused for a moment before finishing the sentence.

"Nude."

"Nude," Matteo said without hesitation. It sounded more like an order than a request. "That is the only way I want you to see me." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Adrian felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck. "Fine. Position? Sitting, standing, or lying down?"

"Lying down," Matteo replied, his eyes never leaving Adrian’s face.

They finished discussing the details in a short, tense conversation. Adrian called for Kate to bring the heavy canvases and supplies, but Matteo’s guards stopped her at the entrance. They took the supplies from her and did not allow her inside.

When the door was closed and locked again, the room fell quiet.

"Strip," Adrian said, his voice steadier than he felt. "I need to see your shape before I start the sketch."

Matteo didn’t move. He glanced down at his silk shirt, then looked back at Adrian.

"Come here," he said. "Take it off for me."

Adrian frowned. "I’m an artist, Mr. Marcone. I don’t help my clients undress."

"You don’t owe those clients," Matteo said, his voice lowering. "But you owe me. Come here, Adrian. Take off my clothes."

Anger and frustration rose in Adrian’s chest. He walked toward Matteo, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

He reached for the buttons of Matteo’s shirt, his fingers brushing briefly against the warm skin of his chest.

"Slowly," Matteo whispered into Adrian’s ear, his breath hot against his skin. "Gently. Breathe, Adrian. I can hear your heart from here."

Adrian looked at him with a cold glare, but Matteo only smirked. "You look much better when you’re angry. It makes you look more handsome."

Adrian ripped the shirt open and tossed it aside. Then he looked at Matteo. "The pants," he said shortly. "Take them off."

"No," Matteo murmured. "You do it."

Adrian hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered himself to his knees. His hands were not steady as he reached for the zipper of Matteo’s trousers and pulled it down, guiding the fabric past Matteo’s thighs.

He remained there on the floor, suddenly aware of the position he was in. From where he knelt, he had to look up at the man everyone in the city feared.

Matteo reached out and lifted Adrian’s chin with two fingers, forcing him to raise his head.

"Do you want to know what it feels like?" Matteo asked quietly, his eyes fixed on Adrian.

"To have my cock in your mouth?"

Adrian began to sweat despite the cold air from the AC. "You’re insane," he said.

"Don’t look at my face," Matteo commanded. "Look at what you’re working with."

With a quick motion, Matteo pushed his boxers down. Adrian’s breath caught in his throat. The size made him freeze for a moment.

Then he quickly stepped back, standing up so fast he nearly knocked over his easel.

"I’m here to work, Mr. Marcone! Show some professional respect!" Adrian shouted, his chest heaving as he tried to forget what he had just seen.

"Have you ever imagined it, Adrian?" Matteo asked, completely unbothered by his nakedness. "Having a man like me inside you?"

"Are you out of your mind? I’m a man!" Adrian snapped.

In that moment, he thought about what Frank and Charles had said. You’re not a king, he told himself. You’re a psychopath who needs a doctor.

Matteo laughed softly. "Go on, Adrian. Take off your clothes. Let’s see what you’re hiding. I bet it’s not even half the size of mine. In fact, I’m probably the biggest you’ve ever seen."

"I don’t check my clients’ sizes while I’m working with them, and I’m not going naked," Adrian hissed, closing his eyes for a brief moment to steady himself. "Please. Just get in position. Time is money, even for you."

Matteo finally settled into the pose they had discussed, his body stretched across the velvet lounge with relaxed confidence.

Adrian picked up his charcoal, his hands finally steady as he began to sketch.

Adrian worked in silence for hours, his charcoal moving steadily across the canvas. As an artist, he tried to focus only on the work, the light and shadow across Matteo’s body, the lines of his muscles, and the shape of his waist. But Matteo made it difficult.

At one point, the cloth Matteo had been using to cover himself shifted. He moved his hand slightly, letting his cock fall free and settle against his thigh.

Adrian quickly looked away, his face burning. He turned his back to Matteo. The brief glimpse was enough to leave him flustered and distracted.

"Turning your back on me?" Matteo teased, his voice filled with quiet amusement. "Are you asking me to take you from behind, Adrian?"

He watched him for a moment.

"I can see the tension in your shoulders from here. It’s quite a turn-on."

Adrian ignored him, his heart beating fast in his chest. In his mind, he whispered a quick prayer to a God he had not spoken to in years: If I survive this man, I will make sure our paths never cross again.

After several exhausting hours, the session finally came to an end. The portrait was complete. Adrian wasted no time. He quickly packed his charcoal and brushes back into his bag, his hands unsteady.

Matteo stood up and began to dress slowly, watching Adrian’s hurried movements with quiet amusement.

Adrian called Kate upstairs. This time, the guards allowed her inside. She stepped into the penthouse, her eyes widening. But when she saw Matteo, she stopped in her tracks.

She had seen his face in the newspapers and heard people talk about the Marcone family. Still, standing in the same room with him was something else entirely.

So he’s the one who booked us, she thought, her breath hitching.

"Kate! Focus," Adrian snapped, pulling her back to reality. "We’re leaving. Now."

As they finished packing, a man Adrian didn’t recognize stepped into the room. He was another high-ranking guard, carrying a folder, but he stepped aside to let Adrian and Kate pass. Adrian didn’t offer a goodbye; he didn’t even look back. He practically hauled Kate out of the suite and toward the elevator.

The man who had just entered watched them leave before turning to Matteo. He had come to deliver a report, but the tension in the room was hard to miss.

Matteo stood by the window, his gaze still on the door Adrian had just walked through. After hours of restraint, his patience was running out.

The man looked at Matteo carefully. He could see that Matteo’s patience was wearing thin after the long session.

"Boss, should we arrange someone for you?" he asked.

Matteo shook his head. He lifted his hand and pointed toward the door Adrian had just walked through.

"It’s him," Matteo said quietly. "For reasons I can’t explain, I want him."

The man in front of him raised an eyebrow. "Should we bring him here?"

Matteo gave a faint smile. "Of course not," he said. "We’re just waiting for the right time."

Matteo gave a faint smile. "I will have him," he said calmly. "I’m just waiting for the right time. For now, let him be."

Once they were safely inside their car and pulling away from the skyscraper, Kate finally exploded.

"Oh my God, Adrian! He is... he is terrifyingly hot!" she gasped, clutching her chest. "I thought I was going to faint just being in the same air as him. How did you stay so calm?"

Adrian didn’t answer. He leaned his head against the cool window, feeling as if he had finally gotten away. He was about to tell Kate never to mention that man’s name again when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He pulled it out and frowned at the unknown number.

[Unknown]: Hi. This is Matteo. Your sweetest nightmare.