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His words should terrify me, but instead, they ignite something deep within me. For the first time, I see the man beneath the ruthless exterior—a man willing to sacrifice everything to make things right.

“Why would you do that for me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze softens, and he cups my face with both hands, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. “Because I need you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. Before I can respond, he leansdown and captures my lips in a kiss that’s both desperate and tender. It’s a kiss that says everything he can’t put into words, a kiss that leaves me breathless and aching for more.

I don’t know when we move, but suddenly, I’m pressed against the desk, his body warm and solid against mine. His hands slide to my waist, lifting me onto the edge of the desk as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Matteo,” I murmur, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his dark eyes filled with an intensity that makes my heart race. “Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice low and rough. “If this isn’t what you want, tell me now.”

I don’t say anything. Instead, I pull him back to me, capturing his lips in a kiss that leaves no room for doubt. Our connection has always been volatile, a storm of passion and anger, but this is different. There’s something deeper, something raw and unspoken that binds us together in this moment.

Something just comes over me and I pull his shirt off so I can feel his skin under my hands. My lips brushing his ever so gentle as we deepen the connection. Without hesitation I rip the buttons on his pants and push them down. My heart starting to race as I see his hard cock only inches away from my hands.

The need to feel it against my skin and inside me grows every second. Quickly he throws my dress off and grabs my breasts with his strong hands. Groping them and growling with need and desire. He lays me on my back and pulls my legs apart in one swift motion. Before I can say a word, he is sliding his cock inside my wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck Matteo.”

“Want me to stop?”

“NO, please don’t. Don’t stop!!!!”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. The length of his cock pushing all the way in makes my spineshiver, even more with the thought of fucking hard. I never thought we would be in his office fucking but the idea makes it more thrilling.

With every thrust my moans get louder and fill his ears with the sweet sound escaping my lips. I lift my back slightly as I arch it, pushing my round, plump breast into his face. He wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks gently on it. His hunger making me melt against him. I can feel him getting full as his balls are pressing against my hot pussy. I scream as I release an orgasm, pushing against his cock and covering him with my juices.

“FUCK AMELIA”

When he says my name, it causes my body to shake and cower. He cums inside my womb faster than I can blink, my lip's part so I can try and speak but for some reason nothing is coming out. Only air is escaping my lips.

For the first time, I feel a flicker of hope, a fragile belief that maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to move forward together. But the world outside Matteo’s office is still dangerous, still full of enemies waiting to strike. And as much as I want to hold onto this moment, I know it won’t last.

“Promise me,” I say, my voice muffled against his chest. “Promise me you’ll keep me safe.”

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his hold on me tightening. “I promise,” he whispers.

“And you promise to be safe so you can return to me?”

I look into his eyes as they are filled with emotion and longing. “ I promise.”

But in Matteo’s world, promises are as fragile as glass, and I can only pray that this one doesn’t shatter.

Chapter nine

The Final Reckoning

Matteo

Luca always was asnake, slithering where others would tread cautiously. For months, I knew he was plotting something, but his betrayal runs deeper than I anticipated. How he managed to get here—into my office, into my sanctuary—speaks about his audacity. It started with whispers from the underworld, faint murmurs of a rat burrowing into my operations.

Luca was clever enough to cover his tracks, but his greed was his downfall. The stolen shipments, the failed alliances, the blood spilled —it all led back to him. Even now, as he sits in my office, smugness dripping from his every pore, I wonder how far his desperation carried him.

He didn’t break in, didn’t overpower the guards. No, he walked in, spinning a tale about wanting to “negotiate” his redemption. The guards let him through because they believed I would wantto hear him out. I don’t blame them entirely; Luca was a friend once. To some, that bond still meant something. To me, it’s a liability I should’ve severed long ago.

I knew he’d show himself eventually. I left the breadcrumbs, just obvious enough for his greed to follow. A false promise of a meeting, a suggestion of vulnerability to lure him out of the shadows and into my grasp.

Now, the bastard is here, sitting inmychair, his arrogance radiating like a disease. The room is thick with tension, every shadow seeming to breathe with the weight of unspoken threats. I stand in front of my desk, my gaze fixed on Luca’s smug, defiant expression.

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