Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 212 Dangerous Temptation Finished

"Umm... you smell so good." Emily whispered, nuzzling her soft, warm face into the crook of Matteo's neck. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, exposing his skin, which only intensified her craving for more contact. Without thinking, she yanked at the sides of his shirt, tearing a few more buttons in her desperation, making Matteo gasp in vise.

He stood there, momentarily poweries oefore this delicate beauty. She looked flawless, like a fragile glass doll, yet she had the power to shatter him into pieces-and she didn't even know it. Her hands began to roam over his firm, sculpted chest, feeling the masculine strength of the powerful Matteo Vinci.

As the aphrodisiac surged through her blood, Emily felt hot and overwhelmingly turned on. She wanted nothing more than for Matteo to take her in his arms and kiss her. Before Matteo could break free from the trance she had cast over him, Emily grabbed his collar and pulled him down, trying to crush her lips against his in a sudden, fiery kiss.

Matteo reacted swiftly, tilting his head so her lips landed on his chin instead of his mouth. But even then, her warm, sweet breath caressed his lips, making him momentarily breathless. The temptation was so dangerous and nearly impossible to resist. Every instinct screamed for him to give in, to have her right

there and there.

But he knew better. He could tell by the way Emily was behaving-by the glazed look in her eyes and the unsteady movements-that she wasn't herself. She was under the influence of something, her senses clouded.

Matteo's heart hammered in his chest, and his cock ached with the need of being inside this feisty woman. The raw need coursing through him was undeniable, but he couldn't allow himself to act on it. Not like this. Not when Emily thought of him as nothing more than a reckless playboy.

He didn't want her to think she was right about him. The need to prove that he wanted more than just a quick lay was somehow stronger than his physical urge, which was again a first for him.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

What the hell was happening? He'd never felt anything like this before, not for any woman.

Why was she different? Why did she make things so damn complicated? The one time he could have her, he couldn't. And when he actually wanted her, she wouldn't let him near. It was like some twisted game he never signed up for, and it was driving him insane.

Fuck! Matteo clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. Why the hell was resisting her so hard? And why, for once, did he want to do things the right way?

"Baby! Babe!" Matteo tried to coax her, his voice gentle but firm. "You're not feeling well," he added, attempting to create some distance between them, though he still held her steady, knowing she was too intoxicated to stand on her own. Emily protested in a slurred voice, pulling him closer. Her lips pressed against his exposed chest through the torn fabric of his shirt. "Don't go away," she mumbled, kissing his skin.

Just then, the elevator stopped, and the doors slid ope revealing they had reached the private floor.

"Let me get you to the room" Matteo muttered under his breath as he quickly scooped her up in his strong arms. Emily threw her arms around his neck, giggling softly as she kicked her feet playfully in the air while he carried her toward his suite. *** ble ticked on the lights with this

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card before kicking the door shut behind them. Without hesitation, he carried Emily straight to the bed and gently laid her down on the soft sheets.

"Stay here. I'm going to get you something to make you feel better," Matteo said, brushing a hand tenderly through her hair. He was about to walk away when Emily grabbed his hand, pulling him down toward her. Caught off guard, Matteo stumbled, his solid body crashing against her soft, delicate frame before he could stop himself. Emily whimpered softl Matte winced, his heart tightening at the sight.

"I'm sorry, ma douce," Matteo murmured, his voice filled with concern as his worried eyes watched her grimace beneath his weight. He was about to lift himself off when Emily wrapped her arms around his neck, stopping him. "Why are you running away from me? Don't you want me?" she pouted, her words slurred with frustration.

Matteo chuckled, shaking his head. He knew she wasn't herself. The fiery Emily he knew would never ask something like that. Gently, he tried to pry her arms from around his neck, careful not to hurt her.

But Emily's frustration grew as she felt repeatedly rejected by the notorious playboy attorney.

"Are you.... impotent?" she challenged, her tone sharp with accusation. "Is that why you're running away? You can't get it up, can you?"

Matteo's eyes narrowed dangerously at her words. No one had ever questioned his masculinity, and here she was, this fragile woman beneath him, daring to challenge him?! She had no idea what kind of fire she was playing with. 2/2