[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 46: Between Trust and Doubt

As soon as they were out of earshot, Mark’s girlfriend leaned toward him, her eyes wide. "Is that really your brother? Did you switch him when I wasn’t looking? I’ve never seen him that... calm."

Mark let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "It’s the same guy. He’s just in love... and he finally found someone who can handle him."

"Wow," she said softly, still staring after them. "That’s hard to believe."

"He’s changing," Charles said, glancing toward the door where they had disappeared. "He’s being way too patient to be the same man we heard stories about."

Frank frowned, leaning over the table. "Don’t you think it’s strange? I’m not saying people can’t fall in love, but this... it just feels like something isn’t right. It’s too fast."

Charles shook his head. "I don’t see the problem. They’re both in love, Frank. There’s nothing bad about that. Just let them be."

"You don’t understand," Frank muttered, but he sighed and went back to his food. "Fine. Let’s just say they’re in love and leave it at that."

Inside the bedroom, the door had barely clicked shut before Matteo grabbed Adrian. Adrian didn’t hesitate; he climbed right onto him, wrapping his legs tight around Matteo’s waist.

Matteo carried him across the room and set him down on the edge of the table, stepping in close between his legs until their bodies pressed together.

"Listen," Matteo growled, his hands gripping Adrian’s thighs. "I don’t want you talking to any other woman. I don’t want you talking to anyone but me."

He leaned in, his dark eyes burning with a heavy, possessive heat. "I’m jealous, Rian. I’ve told you this before. I’m possessive of you. I want you all to myself, so don’t go around talking to anyone else."

Adrian started laughing, his fingers tangling in the hair at the back of Matteo’s neck. "She’s just a friend, Matteo. She’s my childhood friend. What did you want me to do? Just hang up on her?"

"Yes," Matteo snapped, his face completely serious. "That’s exactly what you should have done."

"I only ended the call because I saw your face," Adrian teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not because you have that much power over me. I just want to celebrate my birthday, I’m not ready to start a fight or watch our mafia boss sulk around."

Matteo’s gaze dropped to Adrian’s mouth. "Okay, fine. Then how are you going to beg me? How are you going to make it up to me?"

Adrian raised an eyebrow, his voice lowering slightly. "And how exactly do you expect me to beg you?"

"Just beg me nicely," Matteo murmured, his hands sliding higher up Adrian’s legs. "You could suck me. You could let me have a quickie right here. Just be nasty and beg me somehow."

Adrian leaned back slightly, a challenge in his eyes. "I’m not doing any of that. If you want it that badly, you do it to me. You suck my dick."

Matteo held his gaze for a long moment, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "Alright... if that’s what it takes to have you as mine again and again, then I will."

Matteo sat back on the chair, pulling Adrian closer until he was perched right on the edge of the table. Without a second of hesitation, Matteo sprang his cock free, the sight of him making Adrian’s breath catch.

Matteo didn’t wait. He moved between Adrian’s legs, his hands gripping his thighs with a firm, possessive hold, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.

He looked up at Adrian one last time, his eyes dark with a hunger. Then, he leaned in and took him into his mouth.

Adrian let out a sharp, choked gasp, his head falling back as his fingers tangled deep into Matteo’s hair. He held Matteo’s head firmly, his hips moving instinctively as the pleasure surged through him.

The room was silent except for the wet sounds of Matteo’s focus and Adrian’s heavy breathing. Matteo was relentless, using his tongue and the pressure of his lips to drive Adrian to the edge within minutes.

Finally, Adrian’s body stiffened. He groaned out Matteo’s name, his grip tightening on Matteo’s head as he finally came, the intensity of it leaving him shaking.

Matteo didn’t pull away right away. He took his time, then lifted his gaze, his eyes fixed on Adrian’s face.

Adrian leaned down and kissed him deeply, the moment lingering between them.

"Did you enjoy that?" Matteo murmured against his mouth.

Adrian took a shaky breath, trying to find his voice. "You’re... you’re very good at what you do."

Matteo smirked, pleased with the admission. He pulled Adrian into another long, lingering kiss before finally straightening his clothes.

"I have to go out now," Matteo said, his tone shifting back to that of a man in control.

Adrian looked at him, not wanting him to leave, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop him.

Matteo noticed, a teasing smile forming on his lips. "Just tell me to stay."

Adrian wanted to... but his pride wouldn’t let him.

Matteo let out a soft chuckle, clearly understanding. They talked for a few more minutes, the tension easing into something quieter.

Then Matteo finally stood up.

"If you need anything, call the kitchen," he said. "Or ask any of my men. They’ll get it for you."

"Alright," Adrian replied.

Matteo gave him one last look before walking out.

The door closed.

Adrian sat there for a moment, then let out a small breath, a smile slowly spreading across his face for no reason he could explain.

He quickly fixed his trousers, smoothing out the fabric, and then flopped onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

He couldn’t explain the feeling bubbling in his chest, but he was enjoying every bit of it.

Adrian stayed in the room for a few hours after Matteo left. He passed the time chatting with Kate, asking how things were going at the studio, until his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

Don’t think you’re special just because he brought you to a fancy villa. You’re nothing more than a distraction to him. Matteo isn’t at a business meeting, he’s with someone else. They’re spending the night together. Don’t expect him back until tomorrow.

In the end, he’ll choose someone who actually fits his world.

Adrian stood up immediately, the air in the room suddenly feeling too thin. He stepped out of the villa, his heart racing as he paced the grounds until he found Charles sitting by the edge of the infinity pool, staring out at the ocean.

Adrian sat down beside him, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the waves.

Charles noticed the shift in his energy right away. "What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

At first, Adrian said nothing. He held his phone tightly, the anonymous words stinging like salt in a wound.

Then Tony’s warning from earlier crept back into his mind.

He took a steady breath and handed the phone to Charles, quietly explaining what was bothering him.

Charles read the text and sighed, handing the phone back. He didn’t look surprised.

"Listen to me," Charles said. "This is Matteo Marcone we’re talking about. When you’re with someone like him, people will come for you. They’re jealous, and they’ll use whatever lies they can to tear you apart."

Charles looked Adrian in the eyes. "I’m not saying he’s a saint, but I am saying this: if Matteo didn’t love you, he wouldn’t do all this. He wouldn’t bring you here to celebrate your birthday or introduce you to his inner circle."

"My advice?" Charles continued. "Wait for him. Listen only to the words that come out of his mouth and trust what you see with your own eyes. If you start listening to every rumor and anonymous text, this relationship will break before it even starts. Trust him until he gives you a real reason not to."