[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 179: Possessive Hearts of Jealous Little Monster

Matteo forced his voice to remain steady, his eyes searching Adrian’s flushed, angry face. "Why on earth would you accuse me of something like that? Where is this coming from?"

Adrian glared at him, his chest heaving as he screamed out the name that had been tearing him apart since last night.

"Who the fuck is Kevin?!"

Matteo stared at him for a moment before the realization suddenly dawned on him. "Oh my God," he muttered, letting out a disbelieving breath. "All of this is because of Kevin?"

"Yes!" Adrian shouted. Driven by a surge of adrenaline, he scrambled up and climbed right on top of Matteo, pinning the mafia boss down with his smaller body. He glared down at him, his hands pressing into Matteo’s chest. "Now start talking! You cheated on me with your small dick!"

Matteo didn’t even try to push him off. He just looked up at Adrian, his eyebrows arching. "Babe, this isn’t funny. Did you go through my phone?"

"Yes, I did! So what?" Adrian snapped, lifting his chin defiantly. "Are you going to scold me for that?"

A dark smile broke across Matteo’s face. "You absolute jealous monster. You actually went through my phone."

"I’m not jealous!" Adrian muttered, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "Just start talking!"

"Fine," Matteo said, his voice softening as he wrapped his hands gently around Adrian’s waist to keep him steady. "Kevin is a friend I met during my trip. He owns the house right next to mine over there. At the time, he was going through something very similar to what I was going through—heartbreak."

Matteo exhaled softly.

"He had been talking to a guy for months and genuinely liked him. When they finally met in person, they spent one night together. After that, the guy disappeared and told him he wasn’t interested in love."

Matteo looked directly into Adrian’s eyes, making sure he was listening carefully. "We spent time together, we smoked every evening on the terrace, and yeah, he does drugs too, which just made it easy for us to sit around and talk. He’s a very tough, guarded man, just like me. That’s all it was. So where the fuck did you read that I cheated on you?"

Adrian’s shoulders immediately slumped. The fierce, defensive wall he had built up all morning completely crumbled. "I... I saw the message where you said, ’It’s just a one-night thing, forget about it,’" he murmured, his voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper. "I thought you two did it."

Matteo sighed, a flicker of hurt crossing his eyes. "So you don’t trust me?"

"I trust you," Adrian said quickly, his gaze dropping to Matteo’s chest. He chewed on his lower lip, feeling incredibly small. "I was just... I don’t want someone else to share what is mine. I want you all to myself alone."

Matteo’s smile returned, slow and teasing. "What exactly do you want to yourself?" he asked, intentionally playing dumb.

A wave of shyness washed over Adrian. He hesitated for a moment before timidly pointing toward the noticeable bulge beneath Matteo’s boxers.

"I want that all to myself," he whispered.

The moment the words left his mouth, his cheeks burned. Embarrassed by his own boldness, he quickly looked away.

"Say it out loud," Matteo demanded, his grip tightening on Adrian’s hips.

Adrian swallowed hard. His face burned with shame, but he forced himself to meet Matteo’s gaze. "I want your cock all to myself," he murmured.

A low chuckle escaped Matteo’s lips, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Oh?" he teased. "That’s interesting, didn’t you just say my cock was small a few minutes ago?"

Adrian whined, burying his face in his hands. "That was just me being angry! It’s not small... It’s perfect for me."

"Stand up," Matteo said suddenly, his tone shifting into a serious, deadpan register.

Adrian blinked, looking down at him in confusion. "Where are you going?"

"I’m going to go find a man who won’t accuse me of cheating, call me ugly, and worst of all, say my cock is small," Matteo said, pretending to shift beneath him.

"No, baby!" Adrian panicked, immediately flattening his body against Matteo’s, wrapping his arms securely around his neck to anchor him down. "I’m that man! You don’t need anyone else. Please, babe... I’m so sorry."

Matteo looked up at him, his expression a mix of adoration and lingering sternness. "You could have just asked me, Rian. Why did you have to make it such a massive ordeal?"

"I’m sorry," Adrian whispered, his eyes wide and genuinely apologetic. "Please, baby..."

Matteo stared at him for a long, quiet moment before speaking. "Before I forgive you, I want you to repeat every single insult you threw at me, but say it the right way this time."

Adrian realized exactly what his boyfriend wanted, and a sweet, compliant smile spread across his face. He leaned down closer, his lips brushing against Matteo’s jawline as he began to praise him. "You are the most handsome man in the entire world, Matteo," Adrian murmured softly, his voice thick with affection. "You are incredibly attractive, your body is perfect, and your face is beautiful. And... your cock is so big, daddy. It’s huge and thick, and I love it so much."

Matteo’s eyes darkened further at the praise, a deep, satisfied growl vibrating in his chest. He didn’t say anything, but the intense, possessive look in his eyes spoke volumes.

Adrian shifted slightly, laying his body completely flat against Matteo’s. Through the thin fabric of their boxers, their lengths rubbed directly against each other, sending a sharp spark of heat through both of them.

Matteo reached up, cupping the back of Adrian’s neck, and pulled him down into a deep, long sweet kiss.

Their tongues tangled lazily, the anger and jealousy from before completely melting into pure, unadulterated desire. But as the kiss grew heavier, Matteo reluctantly tried to pull back, remembering his self-imposed restraint.

Adrian groaned against his mouth, refusing to let go. "Can you stop stopping me?" he complained, his voice breathless and whiny. "I’m horny, Matteo. Every single time I look at you, I am always so horny, I want you, baby."

Matteo let out a slow, strained breath, clearly struggling with his own restraint. He rested his forehead against Adrian’s and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Same here, baby," he murmured. "Believe me, I feel the same way. But please, for your eyes... just a little longer, love."

He brushed a gentle hand through Adrian’s hair.

"We have your follow-up appointment tomorrow. Let’s see what the doctor says about your recovery first. Once we know how well you’re healing, we’ll take it from there."

Adrian looked at him, his eyes dark with unspent lust as he squirmed against Matteo’s lap. "I’m horny, I want sex. I want you to touch me... fuck me so hard."

"I know, baby. I know," Matteo murmured, his heart melting at how desperately his partner wanted him. "Just be patient for me, okay?"

Defeated but completely reassured, Adrian gave a soft nod against Matteo’s bare chest. He stopped thrashing, finally resting his head right over Matteo’s beating heart. Matteo leaned up, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the top of Adrian’s hair, his hand moving in slow, soothing strokes up and down his bare back.

"I love you so much, baby," Adrian whispered into the quiet room, his fingers tracing the muscles of Matteo’s shoulder.

Matteo tightened his arms around him, holding him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. "I love you more. Just be patient. I’m right here, and I’m going nowhere."

They held each other tightly under the warm duvet, the quiet of the room returning to normal.

Adrian looked up, his chin resting against Matteo’s bare chest. "Are you not going to pick up your friend anymore?"

Matteo chuckled softly, his fingers gently tangling in Adrian’s hair. "My man needs me more. I’ll send my men to go and pick him up."

A satisfied smile spread across Adrian’s face, though he tried to sound casual. "You can go if you really want to, you know."

"Don’t worry about it," Matteo teased. "I’d rather not risk getting thrown out of the house and spending the night outside. My men can handle the airport run."

"Well, if you say so," Adrian murmured. He shifted closer, hugging Matteo tightly around his waist and burying his face in his neck. "You know me too well... I seriously did not want you to go."

Matteo’s arms wrapped securely around him, anchoring him close. "I know. That’s exactly why I’m staying right here with you, my little monster."

Adrian couldn’t help but laugh, the final knot of tension in his chest finally unraveling.

They stayed wrapped up in each other’s warmth, enjoying the peaceful silence, until a sharp, sudden knock cut through the quiet of the master suite.

From the other side of the bedroom door, Mark’s voice called out. "Teo? Please come outside. I have something important to tell you." His voice sounded tense and urgent.

Matteo’s protective instincts immediately flared, his expression hardening. He turned his head to look down at Adrian, about to assure him he’d be right back, but before he could even speak, Adrian offered a reassuring nod. "It’s fine, go ahead."

"Thanks, babe," Matteo said softly. He quickly slid out of bed, pulling on a comfortable set of clothes. Once dressed, he walked across the room, unlocked the door, and stepped outside into the hallway.

The moment the door closed, Mark reached out and took his arm, his grip firm and anxious. "Please, come with me."

Matteo’s eyes narrowed as he followed his twin’s hurried steps. "Is everything okay?"