Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 230 Something Is Blooming Finished

The next morning, the sun climbed into the sky, brightening the world below. Its sharp rays broke through, disturbing the peaceful slumber Emily had been enjoying in Matteo's embrace. Their bodies were so closely entwined, it was as though they weren't two people, but one.

Emily stirred, her eyelids fluttering as she squinted against the harsh light. The brightness made it difficult to fully open her eyes, but she soon became aware of something else her arms were wrapped tightly around something warm and solid, and she was snuggling comfortably against a surface that thumped steadily beneath her cheek.

I shot Her sleepy haze vanished in an instant as realization hit her-she was clinging to someone. Her eyes open, and she found herself lying on the chest of the infamous attorney. His shirt, to her horror, was damp with her drool.

Shit! Embarrassment flooded her as she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it, desperate to escape the humiliation of the moment.

As Emily gently tried to slip out of Matteo's arms, his eyes fluttered open. He furrowed his brow for a moment, still caught between sleep and wakefulness, before realizing that the beautiful face shyly looking up at him was no dream. For a brief second, he wondered if he was still dreaming and almost wanted to fall back asleep to hold on to the moment. But then, the events of the previous night came rushing back.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered in a deep, sleepy voice.

Emily bit her lip, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Morning, Mr. Vinci. I wondered why you missed your best chance last night and didn't take advantage of me while I was drunk," she teased with a mischievous smile lighting up her face.

Matteo chuckled, surprised at himself. He had come with only one motive in mind- to fuck her and get her out of his system. Yet having her sleeping in his arms made him feel like that was everything he truly needed - her.

one who took advantage of me, Miss Yang, while I was drunk," he quipped

charm. "Oh no! Did I get

Miss Yang," he warned in a dangerously smooth

voice breathless and sultry, sending Matteo's heartbeat racing even faster. He inhaled sharply at

firm grip, he grabbed her chin and pulled her face closer. "You don't seem afraid of punishment, Miss Yang. Should I take that to mean you'd enjoy it?" he asked, his voice dropping into a deep, teasing growl. "Do you really want me to punish you, mon amour?" "Yes, please," Emily breathed, overwhelmed by the intoxicating proximity of the dangerously attractive attorney. She didn't even think before agreeing, her senses already clouded by his magnetic

and for a moment he thought Emily was kidding "You will be the death

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panted, feeling breathless and overwhelmed with the need to

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and push him away. But as the seconds passed, he felt as if he would die if he didn't kiss her right

distance between them, ready to slam his

the breath she had been holding for what felt

morning. He saw his