Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 233 I Am Possessive

Matteo suddenly stopped, pulling back as a realization hit him. He hadn't asked the most important

between question of all. "Do you want me too, ma douce?" he asked, his ragged breath filling the space them.

Emily scanned his face, searching for something, her heart pounding. She felt something she had never felt before. When she was with Tomas, she was young and naive, mistaking kind words and good looks for love. But after everything she had sacrificed and the hard lessons life had taught her, she finally understood what real love meant. To her dismay, no man had ever truly cared what she wanted. Until now. Matteo, this man in front of her, was willing to wait until she said yes. That realization sent a wave of longing through her-she wanted to confess how badly and desperately she desired him, but something held her back.

Instead, she did the only thing she could to show him what she truly wanted.

Her arms around his neck pulled him closer as she pressed her lips to his in an urgent, desperate kiss.

groaned, his control snapping as he pushed past her soft lips, his tongue meeting hers in a fierce, hungry

tightened his grip

her soft, round ass, pulling her flush against his throbbing shaft as he ground her against him, kissing her deeply. Emily's legs widened around him with a throaty groan, her hips rolling in rhythm with his. The heat between them was so intense, Matteo was sure if he

there in the hall. But he wanted their first time to be special for Emily, something unforgettable. He was determined

she breathed

strides to the bedroom. He kicked the door open, never breaking their kiss, and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. His fingers curled around the hem of her tank top, slowly pulling it up. He paused, looking

me to stop?" he asked one last time, his voice low and strained. "No," she gasped, still

his voice low and thick with desire. God, even his dirty mouth was turning her on more than

him. His hands moved with urgency, yanking down her pajama shorts. Only her thong remained between him and what he desperately wanted. Without a second thought, he hooked his fingers into it and ripped

his gaze, leaving him in

cock sprang free, he gripped himself,