[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Choosing Each Other Again

Matteo let out a soft, relieved breath, a crushing weight lifting from his shoulders. He gently cupped Adrian’s face, his heart pounding against his ribs.

"Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?" he asked hopefully. "Are we back together, Rian?"

Adrian looked at him seriously. "Will I still be allowed to go out with my friends? And if I want to go somewhere by myself, will you let me?"

Matteo hesitated for only a heartbeat before nodding.

"Yes," he answered honestly. "But my bodyguards will keep an eye on you from a distance. They won’t interfere. They’ll only be there for your safety."

"So... I’ll be staying home and working from home for now?"

Matteo nodded. "Yes. Just for now. That way, I won’t lose my mind until the place I’m preparing for you is ready."

Adrian frowned, confusion flickering across his face.

"What do you mean by that?"

Instead of answering, Matteo gently lifted Adrian’s chin until their eyes met.

"Do you agree, Rian?"

Adrian searched his eyes, finding nothing but raw hope and desperate devotion waiting for his answer.

"I’ll give you a generous monthly allowance," Matteo whispered. "Whatever you want, it’s yours. I’m not trying to control you anymore, baby. I’m asking you to let me give you the very best I have. Let me treat you like royalty."

Adrian let out a quiet breath.

"Marry me first," he murmured. "Because after you spoil me that much, absolutely no one else will ever want me."

A possessive warmth flickered in Matteo’s eyes, completely satisfied by those words.

"And that’s exactly what I want," he admitted softly. "I want to be the only one for you."

He held Adrian’s gaze.

"So... do you forgive me?"

Adrian didn’t answer.

Instead, he closed the small distance between them and gently pressed his lips against Matteo’s.

Matteo instantly pulled him closer, his hand anchoring at the back of Adrian’s neck. The kiss started slowly, a tender, deep bruising of their lips as they melted into each other.

Matteo’s lips parted, his tongue sliding in to taste him fully, deepening the kiss until their breaths became heavy and ragged in the quiet room. When they finally pulled back, both of them were panting, their lips swollen.

"Have you forgiven me?" Matteo breathed against his lips.

Adrian smiled faintly, his eyes still heavy with exhaustion.

"I already kissed you. Isn’t that enough of an answer?"

"No, baby," Matteo murmured, his thumb gently caressing Adrian’s cheek. "I want to hear you say it."

Adrian’s smile widened into a beautiful, genuine one Matteo hadn’t seen in months. He gave a small nod.

"Yes, Teo," he whispered. "I forgive you."

He held Matteo’s gaze for a long moment before quietly adding,

"Thank you."

Matteo blinked in surprise.

"For what?"

"For not giving up on us," Adrian replied softly.

A warm smile spread across Matteo’s face. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Adrian’s forehead.

"Thank you for coming back to me," he whispered. "I know you wouldn’t have come back if a part of you didn’t still want us. As for me... I never got over you."

A small laugh escaped Adrian.

"I couldn’t get over you either," he admitted softly.

He gave the slightest nod as Matteo’s hand returned to his stomach, gently rubbing away the last traces of pain.

"Matteo," Adrian murmured.

Matteo shook his head with a small, playful pout.

"I don’t want you to call me Matteo right now. Call me ’baby.’"

Adrian’s smile widened.

"Baby."

"Yes, love?" Matteo replied softly.

Adrian’s smile slowly faded, his eyes turning serious.

"Can you stop believing that you love me more than I love you?" he pleaded quietly. "And please stop thinking I loved Elena more than I love you. For the past two months, I have been hurting so badly. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I don’t ever want us to separate again, Matteo."

His eyes searched Matteo’s.

"Elena is my past... and you are my present. I love you exactly as you are. I love you so much. Please don’t compete with her anymore. She isn’t here anymore. Please."

Adrian reached up, threading his fingers through Matteo’s neatly styled hair.

"I love you so much that I already told her family all about you. I’m not hiding our relationship anymore. Please, baby."

Matteo’s chest tightened with overwhelming reassurance.

"If you’re really not hiding me anymore," he murmured, "then from now on, I want us to start posting pictures together on social media. And remove that woman’s picture from your profile. I only want to see pictures of you and me there. You’ve never posted me before... but you posted another woman."

Adrian let out a quiet laugh at the lingering jealousy.

"Leah is just a really good friend, Teo. She stood by me and took care of me during the hardest time of my life."

"Then I’ll thank her personally for taking care of my princess," Matteo said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "But right now, delete her picture from your profile and start posting me."

Adrian smirked. "Then you should do the same."

Matteo gave a small, sheepish smile.

"You’ll have to help me with that. I’m terrible at social media."

Adrian laughed.

"You’re literally like an old man."

Matteo leaned down, his lips brushing against Adrian’s jawline, his voice deep and suggestive.

"This old man can still have you for twenty-four hours straight without getting tired. He’d leave you too weak to walk or even sit. So, baby... will you let this old man have you all night? This old man has been starving for you and can’t wait to eat you. What do you say?"

Adrian’s face flushed a deep crimson. He smiled shyly, his defenses completely gone as he whispered, "How can I say no when I’ve been starving for you just as much as you’ve been starving for me? So yes, baby... I’m all yours."

Matteo smiled, but the moment his hand lingered against Adrian’s abdomen, his expression softened with concern.

"Or..." he murmured, "do you think we should go to the hospital first? I want to know what’s causing these cramps. I don’t want to make things worse if you’re sick."

In response, Adrian took Matteo’s large hand, slowly moving it away from his stomach and guiding it down the front of his trousers, pressing it directly over his hard, throbbing groin. He looked up at Matteo through heavy, dark lashes. "I want you."

Matteo’s breath hitched, a dark heat overtaking his features.

"Then come serve your punishment for running away from me, princess. You nearly drove me insane... but I’m glad I used that time to work on myself."

Adrian looked at him with concern. "Is your treatment over?"

"No, baby," Matteo murmured, gently shaking his head. "I’m still in treatment. Recovery takes time."

He offered Adrian a small, reassuring smile.

"But I’m doing much better now. I’m stable... and having you back with me makes me even stronger."

"I understand," Adrian said softly, his expression turning serious. "But you have to finish your treatment. All of it, okay? Promise me."

"Alright, princess," Matteo replied with a small smile. "I promise."

Adrian let out a quiet, breathless chuckle.

"Calling me ’princess’ sounds so awkward."

Matteo smiled, his gaze never leaving Adrian. "No," he murmured. "I love it."

They stared at each other, both of them biting their inner lips, the raw, suffocating hunger of two months of separation exploding between them. Slowly, Matteo’s hand moved to Adrian’s waistband. His fingers deftly unbuckled the belt, sliding the metal through the loops, before slowly tugging the zipper of the black trousers down.

He slid his warm palm beneath the edge of Adrian’s white boxers, his fingers instantly wrapping around Adrian’s fully aroused, pulsing length.

The moment Matteo’s warm skin made contact, a sharp gasp escaped Adrian’s lips.

He surged forward, wrapping his arms around Matteo’s neck and burying his face in his neck, before pulling him into a deep, bruising, desperate kiss. Their breathing instantly shattered the silence of the room, turning loud, heavy, and erratic.

Matteo’s hand began to stroke him smoothly, keeping his grip firm as he sectioned his movements inside the fabric of the boxers, friction sending waves of heat straight to Adrian’s core.

Adrian moaned into the kiss, his hips shifting restlessly against the mattress. Unable to take the barrier any longer, Adrian reached down with a shaking hand, helping Matteo pull the boxers and trousers down past his thighs, freeing himself entirely into the cool air of the room.

He was breathing incredibly hard, his skin flushed and slick with a light sweat, showing just how desperately hungry he was for Matteo’s touch.

Adrian’s hands scrambled upward, tearing at the buttons of Matteo’s crisp black shirt, snapping them open one by one to get to the bare skin beneath, entirely lost to the dark, consuming heat of their reunion.

Adrian didn’t stop until he had stripped away every piece of clothing Matteo was wearing. Matteo worked with the same frantic, possessive urgency, casting aside shirts, and trousers. Shoes were kicked off onto the floor, socks discarded, until absolutely nothing remained between them.

They were completely naked in the dim light of the suite, the raw vulnerability of their bare skin making the air feel thick and electric.

Matteo reached up to the back of Adrian’s head, his large fingers gently working to untie the band holding Adrian’s hair back. He carefully loosened the tie, letting the long, ginger strands cascade freely, framing Adrian’s flushed face.

Guiding him down slowly, Matteo laid Adrian back against the mattress, his fingers trailing through the silky ginger hair fanned out across the white pillows.

Matteo leaned down closer...