[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 278: Chapter 278: The Photos That Ended the Game

Still laughing, the two of them made their way to the kitchen together, teasing and playfully bickering as though the weight of everything had finally been lifted from their shoulders.

Meanwhile, back at the Matteo Estate...

Adrian strutted into their bedroom, immediately tossing his jacket aside. He sank into the middle of the massive mattress, pulling out his phone. He opened his chat with Matteo and typed out a message.

Daddy, I’m back home... When are you coming back to me?

No reply came. Matteo was entirely buried in high-stakes corporate meetings.

Adrian rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. A wicked, playful grin stretched across his face as his thumbs flew across the screen again.

God, I’m so lonely... This bed feels way too empty without a tall, muscular man pressed against me right now.

Still, the chat remained silent. No dots appeared.

Adrian let out a dramatic sigh, sitting up. If the romantic approach didn’t work, it was time to play dirty. He smirked, typing out a message that was dripping with pure sin.

Do you need some assistance at the office, Daddy?

A mischievous smile spread across Adrian’s face as he typed another message.

I can come over and help you pick up a pen from your desk, crawl under your desk... bend right over for you.

He laughed to himself before adding one last line.

What do you think about a quickie on your office desk? I’m already getting wet just thinking about it.

Right around that time, Matteo finished signing the last major contract of the day. He loosened his silk tie, leaned back in his chair for a moment, then picked up his phone from the sleek mahogany desk.

The moment he unlocked the screen and read the string of messages, a low, helpless chuckle escaped him.

He deliberately chose not to reply right away.

He knew his bratty boyfriend too well, and he wanted to see just how much more drama Adrian would put on display.

Adrian stared at the screen, his eyes narrowing when he saw the double blue checkmarks. Matteo had read it, yet he was keeping him on read.

Hmmm, it seems like Daddy is far too busy for me, Adrian texted back, pouting at his screen. Maybe I should head out for a drink. Who knows? I might meet a handsome prince charming tonight. Someone who actually won’t keep me waiting. Someone who knows exactly how to fill an empty bed... and me.

Matteo read the new message and let out a deep, rumbling laugh in the quiet of his office, shaking his head.

Adrian wasn’t done.

Before Matteo could even start typing a response, one final message popped up on his screen

Let me slip into something hot, tight and slutty... something that shows off every inch you love. I’ll be out the door in five minutes unless my big, strong Daddy gives me a reason to stay right here and wait like a good boy. See you later... or maybe not. 😘

Matteo stared at the screen for a second before another helpless chuckle escaped him.

"That little menace..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as the corners of his lips lifted into an amused smile.

Adrian waited aggressively for a reply, tapping his fingers against his phone screen, but the chat remained frustratingly quiet.

It’s already dark outside, Daddy, Adrian texted again, rolling his eyes. Are you seriously planning to sleep in your office tonight?

Matteo read it instantly but still held back, savoring the game. A dangerous smirk played on his lips, yet he still chose not to type a single word back.

Instead, he signaled to his executive assistant. The assistant immediately packed up his laptop and everything he needed before handing them over to his bodyguard.

With everything ready, Matteo headed down to the private garage, where his convoy was already waiting to take him home.

Back at the estate, Adrian saw the read receipt pop up yet again with no response. "Fine," he muttered to the empty room.

He pushed off the bed and strode into the walk-in closet, determined to turn up the heat. One by one, he slipped into five different outfits, each more revealing than the last. Tight, sheer fabrics that clung to his lean frame, teasing glimpses of smooth skin, toned abs, and the sharp cut of his hips.

He’d step out into the spacious bedroom after each change, posing in front of the full-length mirror under the soft lighting. He angled his phone just right, arching his back, tilting his hips, letting the fabric ride up or slip down, snapping sultry mirror selfies from every flattering angle. His expression shifted from playful pout to bedroom eyes, lips parted, hair tousled.

After carefully curating the best shots, the ones that made him look irresistible, he selected them and sent them off to Matteo in a flurry.

Daddy, pick an outfit for me out of these five. I’m so confused and I honestly don’t know what to wear for my night out.

Without giving Matteo a single second to process the flood of photos, Adrian immediately sent one final text beneath the photos.

He tapped on the last picture and paused, admiring himself with a satisfied grin.

The final outfit was easily his favorite. The last outfit was pure sin: a fitted black mesh top with wide netting that revealed almost every inch of his sculpted chest, nipples, shoulders, and toned abdomen.

He paired it with metallic silver-textured trousers that sat low on his hips, layered silver chain necklaces, chunky rings, sleek, narrow sunglasses, and his hair tied back into a loose ponytail. It hugged his body perfectly, turning his physique into the centerpiece of the outfit while leaving just enough to tease the imagination.

Actually, never mind. I think this last outfit is the absolute best, Daddy.

I’ll just go with this one. See you later. Bye.😘

Matteo opened the attachment in the back of his car. The moment the image loaded, revealing his man in that utterly scandalous net top, his jaw clenched. There was absolutely no fucking way in hell he was letting Adrian step a single foot out of the estate looking like a walking temptation for other men.

The silent game was officially over. Matteo instantly tapped the text field, his fingers flying across the keyboard to shut this down immediately.

Baby, I’m sorry for not replying to your texts. I have been entirely buried under work all day. But I am on my way back to you right now. See you in thirty minutes. I love you. Be a good boy and stay home for Daddy.

Back in the bedroom, Adrian’s phone buzzed with the incoming message. He looked at the screen, a triumphant smirk slowly spreading across his lips as he read Matteo’s surrender.

He rolled his eyes playfully, tapping out a simple, teasing reply: Waiting.😏

Locking his phone, Adrian leaned back against the plush vanity chair, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he praised his own genius. He won. Adrian never lost this kind of game.

He sat there for a few minutes, watching the time tick away. Once twenty-five minutes had passed, Adrian stood up and deliberately stripped off every single piece of clothing until he was completely naked. He wanted to make sure that the moment Matteo stepped inside the room, he would completely lose his mind.

Adrian climbed back onto the center of the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against his bare skin. Lying there, his mind instantly drifted to thoughts of Matteo, how fiercely his man took control, how deep and rough he always fucked him, how perfectly he filled him up.

A heavy shiver ran through Adrian’s body.

His head fell back against the pillows as he began tracing his hands down his skin, starting from his neck and sliding down over his chest.

His fingers slowly flicked and teased his sensitive nipples until they hardened under his touch, a low, needy groan escaping his throat as the heavy friction quickly began to turn him on.

Inching into the mood, Adrian spread his legs wide across the mattress. He kept his hands moving over his torso and waist, intentionally avoiding his length at first to let the anticipation build. He bit his lip, his breathing turning shallow and uneven as his gaze darkened with heat.

By the time his cock hardened fully, throbbing and pointing directly toward the bedroom door, he was aching. He wanted Matteo to fucking lose his mind the second he walked through that entrance.

"Matteo..." Adrian moaned the name into the quiet room, his fingers sliding down his stomach, his eyes heavy with desire as he waited for the final countdown.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the front doors opened.

Matteo had finally arrived.

He headed straight for the staircase, making his way toward the master suite, his shoulders heavy with the exhaustion of a long, relentless workday.

The moment Adrian heard the familiar, heavy footsteps echoing outside in the corridor, he finally wrapped his fingers tightly around his hard length. He began to stroke himself in a slow, steady rhythm, his eyes locked dead-center on the bedroom entrance, waiting for his man to step inside.

The door handle clicked. Matteo stepped into the suite, walking further into the room. He checked the lounge and sofa area first, but Adrian wasn’t there.

Loosening his tie, Matteo walked into the main bedroom, ready to scold his bratty boyfriend for the photoshoot stunt. But the moment he rounded the corner, his words died in his throat. His jaw tightened instantly.

"What the fuck..." Matteo muttered...