Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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Chapter 213 His Enchantress

In an instant, Emily's hands were pinned above her head, locked tightly in Matteo's grip. His eyes darkened with a raw, primal hunger as he gazed down at her, like she was the most tempting feast he had ever laid eyes on-and he had been starving his whole life. Every inch of him buzzed with lust, the need to prove to this naive woman that nothing was wrong with him-that he was more than capable. He wanted nothing more than to penetrate her slick pussy with his steely girth and bury his rock hard cock inside her the whole night so she couldn't even walk smoothly for a month, making her understand exactly what she had provoked.

Matteo swallowed hard as he felt Emily's soft whimpers against his neck, her body arching off the mattress, twisting and writhing beneath him, desperate for more friction against his aching, rock-hard length. He was absolutely doomed.

He lowered his head, his warm, full lips brushing against Emily's ear as he inhaled her intoxicating, sweet, flowery scent.

"Baby, you have no idea how bad I want you right now," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'd trade my life just to taste those sweet lips and bury myself deep inside you for the entire night." He exhaled, letting out a shuddered breath as the image of being inside this incredible woman consumed him.

"But I know, mon amour " he continued, his tone shifting slightly. "You won't remember a damn thing when you wake up, and I don't want to waste this special moment, our first time, just for you to forget it by morning. So I'm gonna wait until you're sober, then we'll see who can handle what." He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes as he recalled how feisty and proud she always was.

"Be a good girl and don't make this harder for both of us," Matteo sighed, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face, torn between what he wanted and what was right. He couldn't tear himself away from her, nor could he pull his eyes from her face, which somehow managed to look both innocent and tempting at the same time.

But due to the effect of drugs, Emily wasn't in any state to listen or understand. The fire inside her only burned hotter, and all she could think about was this strong man quenching it. She needed him to claim her, to make the ache go away. Lifting her head, she pressed her lips to the side of Matteo's neck, her breath hot against his skin. Before he could react, she bit down softly, leaving a dark mark on his tanned

skin.

Matteo was taken aback by her bold move. He had no idea that beneath the sophisticated and shy exterior of Emily Yang was a hidden, sexy vixen. It intrigued him, stirring something darker and more primal inside. He wanted nothing more than to see how far she would take this boldness in bed.

"You're being a bad girl, Emily Yang, and bad girls need punishment," Matteo growled, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip as she lay beneath him, helpless yet radiating confidence and fearlessness.

"Then punish me, Mr. Vinci," Emily panted breathlessly, her face flushed with desire. "Please! I want you. I want you right now," she pleaded, before showering kisses all over his neck and chest.

"Babe, w... wait!" Matteo tried to stop the sedutress kissing him so pasionately, his breath quickening as his chest heaved under the weight of the overwhelming conflict between desire and conscience battling in his

head.

"Ah, get rid of your clothes. I want you to fuck me," Emily moaned, her voice dripping with desire, making Matteo let out a string of curses under his breath. Desperation was evident in her words as his enchantress urged him to give in to the moment.

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Chapter 213 His Enchantress

Her seductive play had Matteo swallowing hard, his mind racing as he tried to think through the fog of lust.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Fuck!" Matteo groaned loudly in frustration. If she kept this up, he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer.

Without warning, he stood up abruptly, scooping Emily into his arms as he strode toward the bathroom. He kicked the door open and entered, heading straight for the tub. Gently, he placed her inside and turned on the faucets, water pouring into the basin as he grabbed the showerhead and began dousing her with cold water.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Emily cried out, the icy water cascading over her hot skin, shocking her senses.

"Sit still, mon amour. It will soothe your distress," Matteo coaxed her, his tone tight with the sexual tension between them.

"Only if you come in with me," Emily challenged, grabbing Matteo's shirt and pulling him closer, her eyes dropping with the lust. 1.9K