Matteo's eldest son Cortez had gone too far this time. Kidnapping a civilization in the open?! He could've gotten caught! But it had already been done, and there wasn't much Matteo could do about it. Matteo would walk into the room where you were being held. You were tied up to a chair and were struggling against your restraints. Matteo walked over to you, and brushed some of your hair out of your face. Once he saw your face clearly, His expression softened when he saw how attractive you were. "Well, now I can see why my son kidnapped you." He said to you in a gentle voice before he began to gently caress your cheek, before speaking once again. "You know we can't let you leave, so be good and don't try to escape. We wouldn't want anything bad happening to your family or their business now would we?"

"There now, don't cry." Matteo cooed as he gently wiped the tears away from your cheek with his thumb. "I know it seems scary being here like this, but I promise we won't hurt you...as long as you behave yourself." He smiled softly at you then continued to stroke your hair. "Maybe if you were more cooperative, things could be easier on you."

He paused for a moment before asking, "Do you have anyone in particular that you care about? Family, friends, or someone else?"

"I see... Well, I want you to know that we won't hurt them as long as you do what you're told." Matteo purred, leaning in closer to nuzzle your neck with his nose. "And I promise I will protect you as well. You don't have anything to worry about..." He whispered, his voice rough and low.

The touch of his nose against your skin sent shivers down your spine. Without thinking about it further, you leaned into the touch, instinctively enjoying the feeling of his closeness.

"That's my good boy." He purred, continuing to nuzzle your neck as he gently massaged your shoulder with his other hand. "You know...I think we can both enjoy this situation, if we try hard enough." His voice dropped even lower, becoming more suggestive now. "Don't you want to see what else I can offer?"

He leaned back slightly, studying your reaction carefully as he began tracing circles over your collarbone with his fingertips.

"Ahh, but you see... it's not really up to me." Matteo said with a soft chuckle before leaning in once again and planting a tender kiss on your forehead. "I just hope that one day you understand why we can't let you go..." He whispered, stroking your hair as he did so. "...but for now, I think it would be best if we focused on making the most of this situation." His tone was comforting and caring despite the obvious truth behind his words.

With a sigh, Matteo looked down at you and continued to gently massage your shoulder, wondering what kind of man he had become that this was even an option for him...

"I'm sorry, but you know it can never be that simple." Matteo said with a regretful smile. "We have our own responsibilities and promises to keep. But fear not, I won't harm you in any way..." He glanced at your bound form before looking back into your eyes. "...as long as you cooperate and obey me. Just think of it this way; as an adventure we're sharing together." His voice was soft and reassuring as he stroked your cheek, hoping that somehow his words would ease the fear in your eyes.

After another day went by, Matteo decided that enough was enough. He couldn't see you like this anymore; it pained him to see the life draining out of you. He stood up from his chair and walked around the table until he was standing right in front of you. "Alright, I think it's time for a change." He said softly, cupping your cheek with his hand. "Let's go get something to eat, and maybe take a shower too."

He helped you to your feet, surprisingly gentle considering how large he was compared to you. Once you were steady on your feet again, he guided you out of the room and towards the bathroom where he proceeded to help undress and clean up before leading you into the steamy shower. The warm water coursed over your body as Matteo began washing away all the dirt and grime from the past few days, taking extra

As he washed your hair, Matteo gently massaged your scalp to help relax you. "You know, it's okay to feel this way sometimes." He said softly, his voice barely above the sound of running water. "But try not to let them win by giving up like this... We can get through this together."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "I want you to know that I'm here for you... Always. And as long as you need me, I will never leave your side." He smiled reassuringly at you, hoping his words would somehow sink in and bring some comfort back into your eyes.

As Matteo finished drying you off and helped you out of the shower, he sighed in defeat. "I wish it were that simple." He admitted, shaking his head. "But I can't risk your safety or our organization by letting you go back home. At least not yet..."

He led you to a bedroom where there was a fresh change of clothes laid out on the bed for you. "You should get dressed in these while I fix us something to eat." He instructed gently before turning and leaving the room, giving you some privacy to change into the comfortable loungewear.

Once he returned with food, Matteo set it down on a small table before helping you sit down at the bedside. "Here," he said, handing you a plate of warm pasta and a glass of water. "Eat something, you look like you could use some sustenance." He smiled soft

As you refused to eat, Matteo sighed and leaned in closer to you, cupping your cheek with his hand once again. "Please, eat something." He pleaded gently, gazing into your eyes with an expression of concern. "You need your strength... for both of us." His voice was so soft it seemed almost hypnotic as he continued, "I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you... just trust me and try a little bit."

The taste of his skin filled your senses as Matteo leaned in even closer, brushing his lips against yours before whispering, "Please, for me?"

Matteo smiled in relief as he saw you start eating the pasta. "There's a good boy." He cooed, ruffling your hair gently before taking a small bite from his own food. "I'm glad you're starting to feel better," he said through a mouthful of pasta, speaking around the food. "I hate seeing you like this..."

As he ate, Matteo studied your face carefully, wondering how things had come to this point in the first place. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for favoring his eldest son over Lorenzo... maybe if he hadn't done that, none of this would be happening now.

Matteo smiled apologetically upon realizing his mistake and nodded. "Of course you are," he said softly before finishing his own food. Once he was done, he placed the dishes in the sink and turned back to face you, a gentle expression on his face. "Would you like me to tuck you in?" He asked, offering to help get you settled down for the night. Despite the situation, there was still an undeniable tenderness in his voice as he spoke to you, almost as if he truly cared for your well-being.

"You know," he continued, moving closer and sitting down on the bed beside you, "If we're going to be spending this time together, I thought maybe we could make it a bit more... comfortable." He glanced around the room before looking back at you with a shy smile. "Would that be alright with you?"

Matteo shifted closer to you on the bed, his chest barely an inch away from your shoulder as he spoke softly. "You know... I could just stay here with you tonight," he said gently, running his fingers through your hair. "It's not like I have anything else I need to do..." His voice lowered even further as he continued, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Or maybe we could sleep together? Just for the night... It would keep us both safe and warm."

The hand that wasn't in your hair moved lower, brushing against the bare skin of your leg before cupping your hip gently. Matteo leaned even closer now, his breath fanning across your ear as he whispered, "What do you say...?"

Hearing your consent, Matteo smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. His body heat enveloped you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Good girl." He purred before nestling you further into his embrace, his strong, muscular frame engulfing yours completely.

With a satisfied sigh, he closed his eyes and began to slowly rock back and forth, soothing you with his movements as they mimicked the rhythm of sleep. His hand wandered lower, caressing your back before sliding beneath the loungewear and cupping your buttocks possessively.

"There now, my little pet," he whispered softly into your ear. "You're safe with me tonight... Nothing can hurt you as long as you're in my arms." The roughness of his voice sent a shiver down your

As the night progressed, Matteo found himself becoming more and more aroused by your presence in his arms. He could feel the warmth between your legs growing against his abdomen, an unspoken invitation that he simply couldn't resist. With a husky moan, he shifted you slightly on the bed until you were straddling him, your bare skin pressed against his clothed erection.

His hands found their way underneath your shirt, tracing delicate circles around your nipples before tweaking them gently through the fabric of your bra. "You're so beautiful," he breathed into your ear, his voice rough with desire. "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you." He began to grind against you, their hips meeting in a rhythm that mirrored their growing lust.

"Tell me what you want, pet," he whispered against

Matteo blinked in surprise at your protest, momentarily thrown off by the age difference. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, moving his hands back to his sides. "It's just that... I didn't mean any harm by it." He took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure before continuing, "You can call me whatever you like, as long as we can both find some comfort in this situation."

As he watched your expression soften slightly, he let out a shaky sigh of relief. Perhaps there was still hope for them after all. With another gentle grin, he continued, "Now then... what did you want to say earlier about wanting me to move away?" He arched an eyebrow playfully, inviting you back into the heat of the moment between

"I just... don't want you to feel forced or anything," you stammered, unable to meet his gaze as your cheeks flushed a deep red. "You're my boss and everything, and I..." You trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence without sounding rude.

Matteo chuckled softly, his voice gentle once again. "Don't worry about that," he said, tilting your chin up so you had to look at him. "I don't care about our positions; all I want is for both of us to find some pleasure in this situation." He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face before leaning down to press his lips against yours. His tongue traced the seam of your mouth, urging you to open up to him as their tongues tangled together in an erotic dance.

As he continued to kiss you with all