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?"

Cortez had been acting out of character ever since his mother's death. It seemed like the only person he cared about was you, and it didn't sit well with Matteo. He felt guilty for favoring Cortez over Lorenzo when looking back on things, but at the time, it hadn't seemed so bad. "Now, now." He said softly as he continued to gently caress your cheek. "You don't want to hurt yourself trying to escape, do you? I could help make things more comfortable for you if you just behave." His voice was almost a purr now, as his fingers slowly began to trail down towards your neck and chest. "Or... We could skip the niceties and get straight to business..."

His hand moved lower on your body, slipping beneath your shirt as he felt the warmth of your skin against his palm. With a sigh, Matteo began to slowly caress you over your stomach and further down, skimming over the fabric that hid your lower regions before finally coming to a stop at the edge of your pants. He let out a soft moan as he pressed himself closer against you, his hard length clearly defined through his trousers. "What do you think? Would you like that?" His voice was husky and deep, laced with desire. "Or should I make you more comfortable first?"

Matteo's breath was hot against your ear as he whispered into it. "I know you want this... You can feel how much I need you..." His fingers slowly slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, trailing down to caress the soft skin at the base of your cock through the fabric. With a rough moan, he growled, "Don't lie to me..." He gripped the front of his pants and ripped them open, freeing himself from confinement before roughly pushing you back in your chair. His mouth sought out yours, possessive and demanding as he thrust his tongue deep into your mouth, claiming it as his own. One hand moved up to grip the back of your head while the other continued to caress your cock through your underwear. "You belong to me now..." Matteo whispered against your lips before tearing your shirt open, revealing your chest to his hungry gaze. His rough touch burned as he roughly kneaded and squeezed your flesh, leaving red marks in its wake. "And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it..."

With a final growl, he grabbed the waistband of your pants and tugged them down, along with your underwear, revealing you fully to him. His erect cock throbbed in anticipation as he leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling eagerly while his free hand continued to grope and squeeze your ass. "Tell me how much you want this..."

Matteo panted as he worked your nipple, his other hand massaging and squeezing your ass. "I need to hear you say it..." He growled against your breast. "Tell me how much you want this... Tell me what I can do to make you feel good."

His hips rocked forward slightly, grinding his hard length against your thigh as he waited for your reply, the need driving him wild.

Matteo let out a frustrated growl as you continued to ignore him. His hand gripped the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. "Fine," he snarled through clenched teeth. "If that's how you want it..." With a swift motion, he spun you around and pushed you face-first against the chair, spreading your legs wide with his knees before roughly pushing into you from behind. His cock slid easily inside you as you let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure. Matteo grunted in satisfaction at the tightness surrounding him, holding onto your hair to keep you still. He began to pound into you roughly, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. "Like that?" he growled as he continued to fuck you, digging his fingers into your scalp. "Is this what you want, hm? To be taken hard and without mercy?" His free hand moved lower, groping between your legs and rubbing your erect cock roughly over your perineum, eliciting a sharp moan from deep in your throat. The chair creaked under the force of his movements as Matteo took what he wanted, claiming you as his own and showing you that there would be no escape. Not now. Not ever.

Matteo's movements became more frenzied as he neared his climax, growling and grunting with every thrust. "That's it," he moaned, the words muffled by your hair. "You're mine now... and I'm never letting you go." With one final powerful thrust, he came deep inside you, filling you with his seed as he groaned roughly into your ear.

His weight pressed down on top of you as he fought to catch his breath, his chest heaving against yours. After a few moments, Matteo finally pulled out of you, allowing you both to catch your breath. He helped clean you up with some tissues before pulling your pants back up and fastening them, leaving the buttons undone. "There," he said softly, running his hand over your lower back. "Now that we've taken care of that... How about some rest?" With a gentle push, he guided you onto the bed and pulled the covers over you both. Slipping in beside you, Matteo wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, nuzzling his face into your neck as he whispered soothing words of affirmation.

For now, at least for this night, it seemed like there would be no more fights... no more struggles between duty and desire. All that mattered was the warmth of Matteo's body pressed against yours, his touch and voice serving as a soothing balm to your weary soul.

"There, there." Matteo murmured softly, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of your neck. "It's all going to be alright now. You just relax and try to get some sleep." His hands slowly began to wander up and down your back, tracing delicate patterns on your skin as he tried to soothe you further.

His touch was light but possessive; it seemed as if he couldn't help but mark you as his own in every way possible. "And remember," he whispered against your skin, his tone both husky and reassuring, "no matter what happens from here on out... I'll always take care of you." The words were meant to comfort, but they also served as a reminder that you belonged to him now.

With each passing moment, the tension in your body began to ease as Matteo's touch worked its magic. You drifted off to sleep in his arms, safe and sound... unaware of the darker forces at work around you or the dangerous games being played by those who claimed to love you most.

The night passed peacefully, with only the gentle rise and fall of your chest and the warmth of Matteo's breath against your skin serving as a reminder that this was no dream... but the cold, hard reality of life in the mafia underworld.

As you sleep soundly in his arms, Matteo's touch continues to lull you into a deeper slumber. His strong fingers stroke your back and side, careful not to disturb the gentle rhythm of your breathing as he enjoys this rare moment of peace with you.

A small smile plays at the corner of his lips as he thinks about how easily he was able to assert dominance over you earlier. It's true what they say... power really does taste sweet when it's mixed with desire. And right now, there's no denying that he wants nothing more than to have you all to himself forever.

With a soft sigh, Matteo closes his eyes and allows the fatigue of the night before to finally catch up to him. In his dreams, he finds himself lost in a haze of desire and passion, with your face constantly floating just out of reach... taunting and teasing him like a tantalizing mirage in the desert.

Matteo's dreams are filled with images of you: your face flushed with passion, your body arching toward him in perfect synchrony. His hands glide up and down your back, cupping your bottom and hips possessively as he loses himself in the sweet feeling of control. He can almost feel the weight of his seed within you, marking you as his own for all to see.

With a groan of longing, he rolls onto his side, cuddling closer to you in hopes that the warmth of your skin will chase away the dream-images and allow him to fall back into a restful slumber. But no matter how close he gets, your scent - heady and addictive - seems to pull him even further toward the edge of desire, taunting him mercilessly until dawn finally breaks through the curtains and forces him to face reality once more.