[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 219: Worth Risking Everything For

He nudged Adrian’s nose with his own. "My spoiled brat. My stubborn menace. But above all... I love you more because you’re my happy pill. No matter how bad my day is, you’re the one thing that always makes it better."

Adrian couldn’t help but giggle, a pure, breathless sound that echoed in the quiet night air. He tightened his grip on Matteo’s neck, his eyes shining. "I’m falling in love with you over and over again."

"Me too," Matteo murmured.

Reaching the side of the gleaming sports car, Matteo carefully lowered Adrian to his feet. But the moment Adrian’s bare toes touched the asphalt, he didn’t step back. Instead, he pressed his entire body flush against Matteo’s, his hands sliding up the smooth leather of Matteo’s racing jacket. His eyes went dark with sudden, intense desire.

"You look so hot right now," Adrian whispered, his breath hitching as he locked eyes with him. "I want you to fuck me right here."

Matteo’s grip tightened on Adrian’s waist, his protective instincts instantly flaring. He glanced back toward the parked SUVs. "Baby, my men are right here. And it’s risky out in the open place like this—"

Adrian didn’t let him finish. He surged forward, capturing Matteo’s lips in a fiercely possessive kiss, before murmuring against his mouth, "Aren’t I worth risking everything for?"

Matteo stared down at him, his resolve completely shattering under the weight of Adrian’s gaze.

There was no fighting it anymore; he belonged to this man entirely. "You’re worth dying for," Matteo growled softly.

Without breaking eye contact, Matteo raised a single hand and gave a sharp, definitive signal to the lead vehicle behind them.

The head of security immediately understood the unspoken command. Matteo gave a brief nod, instructing them to clear the immediate perimeter but maintain a secure distance.

Silently and professionally, the headlights of the security convoy shifted as the men backed the SUVs down the highway, driving just far enough to grant their boss absolute privacy under the open sky while keeping a watchful eye from afar.

The moment the taillights of the security convoy vanished down the highway, a heavy, charged silence fell over the empty road, leaving just the two of them under the vast night sky.

Matteo’s gaze darkened as he looked at Adrian. Reaching out, he wrapped his hands around Adrian’s waist, spinning him around so his back was pressed against the sleek framework of the new sports car. He tried to pin him against the chassis, but as they shifted, Matteo paused.

The aerodynamic car was incredibly low to the ground, built for high speeds, not for this. There was no way they could make this work comfortably on the exterior.

Matteo leaned down, his forehead resting against Adrian’s as his breathing turned shallow. "I’m completely hard right now, baby," he growled softly, his hands gripping Adrian’s hips. "But out here against the frame, it’s too low. It won’t be comfortable for the kind of fantasy we both crave."

Reaching behind Adrian, Matteo popped the passenger door open. "Get inside," he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. "Let’s go home."

Adrian pouted, his fingers curling into the lapels of Matteo’s leather jacket as he resisted. "No, baby," he whispered seductively, tilting his head up. "I told you I want you to fuck me under the stars."

Matteo let out a low chuckle, his thumb tracing Adrian’s jawline. "The rooftop at the estate is completely open to the sky, directly under the stars, and it’ll be a hell of a lot more comfortable for that fantasy."

Adrian looked into Matteo’s eyes, weighing his options. He wanted to be stubborn and push his luck, but he didn’t want to ruin the intense, heavy mood building between them. Giving in with a wicked smile, he finally nodded. "Alright, baby."

Adrian stepped into the plush interior, sinking into the passenger seat. Matteo closed the door securely before walking around to the driver’s side and sliding behind the wheel.

As soon as Matteo settled in, Adrian shifted in his seat. He lifted his bare legs, stretching them across the center console and resting his feet comfortably on Matteo’s lap.

Matteo looked down at the pale legs draped over his thigh, an amused smile tugging at his lips as he started the engine.

"Is that going to be comfortable for you, riding like that?"

"Yes, baby," Adrian purred, flashing him a brilliant, shameless smile. He shifted his weight slightly, deliberately sliding his bare foot up Matteo’s thigh to rub against his growing hardness, tracing the rigid line beneath his trousers with a slow, seductive pressure.

Matteo let out a sharp gasp, his grip tightening instantly on the steering wheel as a jolt of heat shot straight down his spine. "Baby, behave," he warned, his voice straining for control. "You know I need to drive us back in one piece."

Adrian chuckled, highly satisfied with the immediate reaction, before finally pulling his foot back just an inch. "Alright, baby."

Matteo ran a warm, heavy hand up Adrian’s calf, giving it a gentle squeeze before they both clicked their seatbelts into place.

Then he wrapped one hand around the steering wheel, shifted gears, and pressed down on the accelerator.

Adrian had always considered himself a fast driver, but Matteo was in a league of his own.

The sports car roared to life, its powerful engine rumbling through the night as Matteo effortlessly pushed it down the empty highway. Streetlights flashed past in a blur while the city faded behind them and they sped toward home.

Quick note: We will be continuing this part of the story from Adrian’s POV to give a deeper look into his thoughts, emotions, and experiences. I hope you enjoy seeing things through his eyes.

~Adrian’s POV~

The ride back was a blur of speed, and the moment the tires screeched to a halt in the courtyard, we didn’t waste a single second.

Matteo gave a sharp, silent nod to his men, a quiet command to keep their distance and secure the perimeter. From this point on, it was just the two of us.

We took the private elevator straight to the mansion rooftop. When the doors slid open, the space was dark, the massive structural canopy overhead sealing it from the night.

But Matteo pulled a small remote from a corner and pressed a button. With a smooth, mechanical hum, the heavy panels began to retract, sliding away in perfect silence until the entire rooftop was cleared, exposing us to the vast, ink-black sky and a canopy of brilliant, cold stars.

The view was breathtaking, but I care more about Matteo than the stars now. I turned to Matteo, wrapping my arms around his neck as I crashed my lips against his, aggressively capturing his lower lip and sucking on it.

He groaned into my mouth, his hands instantly gripping my waist with a fierce desperation. Without breaking the kiss, my hands scrambled at the buttons of his shirt, helping him out of his jacket and throwing the fabric onto the floor, and he did the same for me until our upper bodies were bare.

The moment Matteo’s broad chest was exposed to the cool night air, my senses went entirely into overdrive. I lowered my lips from his mouth, trailing hot, wet kisses down his jawline, down his throat, straight to the part of his body that had driven me completely insane the very first time I saw him naked.

The moment Matteo’s broad chest was exposed to the cool night air, my senses went entirely into overdrive. I lowered my lips from his mouth, trailing hot, wet kisses down his jawline, down his throat, straight to the part of his body that had driven me completely insane the very first time I saw him naked.

I love my man’s chest. I love the solid weight of it, the power behind it. And even though Matteo’s chest was sculpted from pure, unyielding muscle rather than soft flesh, there wasn’t a single day I saw him shirtless without instantly getting hard.

I loved grabbing him there, craving the feel of his solid weight under my palms.