I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. novel Chapter 47

Madeleine

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡

This was... new.

I’d never been kissed like that before, never been touched like that—like I was something he couldn’t wait to get his hands on, like he had to have me right now, right here, or he’d lose his mind.

One second I was standing by the door, and the next, his arms were around me, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs dangled off the ground and I squeaked into his mouth, clinging to him on instinct. And still he kept kissing me.

My brain barely had time to catch up.

Somewhere in the blur, I saw Flan waddling over, curious and wobbly. Adriano pulled back just long enough to growl, “Not tonight, demon,” and nudged the door shut with his foot before Flan could follow us in.

It should’ve been funny, but I was too busy burning.

I didn’t know it could feel like this. I didn’t know someone could kiss you and carry you at the same time. Could press you so close you forgot where your body ended and his began. I didn’t know my skin could feel so hot or my heart so loud.

I didn’t know I liked being handled... like that. Like he knew exactly what he was doing and I just let him. Let him guide me. Take me.

He laid me down gently, like I was precious, but kissed me like I wasn’t and I was dizzy with it. It was overwhelming. And somehow... perfect.

His hands were warm when they slid beneath the hem of my shirt. I gasped, completely unsure whether I should stop him or help him.

My fingers fluttered uselessly near his collar before curling into the fabric. He was so calm, so sure of what he was doing. And I… I felt like I was standing at the edge of something I didn’t have a map for.

His lips were back on mine before I could ask any of the questions burning through my chest.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. His gaze roamed over my face, searching for something, checking. “You okay?” he murmured and I nodded quickly.

He leaned in again, mouth ghosting over my jaw, then my neck. My hands trembled slightly as they gripped his shoulders, unsure of where to touch, how to move, what was too much or not enough.

His palm spread across my stomach, slowly sliding upward. I closed my eyes. My head tilted back without meaning to. Every new place he touched felt like a secret being discovered, and I wanted to give them all to him. Every part.

And through all of it, through the thudding heartbeats and shaky breaths and whispered words, I kept thinking:

So this is what it feels like to be wanted.

An ache curled between my legs and I felt it so hard. That heat. That want. I rubbed my thighs together and felt slickness between them.

I was... embarrassed for a second because it was immediate. Too soon and too intense. What would he think of me... falling apart from just a kiss?

Carlos never made me feel this. Sometimes, sure, I’d get there eventually. But it was never this strong, this fast.

And now, I was wet just from the way Adriano kissed me. Just from the way he touched my waist. He hadn’t even undressed me. He hadn’t even whispered anything dirty. He didn’t have to. My body already knew.

I whimpered softly against his mouth, my cheeks flushing hot. I didn’t even know why it was happening so fast. It was embarrassing. It was, God, it was new.

And he felt it, I think. The way I tensed. The way I shifted. The way I clung to him, like if he pulled away, I’d beg him not to.

His hand slid under my thigh, pulling me closer, and I gasped because that friction made me feel it again. That pulse.

I buried my face in his neck, lips brushing his skin. “I—” I started, then stopped. What was I even trying to say? That I’d never felt this way before? That I didn’t know my body could do this from just kissing? That I wanted more but didn’t know how to ask for it?

“You’re shaking,” he whispered.

I was.

“I’ve just... never—” I began, voice small.

His gaze darkened as he watched me struggle for words. Then his hand slid up the side of my thigh, his fingers grazing the soft edge of my shorts.

“I know,” he murmured finally like he’d already read it in my skin, in my pulse like he could feel it trembling out of me.

I wasn’t afraid but my heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt.

He leaned in close, mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “You want me to stop?”

God, no.

I shook my head.

His hand flexed on my thigh.

“Then let me show you,” he said, “what it’s supposed to feel like.”

My skin lit up. My thighs pressed together on instinct. He hadn’t even done anything yet, not really. His hand slid higher, and my eyes fluttered shut again, breath hitching.

The only light in the room came from the soft, golden glow of the nightstand lamp and the shimmering reflection of Chicago’s skyline spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Skyscrapers looked beautiful in the distance, city lights cast patterns across the walls, catching in the lines of his jaw.

“Look at me,” he said, and I did—because I couldn’t not. Because when he spoke like that, the whole world seemed to narrow to just him.

His gaze dragged over my face “I’m going to take off all your clothes, Madeleine.”

A soundless gasp left from my parted lips.

He reached for the hem of my shirt with a slowness that made my skin burn. His knuckles brushed my stomach, as every nerve sparking to life. He slipped the fabric up and over my head, tossing it somewhere behind us without looking away from me for even a second.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, fingers grazing the side of my ribs gently.

“I don’t,” I whispered, heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

He shifted, legs bracketing mine as he pulled me up effortlessly. My skin pressed against his, bare thighs brushing his slacks, and I felt dizzy from how easy it all was for him, how in control he was without even trying.

His hands moved to my back, and with just two fingers, he unhooked my bra like he’d done it a hundred times before. It loosened around me, the straps slipping off my shoulders as he dragged it away.

The air hit my skin, cool compared to his warmth, and suddenly I was hyperaware of every inch of me, of how little there was left to hide. My heart thudded so loud I thought he could hear it.

I swallowed hard, breath catching in my throat. I didn’t cover myself, didn’t even try because before I could, his hands were already there. Big, warm, rough. He cupped my breasts with a kind of admiration that made my skin prickle.

His thumbs brushed over the hard peaks, sending sparks straight through me. My back hit the soft mattress again before I even realized it, a soft gasp slipping from my lips as heat bloomed low in my belly.

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