Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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Emily's lips parted as she blinked at the powerful, mesmerizing man before her. It was as if a spell had been cast, encasing them both in a euphoric bubble. When she didn't say a word, Matteo took a step closer, gently grabbing her arm and pulling her into his embrace.

"I'm not going anywhere, mon amour," he murmured softly, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. "I'm sorry you had to face all those hardships, but I promise you-I'll make everyone pay for what they did to you," he vowed, his words laced with fierce determination. "But please, don't punish me like this by being angry and pushing me away." He held her close, looking deep into her blue doe eyes and willing her to see the sincerity in his gaze.

"So you mean I can't even be angry at you?" Emily pouted, her frustration melting away in an instant under the charm of this relentless attorney. He really was a master at winning arguments-but he was her charming lawyer, she thought, biting her bottom lip to hide a smile.

Matteo sighed in relief as he saw Emily's face soften, a hint of a smile breaking through.

"You have every right to be angry with me, mon amour," Matteo murmured. "Fight with me, yell at me if you need to-but don't leave me. I don't know what I'd do if you did that again. I swear, I'd die." His voice dropped, intense and vulnerable, his gaze holding hers with undeniable sincerity.

Swiftly, Emily placed her soft, small palm over his mouth, shaking her head. "Don't say that again," she whispered, her eyes wide with the visible fear of losing him.

Matteo kissed the inside of her palm and, with a gentle smile, took her hand in his larger one.

"Then don't ever leave me again," he proposed, his voice both a plea and a vow. Emily couldn't help but smile, her gaze softening as she nodded, signaling her agreement.

*Okay," was all she could manage, her heart swelling with an overwhelming love for the man before her. Matteo pulled her into a tight embrace, and as she rested her head against his chest, he placed a tender kiss on her temple. His sigh was one of pure relief. Tucking her head beneath his chin, he finally felt a sense of peace as his heartbeat resumed its normal pace, steady and sure.

Alessandro and Aria smiled as they watched Matteo and Emily, completely lost in their love for one another. Aria, resting all her weight against Alessandro's solid frame, leaned into his arms and tilted her head up to gaze at her mafia husband.

"They're so sweet," she said, her voice thick with emotion. Alessandro chuckled softly and pressed a gentle- kiss to her lips, fully aware of how sentimental his beautiful wife could be.

"Happy now?!" he asked, a warm smile spreading across his face as he looked down at the love of his life.

Aria nodded, returning his warm smile.

"So," Alessandro murmured, his voice low and teasing, can I take you to the room and pick up where we left off?" His eyes gleamed with desire, and Aria blushed, nodding shyly.

She also craved her hot mafia husband, eager to know how else he could please her without being rough, especially since the doctor had advised him to be gentle during the intercourse.

Alessandro swept Aria into his arms in a bridal carry, causing her to gasp as her eyes darted toward Emily's room. A hint of worry crossed her mind-what might Emily and Matteo think of this sudden display of affertio u Alessandro didn't seem to race His only forms was on her showing his love without refraint

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Fortunately, Matteo and Emily, deeply absorbed in their own moment, remained oblivious to the Italian don's open adoration of his wife.

Once inside their room, Alessandro closed the door behind them and brought Aria directly to the bed, laying her down gently. A soft whimper escaped her lips, filled with anticipation. Her nerves fluttered, and heat radiated through her body, igniting a fire within. Alessandro pulled back slightly, taking a moment to steady himself as he gazed at her. Controlling his burning desire to take her right then and there was a challenge. He knew he had to be patient and gentle, but it was the hardest thing to do when faced with this enchanting goddess who drove him to the brink of madness, making him want to worship her body with everything he had.

Aria, growing impatient, extended her hand toward her husband. "What are you doing just standing there? Touch me, please!" she urged, her voice full of longing.

"Fuck!" Alessandro groaned, her desperate plea igniting a fierce desire within him. "You'll be the death of me, piccola tentatrice."

He leaned in, placing one knee on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress beneath them. Taking both her hands in one of his, he gently pinned them above her head, his other hand braced beside her. Then, with a fierce, unrestrained hunger, he brought his lips to hers, feeling her soft gasp of pleasure as he deepened the kiss, lost in the intensity of the moment.