Emily

"Come here, butterfly, and ride me, don't let me die" he growls. I look him over; he has a perfect body, too perfect for his own good. I walk toward him and he stops me. "Strip for me, butterfly" a grin forms on his kissable lips. It's not like he hasn't seen me naked... I pull my socks off and I know it shouldn't be sexy but Mateo still whistle. My cheeks heat up. Next go my jeans, I turn around and he winces but soon groans when I bend down, giving him a view of my ass. "That is what I'm talking about" he whistles again, leaning against the headboard, pulling his arm behind his head.

"You like it?"

"Like?" he shakes his head. "Love is a better word" my heart stops a beat at the mention of love...I quickly make work of the t-shirt. "No bra?"

"Why would I? I haven't boobs like other girls"

"Don't say stuff like that" he gives them a glance and my nipples harden on instant. "You have amazing tits, just enough for my hands besides...I'm more of an ass-man anyways and fuck me sideways that you have one" I giggle, stepping toward the bed and straddle him. His hands immediately go to my hips, holding me still while he stars me in the eye and for the first time I see him, the real Mateo. As if he knows I saw that, he turns his head. "Never feel uncomfortable around me, Emily, never" and I kiss him. He groans, pulling me hard against his chest.

"Okay" I whisper.

"Good" he pulls away, leaning back, his hands gliding over my thighs and back up my hips.

"Still panties on..." he says like it pains him and without warning me he tear them, breaking the side like it wasn't a big deal.

"Mateo!" he gives me one of those grins that should be illegal; the one with the dimple on the corner, it makes me crazy! He shoves the panties aside.

"Let your husband do what he has to do; fucking the life out of you" he sucks my neck, licking my pulse what beats faster than it should. I pull away.

"C'mon, I'm sorry, I will buy-" I push him down until his back hits the mattress and I sit right on his dick. "Oh...I see" he holds me waist. "You want to take control, don't you little butterfly?" I don't give him an answer; instead I move my hips up and down, rocking my wet pussy against his hard dick. He groans and curses. I kiss him but soon lower, kissing his jaw and then his neck. One of his hand moves to my ass, squeezing, while the other plays with my nipples. I let out a small moan of pleasure. Sucking his neck, feeling his steady heartbeat underneath me, I move but nor letting him in, yet...

"Where's the condom?" I ask him out of breath.

"Condom?" he rocks his hips to now. "Do we need them? I want to feel you bare, Emily..." yeah, I too, besides I'm on birth control, so I don't need t worry when-

"-Ah..." I moan when his hand find my clit, he squeezes and pull on it. I sit up, steadying myself by placing both my hands on his hard chest.

"Ride me, butterfly" and I do. I position myself, lining his dick with my entrance. Teasing him a bit by letting the tip in but soon pulling away, he groans. "If you don't do it fast, then I will take matters in my own hands" and I sink, hard, fast and deeper than before. We both groan when I move; first slower, just to tease him but I can't, I move faster and faster. He plays with my tits, squeezing and pulling my nipples until they are hard and aching for more. "Fuck!" he yells and then he sits up. One of his hands slips up my back, tangling in my hair and pulling on it. I let out a moan; it hurts but so hot at the same time. He pulls my hair again so my neck in on display, then he sucks on that one spot that makes me see stars.

"Mateo..." I move faster and faster, the orgasm forming in my core. "I'm close" I yell and one of his hands goes between us. Lowering until it makes contact with my throbbing clit. "Fuck! Mateo!" he rolls it between his fingers, playing with it like he is the only one who knows how it works and to be honest, he is. I see my orgasm coming. "Mateo, I'm-" he cuts me off by kissing and I moan in him but they're muffled by the kiss. My body is limp when he trusts exact 3 times before he groans with the force of his release...

His hand teasingly moves up and down my arm when we lay in bed. My head is against his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat while our legs are tangle in each other. He stares at a invisible spot in the distance.

"What are you looking at?" I ask him, trying to sit up but he doesn't let me.

"Nothing" he replies drunk.

"What have drank today?" I needed to asked, he came drunk as well at the game. He thought I didn't notice but I'm not a fool, I know when my husband is different.

"Do you want to truth?" I nod and he sighs. "First I had some whiskey...then some whiskey and probably after that one too..."

"Why?" I place my hand on his chest, tracing the tattoo on it.

"I felt like shit today, that's why..." he turns his attention to me. "Do you want to why I was drunk?"

"Yes..."

"Because I knew, even when I was drunk, you would take care of me..." my heart melt at that sentence. I sit up and kiss him on the lips, deep and passionate.

"I will always do that..." and that's the truth, I will always take care of him, no matter what. He smiles in the kiss, pulling my up his body, not sitting on it but just drape over his.

"I know..." a sudden idea comes in my head. He is drunk and probable won't remember a thing tomorrow so...

"You know what we should do?"

"Fucking you in every corner of the room?" he replies with a grin and I feel my cheeks warm up. Why did I know Mateo would answer that?

"No...We should ask questions" he arches a brow.

"I'm not doing truth or dare with you"

"No! Just question you want to ask me and vice versa" he nods.

"Alright than..." he pulls my off him, turning my body so my back is against his front. "I'll start..." he thinks for a moment. "...most embarrassing moment"

"I...I once caught Stephanie and Ben in my room..." I say, cheeks heating up.

"In your room? Didn't she had her owns?"

"She did, but I don't really know why there. I just came home one day and BOOM, there they were"

"Did you see his junk!?" Mateo tense up behind me. Did I hear jealousy there?

"What if I did?"

"Did you?" his arms around my waist tightens and I laugh.

"No I didn't see his junk" he relaxes and nods. "My turn..." I think about what I should ask... "Tell me something nobody in this world know"

"Okay..." he starts and it surprises me, I never thought he would agree so fast. "If somebody knows this, then I will kill you" he whispers in my ear and a shivers run up my spine.

"I won't, promise!"

"I can't ride the bike..." I gasp and turn my head.

"What!?" his cheeks are a little red. "Don't tell me that the Mateo El Ricci, the Mafia boss, the one everyone in this damn world is scared off, can't ride a bike?"

"Don't tell a soul" he says and I giggle, going back to my position in his arms. I keep giggling and he slaps my ass. "Stop before I punish you, Butterfly"

"Okay, Okay...I stop"

"Now my turn...Why don't you tell me something nobody knows?"

"I'm obsessed with Christmas..."

"Obsessed?"

"Yeah...at my uncles house, Christmas is celebrated with him, his wife and Stephanie, I never was included..." I think back at that thought. "I would spend it alone in my room or with Bella, but her family is as fucked up as mine, so it was difficult. When my parents were still alive, we used to spend it big, a Christmas tree was a must. Dad would bring them home around the 20th and then I could decorate it; it was so much fun" Mateo's hand rest on my arm, comforting me when tears fall. "Mom would make cookies, I would decorate them as well and dad would eat all of them" I laugh. "Good times..."

"Do you miss them?" he asks and I nod.

"Everyday..." he turns me so our fronts meet and pulls me against his chest, holding me there while I cry. After 5 minutes I stop, smiling up me. "When Christmas arrives I will decorate the whole place, even the bathroom" he grins.

"Do that, the place is boring anyways" now I laugh.

"How was Christmas with your family?" he looks away.

"When we were young, dad and mom used to spent Christmas with us, it was me and Olivia at the beginning but soon Celeb came along...Liam never spent Christmas at the El Ricci Mansion..." I feel the sadness. "After I became 18 everything went to hell, our patents doesn't celebrate it anymore, Dad slept with a lot of woman and choose to spent time with them. Mom got in a depression, Olivia took care of her most of the time...So it was me, Celeb and Enzo...as son of the mafia we all did stupid thing, we didn't gave a shit about the world-"

"-What would you do?" he shrugs a shoulder.

"The usual stuff, fighting, drugs, drinking. It's something we did when we where little, but I mean...What would they do? Putting us is prison? We are the children of the men who ruled that place..." he sighs. "I'm not very proud of what we did, but we can't change that. We are born in this world...I never knew another way to live..."

"Aren't you interested to be... I don't know...Like the normal people?"

"Is it weird that I'm not interested?" I shake my head. "I may have lived a shit- and dangerous life, but I'm grateful for what I have and what I've become, I wouldn't change a thing..." I hear him chuckle.

"What?"

"I don't know...I just find it funny that I knew how to use a gun before I even know the alphabet" my body tense. "Don't worry, butterfly, I will never hurt you"

"Even when I tell your story about the bike" now he tenses.

"Well... That's an exception; I have a reputation to hold" I giggle.

"Mateo, can I ask you something personal?"

"I guess I can't stop you" I roll over, looking him in the eye.

"What was your life like with Kath?" It's a stupid question but I need to know; I've been dying to know since that conversation with Liam. He sighs.

"Kath was my first...She and I meet via our dads, it was an arrange marriage, something she and I didn't knew but we went for it anyways. What we had is in the past, I want you I know that before I continue" I nod. "At the beginning of our relationship, I thought she was the one, everything was perfect between us, we enjoy time together, mostly sex but still, we spend time...But everything changed when I heard I had a change to follow dad is his footsteps. We all thought it would be Enzo taking over but guess it's me and when I heard that, I trained a lot, became the man dad wanted me to be, a perfect leader but that took a lot of time. Kath wasn't so happy about that, she wanted me for herself and I was hers..." my heart dips at the mention she claimed him once. "...Yes, I went to clubs but I never touched a girl, I was in love with her, I told her that a lot but she couldn't take it, so she changed too" he closes his eyes. "She began to use the money I make, buy herself expensive things, go on vacation without me and drank a lot... until she ignore me, we didn't text anymore, and talking is something rare, let's not talk about that she didn't slept in the same bed with me; so we broke up. I couldn't live with her anymore, being ignored by the woman you love hurts..."

"I get it..." he smiles.

"I don't need your sympathy, butterfly...but yeah, it needed to stop..." his hand clenches at my waist, hurting me a little. "One night I found out Enzo and she had an affair behind my back, I was so stupid to realize that. Every time she went on vacation, Enzo was gone too. She going to the bar, he went to. Those two had been fucking behind my back until I caught them, in my house, my bed. I could have killed that son of a bitch"

"But you didn't, why?"

"I was the victim, not him...I went to NY the same night, making clear to my dad everything was over and that I needed time to think. When I was here, I thought about everything...later I found out Enzo was as much of a victim as me, Kath used him to get to me but we couldn't tell the truth to anyone so we told everyone another story...but I think you know that one" I startle at that, how does he- "-you would never ask if you didn't know the other story" he relaxes. "That is how it went...I don't forgive Enzo for that but I can live with him, but Kath..." he sighs. "She tried to kill herself after she heard I wanted to marry you"

"She what?

"You heard me, she tried but she couldn't, her love for me was too strong, or that's what she told me"

"Do you still love her?" I ask, hoping that he would say 'no'.

"I loved her...not anymore...she broke me...she broke me so hard that I don't even know if I'm capable of loving anyone again" my heart sinks, a sudden pain I shouldn't feel deep in there. Why does it hurt so much? "I'm sorry, butterfly, but love was never a part of this deal" and with that, the night ended... how did it go from good to bad...