Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

POV: Aria

The room was hot. Not from the weather, but from what had just happened between me

and Matteo.

I was still on the desk, legs shaky, hair a mess, lips swollen from kissing him like I couldn’t breathe without him. My heart was pounding in my chest. My thighs still trembled.

And then Chiara’s voice came from the hallway.

“Aria? Sweetheart, are you here?”

I panicked.

I jumped off the desk so fast I almost lost my balance. Matteo caught me by the waist and smirked, like none of this bothered him at all. Like we hadn’t just nearly gotten caught in the middle of something insane.

He looked calm. Too calm.

I glared at him. He just raised a brow and tilted his head like he was enjoying watching me freak out.

I quickly fixed my dress, brushed my fingers through my hair, and wiped my lips. I felt too warm, too shaky. Matteo stepped back and leaned against the desk, arms folded like he was just watching a show.

I cleared my throat and called out, “Yeah, I’m in the office!”

Seconds later, Chiara burst in, holding a small shopping bag and waving her phone around.

“Oh my God, Aria, you won’t believe it,” she said, walking straight into the room without even glancing at Matteo. “I saw the most perfect dress at the mall today–like, actually perfect. It had lace, an open back, and those little pearl buttons you like? Ugh, and guess what? Some other girl grabbed it right before I could!”

I smiled weakly and tried to nod like I was listening. “Oh… wow.”

Chiara kept talking. She was pacing a little, hands flying as she described the dress in detail.

But I couldn’t focus.

Because Matteo had moved again. Quietly.

He stepped behind me while Chiara rambled on, and I felt his hand graze the back of my thigh. My whole body froze for a second.

He didn’t stop.

His fingers slid up, slow and light, under the edge of my dress. I held my breath.

Chiara was still talking. Still complaining about the dress. Still clueless.

I swallowed hard and tried to focus on her words, but Matteo’s hand moved higher. His fingers brushed over my pussy. He touched the soft skin just beside it, then retreated like nothing happene

Then he did it again.

Chapter 158

I nearly jumped.

His hand moved like he knew exactly what he was doing, sliding between my thighs with slow confidence, He didn’t rush. He didn’t asi touched, firm and steady, watching how my body reacted. My breathing changed almost instantly, sharp and uneven. His fingers (on edges of my underwear, tugging slightly, like he was testing how far I’d let him go without a word. I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t Even movement made my stomach tighten, heat rushing through me. He didn’t say anything either just kept watching my face, faking in ivery gasp, every twitch, like he was memorizing it. When his fingers finally dipped lower, I gripped the edge of the desk, hard. My legs tented. around his hand, and he smirked like he’d won something. Everything he did was slow, controlled, and on purpose – like this was all a carpe him, and I was already losing.

1 pressed my palms against the desk to stay steady. My legs were turning to jelly. I couldn’t look at him. I just stared straight at Chiura and tried to act normal.

His pressed on of his fingers against my aching bud, rubbing slow, long, torturous circles, I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, He repeated the motion over and over again, his fingers dragged lazily from my clit to my folds, using theiquid that had escaped to rub me. I let out a breathy moan and quickly disguised it as a cough.

His fingers suddenly pumped inside me, pumping slowly. He was torturing me an he was enjoying this. Oh god.

I but my lip to prevent any sound from escaping. This was so so wrong. I loved it.

I tried to keep still, to act like nothing was happening, but it was impossible. Every time his fingers moved, a soft jolt shot up my spine. I clenched my jaw, trying not to make a sound, but he knew exactly what he was doing – dragging it out, building it up. My body was betraying me completely. I was barely breathing, trying to focus on anything else, but his hand kept moving, deeper, firmer. My thighs kept twitching, and his other hand pressed down on my hip to keep me from squirming. He leaned in closer, lips brushing against my ear as he whispered something low I couldn’t even process. I just nodded, barely holding on. It felt like my brain had shut off and all that was left was him what he was doing to me, how he was watching me fall apart without even saying a word.

“Do you want to come back to the mall with me later?” Chiara asked suddenly.

I blinked. “Uh… yeah. Sure.”

Matteo’s fingers slipped under the edge of my underwear. I sucked in a sharp breath and hoped she didn’t hear it.

“Great!” Chiara smiled. “I’m gonna go change into something cute first. Be back in ten!”

She turned and walked out without a clue.

The door closed.

I let out a shaky breath and finally looked at Matteo.

“You’re insane,” I whispered.

He smiled lazily and pulled me into his lap again like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of it,” he said, voice low against my ear.

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