Matteo suddenly reached out and gently held Adrian’s face in his hand, forcing him to look at him properly.

Then he asked calmly: "Who is Kelly to you?"

The moment the question left Matteo’s mouth.

Adrian froze completely.

Shock instantly filled his face.

For a brief moment, fear almost overwhelmed Adrian, but he quickly pushed it aside the moment he reminded himself who was sitting in front of him.

This was Matteo.

His Man.

And if there was one person Adrian knew how to calm down better than anyone else, it was him.

Slowly, Adrian reached up and carefully held Matteo’s injured hand first.

"Don’t stress your hand," he murmured.

Then he took Matteo’s other hand and slowly placed it against his own neck before leaning closer slightly.

Adrian’s voice became softer afterward. More seductive.

"It’s been a while since I’ve seen you jealous," he whispered teasingly. "I kinda missed that side of you."

Matteo didn’t bite. His expression remained hard. "I’m being serious, Adrian."

"I know," Adrian replied immediately.

But instead of pulling away, he slowly guided Matteo’s hand lower against his throat while staring directly into his eyes.

"That’s why we should get home, Daddy," Adrian whispered against his ear. "So you can take all that frustration out on me. Choke me... use me however you want... I’m all yours. I’m ready to serve you tonight."

For a second, Matteo immediately looked away toward the window, clearly trying to hide the effect Adrian’s words were having on him.

Adrian noticed it instantly and smiled faintly.

"Don’t be jealous, Daddy," he murmured. "Kelly is nobody to me."

Matteo slowly looked back at him again.

Adrian leaned closer.

"I don’t know who the hell he thinks he is, but I do know my boyfriend looks insanely hot when he’s jealous."

"Stop it, Adrian," Matteo warned. "I’m angry right now."

Adrian only moved closer until his lips brushed near Matteo’s ear.

"Then use that anger on in bed," he whispered seductively. "Take me in every position you’ve been thinking about. I’m yours."

His fingers slowly brushed against Matteo’s chest afterward.

"Because Kelly means absolutely nothing to me," Adrian murmured. "He keeps disturbing me, but I already told him I’m completely in love with my jealous mafia boss."

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"My one and only Matteo."

The tension in Matteo’s body slowly weakened after hearing that.

Adrian rested his head lightly against him. "You’re mine, Matteo. I don’t care what the world calls you. If they say you’re dangerous, let them. To me, you’re the best man I’ve ever known and the sweetest soul I’ve ever loved."

That was the moment Matteo’s hand finally relaxed completely.

A long breath slowly left him as some of the tension in his body faded away.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring at Adrian carefully before finally speaking. "I’m sorry," he murmured. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you."

Adrian smiled. "It’s okay, Daddy. I know you don’t joke around when it comes to me. But seriously... Kelly is just stubborn. He means nothing to me."

Adrian leaned closer and whispered against Matteo’s ear, "Because you’re the only man I love, Daddy. I love you so much."

Matteo looked directly into his eyes.

"I love you more."

And just like that, the two of them kissed slowly inside the moving car.

When they finally pulled apart, Adrian’s fingers gently brushed against Matteo’s injured hand.

"How’s your hand now?" he asked.

Matteo glanced down briefly. "It’s healing," he replied. "Compared to what I’ve dealt with before... this is nothing."

Adrian frowned. "I don’t care," Adrian said, "I don’t want to see you getting hurt like this again."

"Okay, baby. I’ll be more careful," Matteo promised.

A few seconds of silence passed.

Then suddenly Adrian smirked faintly.

"So..." he murmured teasingly. "Can I at least get a really good fuck tonight?"

Matteo immediately looked at him.

Adrian leaned closer shamelessly.

"I don’t care if it’s slow or rough," he whispered. "I just want you to spend the entire night hitting that spot that drives me crazy."

Matteo groaned, his hand sliding down Adrian’s waist. "You’re making me hard right now, Adrian," he muttered. "Be careful what you ask for, because you’re acting extremely naughty tonight, and I’m already losing my mind."

Adrian smiled without shame.

"Good," he whispered. "I want to be completely nasty for you so you never look at anybody else except me."

Matteo immediately held his gaze. "I don’t need anyone but you."

The atmosphere inside the car instantly became heavier after that.

Slowly, Matteo grabbed Adrian’s hand and guided it against the obvious hardness beneath his pants. "You’re seriously making me horny right now," he admitted quietly.

Adrian bit back a smile. "Same here, Daddy."

"In front of the car, the driver and Harry kept their eyes fixed straight ahead, as if they were completely invisible to everything happening behind them."

Meanwhile, Adrian slowly rubbed Matteo’s pants while quietly explaining everything properly.

How Kelly approached him.

The food he sent to the studio. And how he suddenly appeared again inside the restaurant afterward.

"He just suddenly appears everywhere," Adrian muttered. "And honestly... It’s starting to bother me."

As Adrian continued talking, his hand slowly wrapped around Matteo’s hard cock through the trousers.

At the same time, Matteo brushed Adrian’s hair back gently with his fingers before speaking in a low voice.

"If he shows up again," Matteo said calmly, "send me one text message, and I’ll be there."

His eyes darkened afterward. "I want him to tell me directly what exactly he wants with my man."

A faint smile immediately appeared on Adrian’s lips.

By now, the tension between them had already completely changed.

The jealousy, possessiveness, and dirty teasing between them slowly built up until both of them were hard in the backseat.

Slowly, they leaned closer and started kissing again.

Adrian’s fingers tightened against Matteo’s cock while he whispered near his ear,

"I can’t wait to get home."

Matteo stared at him for a second before replying quietly,

"Same here."

The two of them looked at each other afterward, both already knowing exactly what they wanted the moment they reached home.

And that realization alone made them smile.

Not long after, they finally arrived home.

The moment they stepped inside the mansion, several people immediately greeted them, including Mark and Tony.

But neither Matteo nor Adrian stopped walking.

They continued walking quickly toward the stairs.

Mark frowned slightly while watching them disappear toward the stairs.

"Why are they in such a hurry?" Mark asked in confusion before turning toward Harry.

Harry immediately bowed his head respectfully. "I’m sorry, sir," he replied. "That situation is beyond explanation. I need to take a very cold shower now." And with that, Harry quickly walked away too.

Mark looked even more confused afterward.

Tony slowly leaned closer beside him before muttering shamelessly,

"Your brother is obviously in a hurry to go fuck his toy. Stop acting confused, you’re way too innocent for this house."

Mark’s eyes widened immediately.

Tony smirked faintly before adding, "You’re way too innocent for my taste."

Then he casually walked away, leaving Mark sitting there speechless.

A second later, Mark’s voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"I never said I wanted you, you idiot!"

Tony only smiled without turning back. "I know the voice of pain when I hear one," he teased.

Mark immediately glared at him. "You’re going to regret saying that."

Tony raised one hand in surrender while still walking away.

"I’m sorry, boss!"

And just like that, he disappeared down the hallway.

Meanwhile, upstairs. The moment Matteo and Adrian stepped inside the room, the atmosphere between them changed completely.

Their breathing became heavier before the door even fully closed.

Adrian immediately started taking off his clothes while Matteo calmly removed his jacket first.

Adrian stepped closer afterward and slowly unbuttoned Matteo’s shirt himself before pushing it off his shoulders.

Then his hands moved lower until he slowly pulled Matteo’s trousers down.

The tension between them only grew worse after that.

They didn’t bother moving toward the bed.

Instead, Matteo grabbed a chair and pulled it closer before sitting down on it.

"Get the lube for me," he said quietly.

Adrian immediately walked toward the drawer...