EroticReverie

It couldn't have been more than five to ten minutes messing around with Matteo , but when we return to Sophia's room she's not there and we hear her little giggles down stairs. 

When we get downstairs Santino raises his brows at me and Matteo, with Sophia on his lap. I immediately flush with embarrassment , he knows what we were doing and so does Giovanni. I can tell by the smirk on his face as he sits on the floor with Luca playing with toys. 

"I was just showing her the house." Matteo grumbles as we walk into the room.

"The house? I doubt you're that big, to call it that Matteo." Giovanni says. 

Matteo slaps his brother upside the back of his head and Giovanni lets out a chuckle as he crouches down preparing for a second hit. 

Matteo plops himself down into a recliner and pats his lap looking at me. 

I just smile and shake my head. 

"I'm going to see if your mom needs any help" I say, and then go into the kitchen.

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Maria, King's mother, made about 5 different appetizers and stuffed us full of them, before bringing out her lasagna and a large bowl of homemade meatballs. 

"People think I cook so much cause I'm Italian, but really it's because these three ate like wild animals growing up. Always hungry." She says shaking her head but gazing at her three grown sons lovingly. 

She's not wrong, the guys don't seem phased by all the appetizers we've just eaten, while I feel like I'm about to explode. I placed a hand on my stomach and Matteo looks at me, and he grins. 

"Full?" he asks. 

"I'm fine." I say with a smile. 

"I won't be insulted if you don't want any lasagna, if you're full honey, don't make yourself sick." his mother says. 

"I am full. But, the lasagna looks too good to not eat it." I say as she places the first cut piece on a new plate for me and hands it to me. It's a heaping portion and my stomach is begging me for mercy before I even take the first bite. 

I wait till everyone has their plates, and I groan as I take the first bite. 

"Definitely glad I didn't pass. This is so good" I say cutting another piece. 

His mother beams with pride. 

--

After dinner Maria brings out tiramisu , which I pass on, but steal a single bite of Matteo's. Maria tells me she'll send us home with some so I can have more later when I'm not so full. 

We talk about how we met. His mother gives a disapproving glare at Matteo when he mentions the fights. I come to learn that Maria, is definitely not a fan of Matteo's fighting. I also learn that she's aware of his association with Sal and his gang, or mob, or whatever it is. I also learn that she feels responsible, being a single mother, struggling, Matteo only joined Sal's group, to help her pay bills. She wasn't even aware he had been doing it. None of them were, until it came time for him to try and get out.  I also learn that Matteo is definitely her favorite. Parents always deny having favorites, but there's just something about the way she looks at him, that I just know. 

After dinner, I spend time with Sophia and Luca keeping them busy, letting Matteo and his brothers and mother,  all talk at the table about plans for the kids while their sister is in rehab.

After about a half an hour Matteo gets up and so does his mother. I stand from the floor and Maria goes into the kitchen as Matteo walks over and leans down and kisses me. 

"Ready to go sugar tits?" he says quietly enough the kids don't hear. 

"Shut up." I slap his chest and laugh. "Yes, I'm ready if you are....sugar dick" I add in a whisper to which he grins and leans down kissing me again. 

"I hope you're not diabetic, because I'm going to be filling you with all this sugar babe" he says waggling his brows. 

"Ew." I laugh and scrunch my nose. He laughs and kisses my cheek as his mother walks out with glassware filled with leftover food, and then a smaller one with tiramisu. 

"For you, honey" she says nodding to me but handing the glass dishes to Matteo. 

"where's mine?" Matteo acts offended. 

His mother rolls her eyes and places her hands on my shoulders and kisses my cheek. 

"It was so nice to meet you Arabella, and you are invited here every Sunday if you want to come. Don't feel obligated though." She says and kisses my cheek again. I laugh as she grabs my face and looks at me , shaking her head. 

"So stunning." she says and I blush. 

"Thank you. For everything, for dinner, and for welcoming me here" I say. 

"Oh stop. You're the first girl Matteo has ever even wanted to bring home, I knew you had to be a gem." she says and smiles and winks. "And I have a good feeling you'll be the last."

I blush and look to Matteo and he's smiling. 

"Me too." he says and I feel my stomach flip and my heart beat faster. 

We say the rest of our goodbyes, and then we walk out to the car. 

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"Your family is great." I say with a smile after we're in the car.

"They're alright" he jokes and looks over at me. 

"You're great though." he says, leaning over and I lean in too, giving my mouth to him, kissing him.

"Your breath smells like lasagna" he says. 

I giggle and pull back. 

"Jerk" I say and then pull him by his shirt to kiss him again. 

After kissing for a few moments we pull away and drive to Matteo's.

--

Once inside the house, and putting the leftover into the fridge, I sneak the Tiramisu back and Matteo laughs. 

"what? I want some!" I say and laugh setting in on the counter. 

He gestures to the drawer near me. "Forks are in there." he says.

I smile and turn and open the drawer. 

Matteo places his hands on my waist, leaning down and kissing my neck as I pop the lid off the glass dish. 

I giggle. 

"What are you doing?" I lean my neck to the side as I dip the fork into the tiramisu. 

"Matteo" I giggle as he takes the fork and sets it down. 

"Hey, I want some" I say protesting as he playfully nibbles my neck and then my ear. 

I watch him lift one hand and swipe his finger into the tiramisu, coming out with mostly just the mascarpone cream and cocoa powder. 

He lifts his hand and brings his finger to my mouth. 

I turn my head and look at him, then turn the rest of my body, standing facing him and lift my chin slightly as he brings his finger closer to my mouth. 

I part my lips and he grins as he places his finger into my mouth and close my mouth around it and push my tongue over the sweet cream of the dessert, and somehow it's ten times more delicious when licking it and sucking it off the finger of a hot guy. 

He pulls his finger out and then lifts me onto the counter, standing between my legs, and swipes his finger in it again, and repeats this a few times, as we exchanged heated glances, as I listen to him groan as my mouth sucks his finger. 

His finger slips out and his mouth comes to mine, his  hands go to my waist as he tugs me against him , grinding him against my jean shorts. 

"Matteo...." I breathe against him. 

"I need a bit...we just ate." I say. 

He groans. 

"So what" he says and his mouth drops to my neck. 

I laugh. "So I feel like a cow..." 

He groans. "babe" 

"Just a little bit...we have all night" I laugh. 

"What about going down on you, can I do that?" he asks pulling back and cocking a brow in question. 

I sigh. "Let's just...watch tv or something first." I say. 

He lets out a sigh and leans his head back. 

"Don't be a dick." I say and his head comes back up and he looks at me. 

"sorry...you're right...I just want you...fucking...bad" he says and lifts his hands to my face and leans down and kisses me. 

"I want you too...fucking...bad" I say between pecks on his lips. 

"But I also can't enjoy myself when my stomach feels like it's going to burst." I say.

He laughs. "Yeah...I forget other people aren't used to eating the way we do." he says. 

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We go to his living room and sit on the couch and we sit under a blanket together while watching a comedy special on tv. 

He doesn't push when it's over 30 minutes later, instead he flips through the channels to find something else and lets me slide onto the couch with my head on his lap, curled up in the blanket. 

I don't mean to, but I doze off a few minutes later.

---

When I wake up, I'm in Matteo's bed and he's not there and it's dark outside. 

I look at the clock and realize it's ten at night. I push up out of my food coma and shiver. The door is open just a crack , and I can hear Matteo talking as I walk towards the door. 

When I get to the door I suck in a breath because then I hear another voice. My skin crawls. It's Sal's and he's here, in Matteo's house. 

I don't leave the room , instead I just stand in the dark of his room near the door, with the light from the living room shining into the hall. 

"The next time your little toy lays a hand on me, let her know I won't be so nice." I hear Sal say. 

"Don't put your hands on her then, and you won't have a fucking problem." Matteo grumbles.  

"What happened to you kid? A little good pussy make you go soft?" Sal says with a laugh. 

"Sorry, I don't want to end up an old lonely gangster that has to buy the company of women." Matteo replies.

"Show some respect." Sal grumbles. 

"When you do anything worthy of earning it...i'll consider it." Matteo snarls. 

"Your mother raised a bunch of fucking pussies out of you three." Sal growls.

"Speak of her ever...again....and I'll show you just how much of a pussy I am, when I cut your fucking tongue out of your mouth." Matteo says, and I hold my breath listening to their exchange. Wondering how Matteo gets away with talking to a supposedly cold, heartless gangster, from the stories I heard the night that Matteo told me of his debt to him. 

"She raised us better than you ever would have." Matteo says. 

My eye brows pinch. Why would Sal ever raise....oh god. My heart sinks. I shake my head mouthing the word no, over and over. 

"Is that why your sister turned out to be a drug addicted whore?" Sal scoffs with a laugh. 

I grit my teeth and I can her it Matteo's face that he's gritting his too. My nails dig into my palms as I make fists, wanting to run out there and throat punch the guy. 

"Your DAUGHTER, is a drug addict, because she started hanging out with your fucking guys, and she wanted to impress YOU...wanted you to fucking be the father that the rest of us knew you never would be. " Matteo growls, and silent tears start to pour down my cheeks. I clasp a hand over my mouth, the other over my heart. 

"Oh please, she wanted nothing more than drugs and dick, that's why she got herself fucking knocked up twice, and doesnt even know who the fucking fathers are. She's not my god damn daughter. She's been a disgrace since the day she was fucking born. All of them were...you were the only one that showed any fucking promise...and look at you now...pathetic." Sal spits. 

"Get the hell out." Matteo says. "Before I kill you." 

I hear a grumble from Sal and hear some shuffling in the silence. My tears dropping from my chin. I wipe them as the door slams and I hear banging. I jump, knowing that Matteo is punching the wall, or kicking it. I hear a crash and run out of the room and down the hall. 

I flinch when I see his fist connect with the wall again, knocking another hole into it. He stops though, because he sees me and sees me crying. 

"Bella..." he says lowering his hand, and I glimpse his bloody knuckles. 

I break into a run across the room, wanting to hug him, wanting to save him, to piece him back together, wanting to show him the love he deserves, wanting to give him everything. 

I crash into him, face to his chest, arms around his waist. 

"Im so sorry" I sob into his chest. 

"What...what are YOU sorry for? I didn't mean to wake you or scare you...I just" he says and I shake my head. 

"He's a fucking monster" I sob. 

He freezes. 

"Oh..." he says and wraps his arms around me. 

"You were listening?" he asks. 

"I didnt mean to." I pull back looking up at him, scared that he's mad. 

But he uses his non bloody hand to grab my face, he leans down and kisses my forehead. 

"Why didnt you tell me he was your father Matteo?" I ask and look up at him and he looks down. 

"Because he's not my father....I don't have a father...he's just a guy who got my mother pregnant." he says. 

"We're his bastards." Matteo says. 

I look at him confused. 

"My mother was his...mistress I guess." Matteo says. 

"She really thought she loved him, that he loved her, than eventually he'd leave his wife. Well, he did end up leaving his wife. But not for my mother , but for a 19 year old. He's been trading in for newer models every year." Matteo grimaces. 

"I hate him" I say. 

Matteo's mouth twitches slightly. 

"Don't waste your time hating him Bella" he shakes his head. "Me and brothers stopped feeling anything for him a long time ago....my sister...she's the only one that still hopes for him to be more than the fucking trash he is." he says. 

I nod and put my head back on his chest and squeeze my arms around him tighter.

We stand there in silence for minutes as I just hug him, and he holds me. Until I can hear the drip of his blood on the hardwood floor.  

I pull back and wince at the sight of his hand , at the sight of the blood on the wall as well as on the floor. 

"C'mon, lets get you cleaned up" I say.