Chapter 4 THE WEDDING （2）

MATTEO’S MANSION*

The black car glided silently through the night, cutting through the quiet streets until it reached Matteo’s mansion, a fortress of steel and shadow looming against the moonlit sky.

Matteo stepped out without a word, his coat brushing the cold air as he disappeared inside the heavy front doors.

Aurora followed close behind, flanked by a silent guard who led her through the vast, dimly lit halls. They ascended a narrow staircase, the only sound the echo of their footsteps against cold stone.

At the top, the guard stopped before a heavy oak door. Without a word, he opened it and slipped away, leaving Aurora alone.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Matteo stood in the center of the room  shirtless, pale skin glowing softly in the muted light. His silver hair was tousled.

Aurora swallowed hard but said nothing.

A slow, dark smirk curved his lips as he closed the distance between them.

Without warning, his hands slid around her waist and boldly cupped her breasts. She gasped, breath hitching at the sudden, possessive touch.

His voice dropped low, almost a growl.

"You’re mine now. All mine"

Matteo’s eyes darkened, burning into hers like molten steel as he pulled her closer, his breath warm against her skin. His hands never left their possessive path, trailing down her sides, exploring, claiming.

Without breaking their gaze, he bent his head, pressing slow, searing kisses along her jawline each one a promise, a warning.

Then, his lips moved to her neck, teeth grazing just enough to sting, leaving a sharp, delicious bite. Aurora’s breath hitched, a tremble running through her body as heat blossomed beneath his mouth.

He paused, lips brushing her skin, before trailing a line of marks harsh, claiming her with bruises blooming like dark roses.

"Everywhere you go," he whispered huskily against her skin, "you’ll carry me with you"

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. The weight of his body, the intensity of his claim, left no room for denial.

Aurora’s fingers curled into fists at his chest, caught between resistance and surrender.

Matteo’s smirk deepened as he pressed her firmly against him, his eyes burning with dark hunger. Without a word, he pulled back just enough to reach behind his chair, retrieving a small, metal branding iron still glowing faintly red from the fire.

Aurora’s breath caught, a shiver running down her spine, part fear, part something dangerously thrilling.

Before she could react, Matteo pressed the searing hot steel flat against the curve of her bare back.

A sharp, searing pain lanced through her, raw and electric, making her gasp aloud.

The heat burned deep beneath her skin, but she didn’t move.

Instead, her body tensed, muscles trembling under his touch as Matteo held the brand there, imprinting his ownership on her flesh.

His voice was low and gravelly, a possessive growl in the silence.

"This mark… is mine. For everyone to see"

He traced the shape of the brand slowly, deliberately, as if sealing her fate.

Aurora swallowed hard, a mix of pain and dark desire flooding through her veins.

Her skin prickled where the heat had kissed her and she knew, without a doubt, that from this moment on, she belonged to Matteo Moretti marked, claimed, and irrevocably his.

Matteo’s dark eyes never left hers as his hands slid around her waist, fingers tracing fire along her skin. Slowly, he stripped her naked.

Her breath hitched, skin exposed and vulnerable beneath his relentless gaze.

Without hesitation, his rough hands found the curve of her hip, sliding lower until they reached between her thighs.

His thumb circled her clit with practiced precision, sending jolts of electric heat racing through her body.

Aurora gasped, caught between shock and desire, unable to pull away even if she wanted to.

Matteo’s smirk deepened, a dark promise in his eyes.

He intensified his touch, slow and torturous, every stroke designed to claim, to dominate, to make her feel his ownership deep in her bones.

Without warning, Aurora sank to her knees, the cool floor grounding her as she stared up into Matteo’s dark, burning eyes that flickered with a fierce hunger.

Her fingers moved confidently, unbuckling his belt, sliding the leather free.

She reached inside his pants and pulled out the hardness that had been pressing against her.

Matteo groaned low in his throat, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

"I knew you weren’t innocent" he murmured, voice thick with desire.

Aurora’s lips parted as she took him fully in her mouth, her tongue teasing the length.

Matteo’s breath hitched, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, every inch of him taut with need.

Just then, his phone blared sharply, cutting through the charged silence like a knife.

With a growl of frustration, Matteo yanked the device from his pocket and slammed it hard against the marble floor. The screen shattered beneath the impact, sparks of broken glass scattering.

Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed the back of Aurora’s head firmly but possessively, guiding her movements with a rough urgency.

"Don’t stop" he growled, voice rough, "Keep going"

Aurora obeyed, her mouth working with renewed fervor, fueling the fire between them as Matteo’s grip tightened, marking her as his in every sense.

A few hours ago, her sister was supposed to be getting married to Matteo. But now Valentina was fighting for her life in a hospital bed.

And Aurora? She was told to take her place.

Her heart still thudded with shock and fear, but right now, all she could feel was the electric heat pulsing between her and Matteo.

She knelt before him in the dim room, lips tracing the hardness she’d only ever dreamed of. Her mouth moved with trembling eagerness, each stroke sending waves of dizzying pleasure through her body.

This was the man she’d secretly wanted. The one who made her blood burn in ways she never expected. And now, here she was giving him everything, caught in a whirl of sensation and stolen fantasies.

For a moment, the chaos of the day, the wedding that never happened, her sister’s life hanging by a thread faded into nothingness.

There was only this. Only Matteo. Only the feel of him pressing against her lips, the sound of his breath hitching, the heat of his hands in her hair.

Lost in the haze of desire, she didn’t notice when his grip tightened.

Strong arms lifted her effortlessly, pulling her close.

Before she could even blink, she was carried across the room, the world spinning.

His chest pressed to her back as he landed her gently on the bed, the soft sheets cool beneath her bare skin.

Aurora’s breath hitched, heart pounding not with fear, but with a fierce, thrilling hunger.

Matteo's fingers traced her lower lip, like he was claiming every inch of her breath.

His voice dropped into something animalistic. Velvet laced with venom.

"I hope you said goodbye to the girl you were, Aurora. Because after tonight…"

His thumb pressed against her throat, not choking, just reminding her who owned every breath.

"…you’ll be nothing but mine. Mind. Body. Soul. And when I’m done…"

He leaned closer, his mouth brushing her ear, hot and cruel.

"…you won’t just remember how I made you come. You’ll remember how I broke you open and rebuilt you to fit me"

He pulled back just far enough to look her in the eyes, a smirk pulling at his lips, but his gaze dark, lethal.

"Tonight, I’m not just going to fuçk you. I’m going to unravel every inch of you until there’s nothing left but my name written inside your bones"

His teeth grazed her jaw.

"And tomorrow… when your legs shake, when you can’t sit without remembering my touch you’ll thank me"