Matteo (Dark Erotic Mob Romance) - Rachael Orman



Sliding my palm down the front of my suit, I made sure it was wrinkle-free as I walked up to the beautiful, yet small house. I wasn’t excited to be attending the event, but if I wanted to get my father off my back, it was the easiest way.

The door opened before I could knock and I entered a room with a dozen or so other men who varied in age and wealth based on appearances. The only person I wanted to speak to was walking from man to man greeting them and making small talk in her heavily-accented English.

I ignored everyone else, walked straight to her and interrupted.

“Madam, can we get this thing started?” I asked the woman, but it was more of a statement than a question. I wasn’t in the mood to hang around while everyone twiddled their thumbs or waited for other buyers to arrive. Not my fault if they can’t arrive on time. It didn’t matter what time it actually was or when things were supposed to begin. When I arrived, it was time to start.

“Yes,” said Madam, an older Italian woman, before shuffling out of the room. I leaned against the wall since there were no open seats. A moment later a parade of young women in plain dresses walked into the room. They were all pretty, slim, but none of them were what I sought. All of them had a fire in their eyes telling me they would be a challenge to tame and while I would have no problem taming all of them at once if I wanted, I didn’t have the time to deal with all the nonsense.

Some of the women were immediately snatched by one man or another while the others walked around and attempted to charm the man who they wanted to pick them. A few simply stood where they’d stopped and only glanced up occasionally to see what was happening around the room.

After a moment, I approached Madam again.

“None of these will do. I seek a woman that is special. Broken. Beautiful. Something these girls aren’t,” I told her gesturing around the room.

“All of my girls are beautiful and will make good slaves, Matteo,” Madam huffed and put her meaty hands on her thick hips.

“I’m not saying that. They are all good-looking and I’m sure they’ll make these men happy, but I’m not these men. I was assured you would have a woman that would be perfect for my needs.” I crossed my arms over my chest. If this was a complete waste of my time, someone would be paying me back with their blood.

She stared at me hard for a long period before nodding once. A quick glance toward the door told me she was worried about someone leaving while she was taking care of me.

“My men are outside and they won’t let anyone leave,” I assured her as I tapped a quick message to my cousin, who was waiting in the car.

“Very well,” she sighed and led me to a door that opened to reveal a flight of rickety stairs.

I followed her down only to spot the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen kneeling in the middle of the room. I didn’t need to see her face to know. The fact that she’d been sitting there waiting without needing a reminder made my cock harden.

She stood when told to without looking around, without questioning the command. Simply obeyed.

Walking a slow circle around her, I took in her lithe frame. The long beautiful hair my fingers itched to pull. When I told her to take off her dress,