Chapter 30: The New Crime Lord (Part 5)

Ayaka's eyes met Matteo's, a fiery desire burning within them. She nodded, the silent acceptance echoing the feverish need that coursed through her veins.

Matteo's hands trailed down her body, his fingers dancing over the studs that adorned her dress. He began to unfasten the back, the tension in the air palpable as the material slowly parted.

Ayaka's breath hitched, and her chest heaved as he exposed her shoulders, her bare skin now in stark contrast to the black fabric. Matteo's lips followed his fingers, his kisses a trail of fire as he made his way down her neck.

As the last snap undid, Ayaka's dress fell open, revealing her in all her glory. Her lacy black bra and panty set molded to her body, the fabric barely concealing her swollen nipples and the dampness between her legs.

Matteo's eyes never left her, drinking in the sight as his hands roamed her body, his touch a slow, deliberate caress. One hand cupped her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple through the lace. Ayaka's moan was a soft, desperate sound that echoed in the room.

His other hand trailed down her stomach, his fingers slipping underneath her panties to find the damp heat between her thighs. She arched her back at his touch, a low groan escaping her as he began to tease her.

Ayaka's hands clutched at the fabric of her chair, her nails digging into the material as she fought to maintain her composure. The taste of power that Matteo craved was intoxicating, but it was this raw, primal desire that consumed them both, that threatened to leave them both breathless and yearning for more.

Matteo's fingers slid deeper, his thumb finding her swollen clit, as he continued to tease and stroke. Ayaka's hips bucked, her body unable to resist the pleasure he provided.

His lips found her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You're so wet for me, Madam Ishikawa," he whispered, his voice thick with lust and triumph.

Ayaka's breath caught in her throat, her head falling back, as her body surrendered to the sensations. "Yes, Mr

DiLorenzo," she moaned, her words slurred and heavy.

His fingers worked her body with expert precision, each movement perfectly calibrated to send her spiraling towards release. Matteo's other hand left her breast, sliding to the back of her chair, gripping the seat tightly as he pulled her forward, bringing their bodies closer.

He pressed his erection against her, the evidence of his desire stark and unmistakable. Ayaka let out a shuddering breath, her body aching for more.

Matteo's kisses trailed back up to her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers in a desperate, fervent dance. Their moans mingled as his hand continued to work her body to the edge of ecstasy.

Yet, just as she was about to tip over, Matteo pulled away, his eyes gleaming with the same lust that reflected in Ayaka's. "Not yet, Madam Ishikawa," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "I want to see you writhe beneath me, to hear you beg for my touch."

Ayaka's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Matteo's. She smirked, her voice thick with arousal. "You'll have to do better than that, Mr. DiLorenzo. I'm not one to beg for pleasure."

Matteo's grin widened, the hunger in his eyes only growing. "Oh, but you will, Madam Ishikawa. I guarantee it."

Ayaka's lips curved into a playful pout. "And if you don't intend to continue, you know I can always leave," she warned, her tone light but laced with challenge.

Matteo's fingers trailed up her inner thigh, his touch feather-light. "Don't tempt me, Madam Ishikawa," he warned, his voice low and seductive. "For you, I'll be more than happy to break my own rules."

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, teasing kiss. Ayaka's breath hitched, her desire for him burning even brighter.

Matteo's hand left her, and he stood, commanding her to do the same. Ayaka obliged, her legs unsteady as she rose to meet him. Matteo's gaze swept down her body, his eyes lingering on her lingerie.

"Take off your bra and panties, Madam Ishikawa," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. "Let's see all of you."

Ayaka swallowed, her heart racing at his command. She reached behind herself, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. She peeled the garment off her body, revealing her full, perfect breasts, the nipples peaked and hard. Her panties quickly followed, until she stood before him, completely naked.

Matteo's eyes devoured her, his gaze lingering on her exquisite body. "You're mine now, Madam Ishikawa," he declared, his voice a low rumble. "And I will claim you as I please."

Ayaka's breathing grew heavier, her desire for him nearly overwhelming. "Then claim me, Mr. DiLorenzo," she whispered, her voice thick with lust.

As Matteo stepped forward, Ayaka playfully warned him, "Careful, Mr. DiLorenzo. I'd hate for you to be too rough with me. My makeup might get spoiled."

Matteo's grin turned wicked, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Don't worry, Madam Ishikawa," he replied, cupping her face in his hands. "I'll make sure your lips are stained with my kisses, and nothing else."

With that, he lowered his mouth to hers, their lips colliding in a fierce, passionate kiss. Ayaka's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers digging at his shirt as he pulled her flush against his body.

Matteo's hands roamed her back, his fingers teasing the curve of her ass. He lifted her, squeezing her thighs to wrap around his waist. Ayaka let out a soft moan at the sudden shift in position, her head falling back, baring her neck to him.

Matteo's lips left hers, trailing down her throat, his tongue tracing a heated path to her breasts. He took one into his mouth, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive nipple as his fingers found their way between her legs, his thumb brushing against her swollen clit.

Ayaka's back arched, her head falling back as she let out a shuddering breath. "Oh, Mr. DiLorenzo," she moaned, her body already begging for release.

Matteo's other hand slid down to cup her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to torment her with his mouth and fingers. Ayaka's moans and whimpers filled the room, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

He didn't let her fall, his control as ironclad as his hold on her body. Ayaka's nails dug into his shoulders, her hips bucking.

Ayaka's breathing grew ragged, her body quaking at the expert way he toyed with her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her need for release becoming more desperate.

She tore off his shirt, hurling it to the side, and taunted him. "You see, Mr. DiLorenzo, I've been naked for some time, while you still have your clothes on. It's not fair." Her lips curled into a playful smirk, daring him to respond.

Matteo chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Then undo my pants too, Madam Ishikawa. If I were to do it, you'd fall from my lap, and I'm not ready for that."

Ayaka's gaze traveled down his body, her eyes lingering on the prominent bulge in his pants. She reached down, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. Her eyes flicked back up to his, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Matteo's hips rocked against her, his erection pressing insistently against her core. "Hurry up, Madam Ishikawa," he growled, his voice thick with need. "I'm dying to feel you wrapped around me."

Ayaka's fingers finally found the zipper, her breath hitching as she pulled it down. Matteo's cock sprung free, hard and eager, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She wrapped her fingers around his length, her hand engulfing him as she stroked him slowly.

Matteo's head fell back, his hips bucking into her hand. "Fuck, Madam Ishikawa," he groaned, his eyes closed, as he savored the sensation. "You're going to be the death of me."

Ayaka smirked, her hand continuing its slow, torturous pace. She was more than willing to tempt fate, as long as it led to the sweet release she craved. The room was alive with the raw, primal energy of their desire, the air thick with the scent of arousal.

Matteo's hand found her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh as his own hips moved in a syncopated rhythm with hers. The sound of his breathing filled the room, his chest heaving as he fought to maintain control.

Ayaka's eyes met his, her gaze bold and unyielding. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock, the evidence of his desire for her. Her hips rocked against him, the friction driving her closer to the edge as Matteo's fingers tightened on her hip.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a husky whisper. "Do you want me, Madam Ishikawa? Do you want me to take you?"

Ayaka's breath hitched, her body trembling at the question. Her gaze lowered to his cock, her eyes lingering on the head glistening with desire. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Mr. DiLorenzo. I want you."

Matteo's hips rocked into her hand one final time, before he lowered her gently to the floor. Her legs wobbled, but she managed to steady herself as he reached for his pants, tugging them down to his ankles, before stepping out of them.

He stood before her, fully naked, his erection a testament to his unyielding hunger. Ayaka's eyes drank in the sight, her need for him burning hotter.

Matteo approached her, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. "Come, Madam Ishikawa," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Let me take you to heights you've never dared to imagine."

Ayaka smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she stepped back, drawing Matteo with her. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, her nails digging into his chest, drawing blood as she pressed herself against his hard length.

Their mouths tangled, their tongues dueling, as lust and desire threatened to consume them both. Matteo's hands roamed her body, his fingers finding her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples as their kiss deepened.