rslcontracting Chapter 178: Who the Fuck Is Kevin?
Chapter 178: Who the Fuck Is Kevin?
Matteo’s expression instantly hardened, his protective instincts flaring as his eyes locked onto Adrian. "No, baby. You’re staying right here so I can keep taking care of you."
"No, Matteo," Adrian argued, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I want you to have a good time with your friend. Maya can take care of me at my place."
"You are not going anywhere," Matteo commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You’re staying here with me, Adrian. Stop being stubborn."
A wave of hurt and anger washed over Adrian. He snapped, glaring right back at Matteo.
"You can’t control me! We are not even married, Matteo. Why do I need to stay in the same room with you? Why do I even need to stay with you at all? I’m leaving, and you can’t stop me!"
Matteo stared at Adrian, his dark eyes turning dangerously cold. The atmosphere in the room instantly grew heavy.
"If you take one more step toward that door," he said in a low, controlled voice, "I’ll show you a side of me you’ve never seen before. Don’t push me, Adrian."
Adrian bit the inside of his lip, momentarily shaken by the warning in Matteo’s voice. But the hurt and anger simmering inside him refused to fade. Looking away, he folded his arms tightly across his chest.
"Fine. I’ll stay," he said. "But I need to go back to my house right now and pick up my things."
Matteo looked at him skeptically, his brow furrowing. "Like what? What do you possibly need to pick up from there? I will drive you there myself to get it, and I’ll bring you right back here."
"Just my stuff," Adrian muttered, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
"Are your ’stuff’ clothes? Bags? Shoes? Personal items?" Matteo pressed, his impatience growing. "Everything you could ever need is already in the walk-in closet."
"I can’t remember exactly what it is," Adrian shot back, his voice thick with frustration. "When I get home, I’ll remember them. And you don’t need to follow me."
Matteo let out a harsh, irritated breath. "I don’t have time for your drama, Adrian. All I know is that you are not going anywhere today."
Hearing Matteo dismiss his pain as mere drama made Adrian completely lose his temper. The tears he had been fighting to hold back threatened to spill over.
"I knew it!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "I knew I was never that important to you! How dare you do this to me?!"
Matteo stared at him, genuinely baffled by the sudden outburst. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked. "What is wrong with you?"
"I’m leaving!" Adrian turned sharply toward the door, his hand racing out to grab the handle.
Matteo watched him, his own anger officially reaching its boiling point. Just as Adrian’s fingers wrapped around the brass handle, before he could even twist it, Matteo closed the distance between them in a flash. He slammed his palm against the wood, trapping the door shut.
"I can see you are being incredibly stubborn today, and you’re clearly not ready to listen," Matteo growled. With one swift, powerful movement, he hoisted Adrian directly over his broad shoulder.
"Put me down! Matteo, put me down right now!" Adrian screamed, hammering his fists against Matteo’s muscular back as he was carried across the room.
Matteo ignored the shouting entirely. He walked over to the grand bed, tossed Adrian firmly onto the mattress, and instantly climbed over him, pinning him down with his weight. Without saying a word, Matteo began aggressively pulling off the shirt he had just put on, tossing it to the floor. Then, his hands reached for Adrian’s clothes, stripping them away.
Adrian began to tremble, a sudden wave of fear crashing over him. The look on Matteo’s face, the dark expression in his eyes, sent his thoughts spiraling toward the worst possible conclusion.
His heart pounded violently in his chest as panic took hold. He thought Matteo was going to force himself on him as a punishment. "Please... please don’t hurt me, Matteo," Adrian whispered, his eyes wide and trembling.
Matteo paused, seeing the genuine fear in his partner’s eyes. His expression softened just a fraction. He finished removing their clothes until they were both left in nothing but their boxers. Then, instead of doing anything violent, Matteo roughly pulled the luxury duvet all the way up over Adrian’s body.
Adrian lay there, every muscle in his body tense, still braced for pain. But instead, Matteo simply lay down right beside him, pulled the covers tight around them, and forcefully guided Adrian’s head to rest against his bare chest, wrapping his arms securely around his waist.
Slowly, Matteo let out a long, heavy sigh. "What the fuck is wrong with you today, Adrian? Why are you being so damn stubborn?"
Adrian said nothing. Angrily, he wrenched himself out of Matteo’s grip, turned his back toward him, and curled into a tight ball at the edge of the bed.
Matteo didn’t let him go. He slid closer, molding his chest perfectly against Adrian’s back, his arms snaking back around his waist. "My love... what have I done to wrong you this time? Just tell me."
"I’m not your love!" Adrian shouted into the empty room, trying to pry Matteo’s heavy hands off him.
Matteo tightened his embrace, burying his face into the nape of Adrian’s neck. "You are my baby. Then tell me, what did I do wrong this time?"
"I’m not your baby!" Adrian snapped back, his eyes burning with tears.
Matteo tried everything to calm him down. He kissed his shoulders, whispered soft words into his ear, and rubbed his hands soothingly up and down Adrian’s arms, but Adrian remained completely stiff, refusing to give in or stop writhing.
Finally, Matteo’s patience snapped. He leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against Adrian’s ear as his voice dropped into a dark, deeply possessive growl. "If it weren’t for the fact that you are still recovering from surgery, Adrian, I would have slowly pulled down your boxers right now. I would have slid my dick inside you and fucked you hard. I wouldn’t stop until I was deep down in the exact part of you that makes you surrender, the part that takes all this ridiculous anger away. I would have fucked you until you were shaking and finally calmed down."
The explicit, filthy words hit Adrian like a jolt of electricity. A slow, involuntary smile crept onto his lips, but he quickly fought it down, desperately hiding it from Matteo. He gave a sharp, dramatic shrug of his shoulders, pretending to be completely uninterested, even though his core was already aching for the touch. "Oh, please. Who even wants to fuck you? Why are you saying all that if you’re not actually going to do it?"
Matteo caught the subtle shift in his body language. A dark smirk touched his lips. "Do you want me to do it, Rian? Is that what this is?"
Adrian sniffed, stubbornly holding his ground. "I’m still going back to my house even if you do it. That won’t make me stay."
In response, Matteo shifted his weight, pressing his hardening cock firmly against Adrian’s backside through their boxers. He hugged him even tighter, pinning Adrian’s hips directly against his heat. "See how hard I am right now because of you? Just tell me. Do you want me to fuck you?" He ground his length against Adrian’s lower back once more. "Do you want my cock inside you, Rian?"
Adrian’s body was already betraying him. His breath turned shallow, and his internal muscles twitched at the heavy friction against his skin. He couldn’t bring himself to say no.
Matteo noticed his silence and murmured, "If you want my cock, you need to tell me what is wrong first."
Slowly, Adrian turned around in his embrace to face him. He locked his eyes onto Matteo’s, staring at him with a mixture of heartbreak, anger, and fierce jealousy. Needing a way to hurt him back, Adrian glared at him and let out a bitter scoff.
"You want to know what’s wrong? You’re not even handsome, Matteo," Adrian lied flatly, his voice dripping with attitude. "You’re not attractive at all. Your cock is small. You are ugly. Your personality is terrible, and your face is annoying to look at."
Matteo stared at him, completely taken aback. He blinked in utter surprise, his mouth opening slightly as he processed the absurd insults.
"I’m literally being a good person just by dating you and loving you despite how ugly you are," Adrian continued, his voice rising as the tears finally spilled over his cheeks. "And yet... You still went out and cheated on me with your small cock!"
"What?! Cheated on you?!" Matteo’s eyes widened in pure shock, his protective confusion instantly taking over. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He instinctively glanced down beneath the duvet. "And did you just call this huge, thick, long cock small?"
"Yes! It’s small!" Adrian shrieked, his jealousy completely boiling over. "It’s a small carrot! It’s not even a big cucumber!"
Matteo stared at him, completely dumbfounded. A part of him desperately wanted to pin Adrian down right then and there to ruthlessly prove exactly how wrong he was, but he forcibly suppressed the urge, reminding himself that Adrian was still healing.
But inside his mind, Matteo made a silent, deadly promise: The exact second the doctor clears him, I am going to fuck him until he cries and begs for mercy. I won’t leave him alone for days.
Matteo forced his voice to remain steady, his eyes searching Adrian’s flushed, angry face. "Why on earth would you accuse me of something like that? Where is this coming from?"
Adrian glared at him, his chest heaving as he screamed out the name that had been tearing him apart since last night.
"Who the fuck is Kevin?!"