Chapter 29: The New Crime Lord (Part 4)

A few days after the fateful meeting, Ayaka received three letters in the mail. The first, from Abdul, conveyed his heartfelt congratulations on her new position. "I'm proud of you, Madam Ishikawa," his letter read. "Please visit me when you have the chance. I'd love to toast to your success."

The second letter was from Ahmed, another loyal ally from the meeting. His words echoed Abdul's sentiments. "Your victory was impressive, Madam Ishikawa. Come see me, and I'll ensure you have the finest drinks this city has to offer."

The third letter, however, was from Matteo. His words were written in elegant script, and the paper held a subtle scent of rose. "Dear Madam Ishikawa," it began. "I am hosting a small gathering at my mansion to celebrate your rise to power. I would be honored if you graced us with your presence. Let us raise a glass to a new era."

Ayaka read each letter with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. She decided to accept Matteo's invitation, not just for the opportunity to mingle with her new allies, but also to gauge their loyalty and intentions. With a nod, she ordered her assistant to prepare her for the gathering, eager to see how the mafia world would adapt to her rule.

Ayaka's assistant ushered her into a private chamber, where she prepared for the gathering. First, the assistant began with Ayaka's makeup. They started with a flawless base, using foundation to even out her skin tone, followed by a light contouring and highlighting to accentuate her cheekbones and jawline.

Her eyes were the main focus, with a smoky purple and silver blend that extended slightly past her lash line. False eyelashes were carefully applied, making her dark, almond-shaped eyes pop. Mascara was generously applied to both the false and her natural lashes, creating the perfect fringe.

Ayaka's brows, already thick and dark, were shaped with precision and filled in for a fuller look. Her lips were painted a deep, blood-red, with a glossy sheen that would catch the light as she moved.

As Ayaka's makeup was being completed, the assistant helped her into a dress of stunning detail. A figure-hugging, form-fitting number made of a sheer, black fabric that clung to her curves. The top was a plunging V-neckline, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, while the bottom flared out, stopping a few inches above her navel.

The dress was adorned with studs that created a striking pattern, highlighting her waist and the outer curves of her breasts. As the assistant fastened the back, Ayaka could feel the exquisite material pressing against her skin, the dress a tantalizing second-skin.

For her nails, Ayaka opted for a deep red, glossy polish, reminiscent of her lip color. Each nail was meticulously buffed and shaped, with the polish applied in thin, even layers. The final touch was a coat of clear topcoat for an added shine.

As Ayaka admired herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the transformation.

Ayaka arrived at Matteo's opulent mansion in a sleek, black limousine. As she stepped out, she was met by Matteo himself, his eyes raking over her figure with undisguised desire. He bowed slightly, his lips brushing against the back of her hand in a gentle, lingering kiss.

"Madam Ishikawa, looking as stunning as ever," he purred, his voice low and sensual. "You've outdone yourself tonight."

Ayaka couldn't help but let a smirk play on her lips. "Of course, Matteo. I had to look my best for you," she replied, her voice dripping with seduction.

Taking his hand in hers, Ayaka allowed Matteo to lead her inside his magnificent home. As they walked, she glanced over at him, her curiosity piqued. "You never did tell me your full name, Matteo. Nor did you share your age."

Matteo's eyes met hers, a wicked glint in his gaze. "My full name is Matteo DiLorenzo, Madam Ishikawa. As for my age, I'm a ripe 32, more virile than most men, if I may say so myself."

Ayaka's eyes widened slightly at the revelation, but she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the possibilities. "Well, if that's the case, Mr. DiLorenzo, I wouldn't want to disappoint you," she replied, her voice laced with innuendo, her hand squeezing his in a subtle and suggestive manner.

Matteo led Ayaka to a secluded area in his mansion, where a table had been set for two. He helped her sit, his fingers lingering on her arm for a moment longer than necessary. "I hope you don't mind, Madam Ishikawa, but I decided to forgo any other guests. Tonight, this party is solely for you."

Ayaka couldn't help but let out a pleased laugh as she looked around. "No other guests? I must say, Mr. DiLorenzo, you're beginning to lie to me right off the bat."

Matteo's eyes never left hers, his smile never faltering. "Oh, but you're here, aren't you? And that's all that matters to me."

Ayaka playfully taunted, "Ah, so it's true. You want me all to yourself."

She could feel the heat emanating from Matteo, the sexual tension thick in the air. "Is that so wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Ayaka's eyes met his, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "Not at all, Mr. DiLorenzo. Not at all."

As the night progressed, Matteo and Ayaka found themselves engaged in a flirtatious banter. Over fine wine and exquisite cuisine, they spoke of their pasts, their present, and the future that awaited them.

Matteo reveled in Ayaka's attention, his gaze never straying far from her. "My family has been in the mafia business for generations, Madam Ishikawa," he said, his eyes sparkling. "I remember when I was a boy, I'd watch my father conduct business, and I knew that one day, it would be my turn to lead."

Ayaka listened, her curiosity piqued. "I see," she replied, her eyes never leaving his. "And did you ever think that you would be celebrating my rise to power tonight, instead of a man's?" She took a sip of her wine, her eyes trailing down his body in a blatant display of desire.

Matteo's cheeks flushed with desire. "No," he admitted, his voice thick with lust. "But I must say, I'm glad it's you."

Ayaka chuckled, looking around the intimate setting. "It seems we're both glad about some things," she teased. "But enough about the past. Tell me, Mr. DiLorenzo, what do you hope for this empire under my rule?"

Matteo leaned forward, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I want it to thrive, Madam Ishikawa. I want our empire to grow into something that even your predecessor couldn't have dreamed of. And I want to be there by your side every step of the way."

Ayaka's smile turned seductive. "And what if I want you to be even closer than by my side?" she suggested, her eyes lingering on his lips.

Matteo's eyes narrowed, his desire evident. "Then, Madam Ishikawa, I will be whatever you want... where you want."

"You're a woman of few words, Madam Ishikawa, but your actions speak volumes," Matteo remarked, his gaze never leaving hers. "I admire how you took the reins from Madame Nishihara. Few would have the nerve, or the skill, to do so. To have the fortitude to take on this world, to lead with such confidence... it's a sight to behold."

Ayaka's eyes flicked down to her plate, offering a coy smile. "I only did what was necessary," she replied, her voice a soft, sultry murmur. "And I'm certain I'll need every bit of skill at my disposal to keep this empire secure."

Matteo's eyes darkened, the fire of his desire burning hotter. "You'll have my full support in this, Madam Ishikawa. Every ounce of my loyalty and power is yours to command."

Their eyes locked, the moment electric with undeniable attraction. Ayaka bit her lower lip, her heart pounding in anticipation. "And what do you hope to gain from your loyalty with me, Mr. DiLorenzo?"

Matteo's smile turned predatory. "The satisfaction of knowing that I played a part in your success. And perhaps, the chance to share your success."

Ayaka's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing at his bold words. "Is that a proposal, Mr. DiLorenzo?"

Matteo leaned in, his voice a low, sultry whisper. "It's an invitation, Madam Ishikawa. One I hope you'll accept."

Ayaka considered Matteo's words, her internal conflict playing out on her features. "I'm afraid, Mr. DiLorenzo, that my time and focus must remain on the empire," she replied, her voice revealing the inner turmoil she felt. "But I can promise you my loyalty and gratitude for your unwavering support."

Matteo's eyes darkened, the disappointment evident. But as he looked at the exquisite woman before him, his determination ignited once more. "I'm not asking for your heart, Madam Ishikawa," he said, his voice deep and husky. "I want to share your body, to savor the taste of power that exudes from every pore of yours."

Ayaka regarded Matteo for a moment longer, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and interest. Her silence spoke volumes, as she accepted his invitation without uttering a word. Matteo's grin widened, and without hesitation, he reached for her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her knuckles. Ayaka watched, her breath hitching slightly, as Matteo's hand began to trail up her arm, each movement deliberate and charged with desire.

"I'm going to take what I want, Madam Ishikawa," Matteo whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You'll have to stop me if you truly wish to resist."

As he leaned in, Ayaka met him halfway, her lips achingly close to his. The air around them seemed to crackle with the intensity of their embrace. Matteo's hand slipped from her arm to cradle the back of her head, as their lips finally met in a searing kiss.

Ayaka let out a soft moan, her body instinctively responding to his touch. Her free hand moved to caress Matteo's cheek, her fingers tangling in his hair. The heat between them was palpable, as they continued to explore one another with their mouths.

Their tongues danced, teasing and tempting, as Matteo began to press her back into her chair. The delicate china on the table rattled, the fine linen she'd been draped in now a barrier between their bodies.

Yet, it was a barrier Ayaka was eager to dissolve. Her hips rolled, a silent invitation for him to take her, to claim her as he so boldly promised. Matteo, sensing her eagerness, broke the kiss, his eyes dark with arousal. "Are you ready for me, Madam Ishikawa?"