Matteo's PovI wake to nothing but emptiness. The room is lit by the blaring sunlight peeking through the blinds, my wife’s side of the bed empty and cold, almost looking as though no one slept there the night before.My brows form into a crease as I pat her side of the bed, somehow hoping that my eyes are deceiving me. But she’s not there.I rise from the bed, sitting upright to reach for my phone. Twelve noon. The fuck? I have never slept in this long. And to think I slept through the night and into the midday. . .that too without noticing when my wife got up and left.Fuck me.So much for wanting to exclusively take care of her while she recovers.I throw the sheets off my legs and slide down the bed, groaning and cussing underneath my breath as I walk to the washroom. “Mirabella?” I call out her name. There’s no answer.‘She must’ve snuck out to make breakfast. You know how stubborn she can be.’ My subconscious reasons with me.With a shrug of my shoulders, I decide to freshen up
Mirabella's PovThe front door of my home is pushed open by one of the soldiers. I step inside, my eyes immediately landing on my husband’s pacing form.He stops walking and stares at me with an angry expression. Perfectly arched brows shoot up with expectancy.What does he expect from me? An apology?Well, too bad I’m not ready to give him one.“Mirabella—”I cut him off with my index finger raised to the air. “Shut your mouth and don’t fucking talk to me.”With that, I rush up the stairs. Matteo chases after me, but I’m quicker on my feet. When I run into our room, I slam the door in his face, clicking the lock twice.Ignoring my husband’s incessant banging against the door, I head into the bathroom, wash myself clean of that whore’s stench off me, head into the closet and adorn a matching pair of red lacy lingerie. Then I top it off with a robe, securing the rope on the left side of my waist.When inside the room by my dressing table, I spray a little bit of water on my hair, givin
Mirabella's PovMatteo likes pain, especially pain accompanied by pleasure. And as I kneel by his feet, his cock on my face, his hooded eyes staring down at me, I know he craves the pain.He desires to express his animality but is restraining himself.I do not want him to restrain himself.The two hands curled around his thick length tightens so hard it draws a strangled groan from his throat. One would expect him to recoil, but he doesn’t. He pushes himself forward as if asking me for more.And I give him more.I kiss up his crown, my tongue darting out to lick off the pre-cum oozing from his tip. He moans, tightening his hold on my hair. “Fucks sake, Mirabella,” he breathes harshly.“Patience, baby,” I whisper as I flatten my tongue at his base, lazily gliding upward and snaking around his cock. “Don’t be so fucking greedy for my mouth.”A scoff breezes through his lips, “you’re the one on your knees, licking me up like I’m some precious candy of yours. I think we both know who the
Mirabella's PovEverything happens in a blur of the moment. His shirt comes off, buttons flying left and right. And then my bra rips off, my thong following. We both moan, we both groan, our touches so filled with desperate want. We bask in the warmth of skin against skin.Dirty words echo like rhythms from Matteo’s mouth. Dirty words of command, dirty words of the things he’d like to do to me.To eat my pussy.To spit on it.To fuck me.To gag me.To do all of that all over again.His lips fall on mine, merging with a dominant need. His skin simmers with desire and so does mine. Ecstasy.Our lips part and we chase our breaths. Matteo holds me, pulling me closer. My hand slides into his hair while his grabs my waist, our faces inching closer. We feel each other’s breath, eyes dancing on each other’s lips.Our lips touch again, this time the motion is slowly paced, the touch gentle. So gentle our dark desires mixed with a deeper emotion surface. His head tips to the side, his tongue pl
Mirabella's PovMatteo lifts me up, moving us to the bed. A moan of satisfaction rumbles in my throat when my back meets the soft beddings.He bites down on his bottom lip, nibbling the glistening, juicy skin as his eyes drink up my naked body sprawled out for his view.“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He asks while trailing his fingertips across both sides of me until he gets to the curve of my waist. “So fucking unreal.”I open my mouth to speak, but my words are cut short when his hand connects my center, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. “Oh gosh. . .Matteo. . .” I gasp, grasping at his wrists in an attempt to keep his hand away from my sensitive part.“Yes, mama,” he answers on a whisper, his eyes locking on mine. I mewl, whining at the sensation of it all. “Beg,” he mouths while slowly easing two fingers into me.Fuck. . . I’m so tired, yet so fucking desperate.“I. . .” I trail off. But my words hang at the tip of my tongue when he pushes the third fin
Mirabella's PovWhen my eyes open the next morning, I find my husband sitting beside me, his lips stretched out into a grin, his face glowing with happiness while he watches me awe-struck.I yawn, stretching my limbs with a deep groan while I push myself up so that my back is resting against the headboard.“Good morning, baby.” Matteo says, his smile growing bigger. “I made you breakfast.”With a roll of my eyes, I whisper underneath my breath, “of course you did.”“Are you mad at me?” He asks, his fingers gently moving wild strands of hair off my face and tucking them into the back of my ear. I shake my head in disagreement. He shifts closer, his thumb stroking my cheek. The action warms my face with a tint of red.I move to look away from him, but he grasps at my chin, keeping my face forward. “When did you start growing so shy, princess, hmm?” He asks, his words drawled. He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips.“I’m not shy, just flustered.” I whisper my answer, my chest r
Mirabella's PovThe tension in the air is brewing hot as we avoid each other, the silence between us deafening. It's been days since our argument, and the distance between us feels like an insurmountable chasm.Another day passes and the silence still remains.I walk down the stairs and he’s there, at the foot of the stairs, his mouth positioned as though he wishes to speak to me.I don’t want to talk to him. I turn back around and run back into my room, locking the door behind me.It’s become a routine for the both of us.Today he’s frustrated at me, and tomorrow, it’s me who’s frustrated at him.It’s a very unhealthy way to deal with our problems, but I cannot bear to stand and watch myself looked down upon by a man I’ve stood by and condoned for so long.I’ve had enough of this back and forth.Another day passes and it’s still the same.Another day passes and I grow more anxious of this unending silence. Matteo creeps around me. He watches me from the shadows, takes care of me with
Matteo's PovI sit patiently behind my desk, waiting for when my wife will decide to make the wise decision of beckoning my call.An hour sweeps by quicker than I expect, and when I am in the middle of putting away the documents I am working on, my office’s door creaks open and Mirabella peeks her head through.A smile attempts to stretch at my lips when her eyes meet mine, but I bite down the inside of my cheek to hold it down.I get off my seat and round my desk, settling my ass on the edge of the center. “Come here,” I flick two fingers at my wife, my tone commanding.She gives her eyes a roll. “You don’t get to make demands, Matteo.”A humorless chuckle escapes from underneath my breath. “If I have to ask again, dear wife, you wouldn’t appreciate how quickly this escalates.”Mirabella is skeptical at first, but soon after, slow steps start moving her towards me. She heaves a breath and stops walking when she’s at a close proximity with me.“Closer,” I whisper.She takes two short,