Mirabella's PovIf someone had told me that three days was enough time for this level of improvement I’d have literally strangled them, but it’s true. I’m glowing, my skin has come alive and my scars are almost non-existent because Matteo made sure to make available the best dermatologist and nutritionist just so they can help get me up and going.Get my skin healthy and everything in between.I’m so grateful for him, because throughout today, I’ve been in a good place. For the first time, I don’t actually regret being married to him but I fear for him. It’s been three days since he left here in anger and he hasn’t shown up nor has he called to say that he’s okay.Although there’s been a few rumors around the estate today that he attacked the consigliere’s mansion, still, I doubt the authenticity of that information.Matteo cannot put his position on the line at least not for me.It’s almost nine p.m and since I can no longer sit around, waiting for someone who might not want to come
Matteo's Pov I’m kneeling between Mirabella’s thighs as I drink up her naked body. The naked body that has me imagining animalistic things, the naked body that has me about to make a mistake I’m sure will regret in no distant time. But for this perfect body, I’m willing to make mistakes for the rest of my life. Her wetness is glistening and making her little rosy pussy shine incredibly. Fuck. Like I said, it gets better and better. Her feel on my fingers was amazing and her taste was immaculate. She was right when she said her pussy feels like a portal, because I’m definitely being sucked in and I’ve just been in her with my fingers. “Matteo?” She calls out to me in a questioning manner as she attempts taking off her blindfold but I can’t let her do that. She has me fumbling already and if I’m to look into those dangerous orbs of hers whilst I fuck her, I know I’ll be finished. They’ll be no going back. “Leave it!” I command. I lean down, holding my weight off with my elbows. My
Mirabella's PovAm I dreaming?Just a few minutes after that amazing session with my husband and his bulge is pushing into me from behind. He’s throbbing and I’m left to wonder how much stamina this man has.“Are you good to go again?” He asks breathily and my body stiffens. I want to go again but I’m scared that I’ll be too sore by the time he’s done with me because this man is huge through and through and it’s a miracle that I’m not passed out at this point.“What?” I murmur my question.“Are you good to go again?” This time it feels more like a statement than a question and I gulp.The sudden need to satisfy him engulfs me.“B-but you just came.”“I’m not a one and done kind of man.” He blows out hot breaths against my back and his hips buckle into me. “It’s not a difficult question, Mirabella, it’s either a yes or a no. No pressure,” he quickly adds.“I-I. . .”“Are you sore?” He questions.“A little.”Whom am I deceiving?“Do you want me to go again? because believe me, Mirabella
Matteo's Pov No one could’ve prepared me for that incredibly amazing night I had with my wife. I think I’m high on pussy. Never in my life have I imagined or experienced such heightened pleasure and now I’m obsessed. I’m fucking obsessed with my wife’s pussy and I don’t plan on letting her go just yet. Last night after she had slept, I cleaned her up, changed the sheets, put her into comfortable clothes—my shirt, got her into bed, and sat on the cushion, watching in awe while she slept. And yes, I did in fact keep the sheets just like I had said to her. I want to be able to have something that reminds me of the best night of my life. I watched her as she slept peacefully and I must confess, I did in fact sleep off at some point and for the first time in forever, I slept and woke up without the nightmares and that’s how I know she’s my one. She’s the breakthrough I’ve been searching for. And the best part is that throughout the night, she didn’t wake up in panic and that means she
Mirabella's PovAfter days of restlessly awaiting Matteo's return, I was finally informed that he had returned earlier this morning but it saddens me that he hasn't cared to come and see me.I had gotten impatient earlier and went to his office but the guards refused letting me in. They confirmed that Matteo gave strict orders not to let anyone in even if that person were to be me.So here I am, standing beneath the shower and letting the slightly warm water run down my body as I curse myself out for thinking that my sexual encounter with my husband would somehow better our relationship.I mean he did say he wanted to fuck me, but he never said anything about it being a continuous occurrence.I guess I expected too much.But as a human, and a woman with a lot of insecurities, I've degraded myself a lot. Even convinced myself that I'm not good enough for him. Maybe his moans and grunts and words of encouragement the other night had been due to the heat of the moment.How can a person l
Mirabella's povFor the first time in months, I finally make a decision to leave my research laboratory and head on out to my apartment just so I can have a peaceful and well rested weekend. I weave my keys through my fingers as I walk through the suspiciously quiet streets and the moment I come to a halt in front of my door, two men in black suddenly emerge from the shadows, taking their stance on both sides of me.I suck in a breath.Being taken hostage has become an all time normal in my life. It doesn't happen quite frequently but when it does happen, there's always one person behind it—my father.What father derives pleasure in kidnapping his own daughter?Mine.With a roll of my eyes, I put my hands behind me, waiting for the men to bind my wrists together and blindfold me as they'd always done. "This doesn't count as kidnapping if I'm willingly going with you," I snort a laugh as they lead me into the black SUV.Having a father like mine can pan out to be very detrimental to yo
Mirabella's povI observe every inch of myself through the mirror, detesting my appearance. This illusion—the make up, the dress, the jewelry, my eyes, it's all so disgusting. A lie. My sister and father have successfully made me into a clone but I'm not about to make this easy for them.They need me and it's obvious, so this? This might be their game but they'd have to play by my rules.I begin to wonder how long my father had this plan thought out as I take off my dress, cleaning off the heavy makeup on my face. There has to be something he's not telling me.Could it be the reason he made certain I never got introduced to the underworld? Because he didn't want people knowing he had two daughters who were nearly identical? Because he intended on using me when I became an adult?It had to be, considering how meticulous he was in making sure I remained hidden.But why me?"What is keeping you so long, Mirabella?" The door to my room swings open and I eye my father through the mirror.O
Matteo's povI was strongly against this arrangement but I see now how interesting it might become.They want to play? I'll give them a good game.Fucking bastards.The Marcelo's.I have a few words that would describe them perfectly.Lying.Cunning.Deceitful, pieces of shits.And I wonder how they've successfully fooled everyone and made it to the top.Unfortunately for them, I'll be Don soon and I'll make sure to bring their name to the ground.But unfortunately for me, becoming Don comes with a price.Two months ago, while I was away on business in Spain, I had received a call from my father asking me to return home for some emergency and I did return, only I could never have guessed the emergency to be a marriage arrangement between I and the daughter of that greedy bastard—Marcelo.After I'd returned from Spain, I went straight to my father's estate in Sicily where I was met by my mother and sister. But even after so many years, I was still unable to look them in the eye.I went