Chapter 16: CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MATTEO.

There’s been a lot of changes. Changes that I do not desire. My wife….she’s something; something that’d ruin me if I’m not careful enough.

I’ve done everything humanly possible to keep my distance from her, still there’s no running away from her. She’s my shadow and I can no longer deny the fact.

But like I said, I’m not a fool.

And eyes don’t lie.

I know and I see it in Mirabella’s eyes that she’s tired. Tired of keeping up her act, tired of the lies and everything in between. She wants to open up to me but she seems scared of what my reaction might be. Nonetheless, I wanted her to come to me. I want her to come to me.

I must be a fool, expecting that she’d come clean to me. But no, my wife decides that the only way out of her devious ways is to seduce me.

Like I said, Marcelo and everything related to him are one and the same. Fucking lying, deceitful piece of shit.

Instead of telling the truth, she decides to let me touch her in very unholy ways.

And for what?

Do I really look like a man who’d be swayed by pussy?

Fuck her for thinking so little of me.

But really, I want to fuck her in every way possible. Ruin her body, punish her in a different kind of way.

Only it’s just what I want, not what I need. And if it’s not a need, then it’s not as important.

I’ve done enough damage to Mirabella already and I can’t just bring myself to fuck her when I know that I’m about to serve her divorce papers.

I’m sat at the dining table with my mother and sister, waiting for Mirabella to join us before we commence dinner. I told her earlier today that I’m giving her an opportunity to earn my respect and tonight is the only chance she has to earn that respect.

My next line of action solely depends on what choice she decides to make tonight.

Please Mirabella, just prove me wrong.

I want to be wrong about you.

“Fuck,” I mumble as I watch her walk down the flight of stairs in an extremely breathtaking dress.

I’m definitely getting her a full closet of that dress she has on. It suits her perfectly.

And her demure makes it impossible not to think dirty thoughts about her.

Fuck, my pant has suddenly become two times too small.

I watch her intently as she kisses my mom and sister on the cheeks before pulling out a seat and sitting beside me.

“You’re breathtaking,” I lean down and whisper in her ear, gaining a snorted laugh from her. My eyebrows furrow. Does she not believe me? Does she not think herself beautiful?

The maids serve our food and we begin eating and almost immediately, Mirabella falls into a conversation with my sister Julia and it takes everything in me not to hug her.

Julia has always been so different and I can’t fault her for it. The things she experienced as a child were enough to set her off but with Mirabella, she’s open. Happy even.

And the manner in which Mirabella cares for her, it’s so heartwarming.

Fuck Bella, just tell me the truth and we can make this marriage work.

The truth; that’s all I need from you.

“Are you sore? Did I slap your cunt too hard?” I ask her in a whisper and her eyes widen when my fingers skim the skin of her inner thigh.

“What are you doing?” She breaths out. I press a finger down on her swollen clit and keep it steady causing Mirabella to whine.

I chuckle when she desperately but subtly rocks her hips against my finger, creating some sort of friction and a whimper leaves her lips when she connects the spot she desperately wants. I lean down and whisper into her ear in a mocking tone, “Are you really that desperate for an orgasm?” She looks me up and down. Her bottom lip caught in between her teeth and her eyes filled with lust.

Those eyes are starting to piss me the fuck off.

Just take the fucking contact lenses off and come to me as you are for fuck’s sake.

“Head on my shoulder now. And not a sound,” I order and she obeys. I swirl my finger around her clit and she bites down on my shoulder in an attempt to hold in her moan. An attempt that is nearly futile.

She let out a not-so-subtle whimper when I run my finger down her slit, collecting her wetness and taking it back to her clit.

“God, you’re so wet.” I muffle as I pinch her clit slightly. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes…oh…Matteo,” she moans into my ear and I begin rubbing on her clit at a slow and torturing pace. Mirabella rocks her hips desperately but I take my finger off her clit before she can succeed in creating the level of friction her body desires.

“What are you doing Matteo? Go faster,” she whines.

“If you want to cum, beg for it.” I whisper and sink my teeth into the skin of her neck, causing her to whimper…. loudly.

My mother gives me a knowing look and I glare at her; fucking nosy woman.

“What are you waiting for Mirabella, beg me to make you cum.”

“What? No,” she whispers.

“No?”

“Yes…. No. I will never beg for an orgasm.”

Well, well, Well. Pride.

“I guess not then,” I take my finger off her completely and she grips my wrist. “What the fuck is wrong with you Matteo!” She screams and regrets it almost immediately.

There she is.

She dives her bottom lip with her teeth as her eyes dart from me to my mother and to Julia who seems startled by the sudden outburst.

“Tutto bene sorella?” Julia asks and Mirabella gives her a tight-lipped smile. “Sì, tesoro.” She answers as she strokes Julia’s hair.

My mom smiles at the sight and I find her eyes brimming with tears.

Same mum, same.

“I think I’m done here,” I declare abruptly as I get up from my seat. “Walk with me, Bella.” I order in a strict tone and she gulps harshly as she walks right behind me.

***

“Oh my God, this is so beautiful. I could spend the rest of my life here!” She exclaims as we both walk through the garden.

“It’s breathtaking,” I mutter and my jaw clenches on its own accord. Fucking memories. “It’s father’s favorite place to be.” I add and Mirabella exclaims her surprise.

“Why do you seem surprised?”

“Your father is a man! I didn’t think men loved flower gardens especially one as..uhm…feminine as this.” She affirms and giggles.

So cute.

Focus.

“He’s a man with tw…a daughter.” I slightly whisper and Mirabella’s brows crease together as she stands in front of me; barely inches apart.

“Everything okay? Husband?” She asks as her palms rest on my chest and I hold in my breath at the contact. A hum vibrates out of my throat and I speak, “Everything’s fine.”

Mirabella’s eyes narrow at me and she gives me a lopsided smile that somewhat indicates her doubt. “I might not know you too well Matteo but I know you enough and right now, you’re not yourself.” She affirms in an unshaken voice and I force out a smile.

“I have a business meeting to attend later tonight.” I tell her and I hate that I did. Of course she’s my wife but I want our marriage to remain only on paper. She doesn’t need to know all these details, but here I am willing to share my problems with her.

“You have business meetings every day, what’s so different about this one?” Her show of concern doesn’t go unnoticed.

Does she really care or is this just one of her little games?

“There’s just something about this one that has been ticking me off. I don’t know but the idea makes me feel anxious.” I breathe out and she takes me by surprise when she wraps her arm around my torso and the side of her face rests on my chest.

My body freezes in place and a gasp gets caught up in my throat. Fuck. I hate the contact but I also feel at ease. So much ease that I don’t want to push her away. Before I can do or say something, she speaks in a whisper. “Don’t go then. If you’re not comfortable then don’t attend.”

Her voice sounds concerned.

“I can’t have them be right about me. I have to attend, it’s a show of goodwill.” I answer as I grip both her arms, slightly pushing her away from me and she immediately apologizes for losing herself.

Fuck. Now I hate myself.

“You have something to tell me, Bella?” I question and her gaze shifts to the ground. Mirabella’s bottom lip gets caught between her teeth as she fidgets with her fingers. “Yeah,” she whispers and I realize how torn she is.

Maybe she does want to tell me but I present myself as unapproachable.

Maybe she wants to tell me but there’s a lot more to this than her identity.

Just maybe I’m not thinking about this as deeply as I should.

“Uhm…uhm,” she mumbles. “It’s nothing serious Matteo. I’d like to go inside now; I’m starting to feel too cold.”

My chest constricts and I grind my teeth. I wanted to be wrong about her but she’s just the same as the others and I hate myself for being so enchanted by her. “If this is your way of running away from this conversation, then fucking say it and stop trying to play your little tricks on me.” I grit out and she squirms.

“I’m not running away. I feel cold and that’s the truth. You wouldn’t blame me for being like this Matteo, if you hadn’t pushed me out-” She cuts herself short by biting down on her lip, probably regretting her outburst from the way my gaze softens.

I’m the reason she’s suffering.

Fuck!

Well then, once I return from my trip, I’ll let her go I can’t spend the rest of my life with her; not like this at least.

We walk into the house and I head to the bar by the far corner of the living area while Mirabella heads to her room or so I thought. I chug down the first glass of whiskey and my throat burns.

I chug down another.

And another.

Another.

I let out a groan and grind my teeth from the harshness of the liquid.

But then, I feel a presence behind me and even without looking I know it’s Mirabella but I don’t turn around or acknowledge her presence. A minute turns into two and into three and she’s still standing there without uttering a word.

“What,” I snap.

“I want to talk to you,” she exhales a breath and I let out a relieved sigh. I don’t care about what she has to say but I’m satisfied with her willingness to share whatever it is with me.

“About what?” I turn around to face her and she gulps as I take calculated steps towards her.

“About me. The real me. I have a lot to tell you Matteo but it’s just hard finding the words or the momentum to say them.”

My arms instantly wrap around her tiny waist and I pull her flush into my chest, my other arm gripping her thigh and lifting her up a little above my waist and she immediately wraps her legs around my torso. I stick out my tongue and glide it across her neckline as I walk us back to the counter.

Mirabella lets out a breathy moan when I sit her bare ass on the surface of the cold counter. My lips immediately connect with her neck and I suck on her skin like my life depends on it. “I can’t talk if you continue doing that,” she moans, throwing her head back while giving me more access to her neck.

“I’d rather stick to doing this than listen to you talk.” I muffle against her neck and my whiskey is suddenly not as harsh as I thought.

“Matteo!” Mirabella moans when I expose her nipples to the cold breeze. I blow on them more enjoying the way they become as hard as stone. I kiss, blow, suck on her cleavage and her nipple until my mark is everywhere my lips touch. “God, Mirabella, you have such sweet skin. I could write a poem on your skin with my fucking lips.”

She moans at my words and that’s a boost of my ego.

I’m definitely doing the right things and saying the right words.

I grab an ice cube from the ice bucket and hold it in between my lips. Mirabella leans back and places both her palms flat on the surface as she opens her legs more to me. Fuck. If I thought her breasts were the most perfect feature her body holds then I must be a fool because this pussy I’m looking at is heavenly.

And it belongs to my wife.

Hell to the fuck yeah!

“Fuck,” I groan as my eyes remain steady on her dripping cunt. Mirabella must feel uneasy from the way I’m staring because she tries to close her legs but I’m quick to grip both her thighs and push them open. Wider. “Don’t hide from me, Bella. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck, there’s no fault.”

I crouch down and take her nipple in my mouth, swirling the ice cube around her swollen nipple and she arches her back with a loud moan. I know people can hear but I don’t care; she’s my wife. “You want me to make you cum? Hmm?” I groan against her and her body jolts up.

“Yes,” she moans and I moan in return.

“Beg for it, Bella. Beg me to make you cum and I’ll oblige you. I’ll make you come so hard every breath gets knocked out of your lungs.”

Silence.

Heavy breaths from both of us.

She’s contemplating. Weighing her choices.

“Make me cum. Please.” Her voice is shaky and I stumble back from surprise.

Well, I didn’t expect her compliance but I’ll accept it; happily. I tease her by running my tongue across her wet slit and her body jerks forward with a force that causes me to hold her down tightly or she might fall off. Her body reacts to every touch like it’s the first time any man would touch her in this manner.

She feels pure.

She tastes pure even. Purity, that’s the first word that comes to mind when I suck on her wetness. I swirl the ice cube around her swollen clit and her thighs tighten as my name rolls out of her tongue like it’s the only name she knows. “Oh my…. Matteo. fuck! Right fucking there,” she outcries and I swirl my tongue faster.

The ice cube melts in no time and I glide my tongue all the way down to her hole and back up to her clit. My lips enclose her swollen bud and I suck on it, releasing it with a pop sound and she cries out louder. “Fuck! I’m so fucking close.” She screams.

“I know. I fucking know,” I feel her pussy throbbing faster, her thighs tightening and her toes curling. I know she’s so close and about to come so hard she might pass out. “Jesus, you taste so fucking good.” I declare with a whimper. My tongue sticking out fully I flick her clit in a zigzag motion.

Mirabella’s body is shaking vigorously and she’s screaming her lungs out. The tears spewing out of her eyes don’t go unnoticed. “Cum. Cum in my fucking mouth. I want to taste all of you, baby girl.” She does as I say, her body spasming out of control as her orgasm shoots through her.

She wraps her ankles around my shoulders and arches her back so much that I think her spine might break in half. And I know that if not for my firm grip on her, she’d have fallen off this counter.

Mirabella comes until she’s out of breath. By the time her orgasm comes to an end, her body has become wobbly and goes limp on the surface of the counter. It takes her at least five minutes before she’s able to even out her breath and get a word out. “That was….that was,” she groans at the loss for words.

“Insanely fantastic.” I finish off and she immediately agrees.

“About what I wanted to discuss with you,” she starts off but I shake my head ‘no’, telling her that I do not want to talk about it just yet.

I’m satisfied with her willingness to discuss this with me.

“Wait till I return caro, si?” she nods her response.

Just a few days and we can start anew.