CHAPTER FIFTY

MIRABELLA.

The act of embracing the truth. To look beyond the difficulties and the fear that comes with facing reality. To view the truth as a blessing. To find solace in the fact that the truth is a sparkling light even when the storm of darkness looms.

I’ve embraced the truth.

The truth that I can no longer keep my children away from their heritage. The truth that whether I like it or not, my children will always have Matteo Denaro’s blood pumping through their veins. The truth that my little angels desperately crave their father’s love.

But it hurts so bad. It hurts so bad that I have to let him into their lives except, I have no choice in the matter.

They love him, they want him, they’re happy that he’s here and I’ll be the most selfish person on earth to take that away from them.

I’ve never seen my children beam with joy the way they did last night whilst talking about their father and I cannot say for sure how they figured out that Matteo is their father but I guess blood is really as strong. And of course my children are way too smart for their own age.

Breathing out a shuddered breath, I push open their door, walking in with hopes that the three of us are able to bond through breakfast but I find that the room is empty, causing my brows to furrow.

My kids have learnt not to step out of their room in the morning until I come in to get them, so why the hell is this room so empty?

“Mariana?! Mariano?!” I push open the doors to both the closet and the washroom, screaming their names but all I get in return is the resounding echo of my voice.

Fear creeps in, almost crippling me whilst my mind replays a thousand and one possible events that must’ve prompted the absence of my kids.

Christ!

I take to my heels, running as fast as I can through the halls and down the stairs.

“Ares! Zara!” I scream and it doesn’t take more than five seconds before they’re running towards me with their guns.

“What’s going on?” Ares questions with concern in his eyes whilst I hyperventilate. I bend over, both my palms resting on my knees whilst I choke and gasp for air.

“The kids are gone. . .” I whisper, feeling my eyes well up with tears. “They’re not in their rooms, Ares. Get the security footages! Now!”

“Uhm ma’am. . .” I turn around with furrowed brows, staring blankly at the kid’s nanny. I restrain from snapping, instead, I quirk a brow at her, nudging her to speak.

“They went to the other wing earlier this morning. I tried stopping them but they said you gave your permission.”

The other wing?

They’re so many other wings in this mansion but I think I have an idea what wing this foolish woman is talking about.

My eyes redden.

Yes, I’ve concluded that I wouldn’t keep my kids away from their father, however, I haven’t given them my permission to get to know each other. He cannot just pop back into my life after five years and expect me to give him access to my children. Never.

Less than five minutes and I’m banging on the Library’s door whilst screaming Matteo’s name.

“Mirabella, please calm down. We don’t want your blood pressure peaking high.” Ares attempts soothing me but I’m too pissed to listen.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Ares! This fucker thinks that he can come back into my life after five years and take my children away from me! I’m their mother and he couldn’t even ask my permission before bringing them here! Who the hell does he think he is?!”

I don’t know how but all I know is that I’m phased out to a point where I’m unable to register the words that are coming out of my mouth. I’m just going on and on, rambling whatever comes to mind but the moment the door is pulled open, my voice is immediately silenced.

I stare at Matteo in anger when he pulls the door completely open, leaving enough space for Mariana and Mariano to walk out from. The both of them have their heads lowered in shame with their fingers interlaced in front of them.

“It’s not their fault, Mirabella.” Matteo breathes out and I let out a chuckle, narrowing my eyes at him. “Of course it’s not. It has to be you, right? The one who ruins everything, the one who just appears and everything goes sour. It has to be you! How dare you come here and try to take my kids away from me?!”

“Need I remind you that it was you who brought me here?!” Matteo roars. “If you so desperately wanted me to remain in the dark about my children then why did you bring me here?!”

“They’re my children!” I scream. “Not yours, not anyone else’s! Mine!”

“They’re mine as well! We made them together!”

A shuddered breath wracks through me and I throw my head back in laughter, anger coursing through my veins. Almost everyone in the house seems to be having a good time watching the show I and Matteo are displaying.

I motion towards Matteo with my eyes darkening in rage. Standing toe to toe with him, I crane my neck back to look up at him, making sure my eyes are hard enough to drill holes into his skull. He returns the gesture.

“You lost the right to call them yours the moment you forced me away from you. Stay away from my children.”

“Stop it already mummy. We didn’t do anything except talk and play. What’s so wrong with that?”

Mariana’s voice rings in my ears and I suck in a breath with a clenched jaw. “Don’t you fucking speak to me in that tone young lady!” I lose control of my nerves and raise my hand.

Matteo screams. “Mirabella don’t. . . Don’t do it! Mirabella!”

Too late. Before I’m able to stop myself, the sound of my palm crashing against her cheek resonates and a loud gasp tears through my throat. I rip my gaze off Matteo, immediately looking down at them.

I slapped Mariano. The slap was intended for Mariana but Mariano pushed her aside and took the hit in her place.

“Oh my God. . . I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to. I’m so so sorry.”

A sob wracks through both my kids and they hug each other tight, sobbing into each other’s shoulders. I move forward, attempting to touch them but they flinch away from me.

“My angels, you know I’d never hurt you. I’m sorry. It was just a mistake. Please forgive me.”

“But you hurt me! You promised never to let anyone hurt us but it’s you who’s hurting my brother and I!” Mariana screams, both of them immediately turning on their heels. I go to run after them but Matteo’s hand encircles my forearm, pulling me back.

His eyes are darkened with rage and the tip of his ears reddened as he glares at me. Through his grinding teeth, he grits, “give them space.”

I gulp down harshly at the tone of his voice. This was the same tone he used the very day he killed Pablo. My fear threatens to creep out but I force it back down and stand my ground.

“This will be the last time you put your hands on my children Mirabella, do you understand?” His voice in a monotone and a chuckle escapes the back of my throat.

My fist slams into the side of his face as I scream, “I’ve said a million times that they’re my children! Mine!”

I’m still overtake by the need to be possessive of my children that I don’t realize the speed at which life is coming at me. Before I can manage two blinks, I’ve already been flung into the library and the door is been locked by none other than my husband.

I can hear Ares screaming and banging on the door from the other side but Matteo doesn’t budge, instead, the corners of his lips tilts up into a smirk whilst he approaches me with calculated steps.

“Up Mirabella.” He commands but I don’t care to listen. “Stand the fuck up, Mirabella!” This time, he’s at a very close proximity with me that if I were to stand up, our bodies would touch.

I don’t want that.

Well, it seems as though I have no choice seeing that my husband’s hand is wrapped around my neck whilst he lifts me up so easily, pinning me against a wall with his angry breath fanning my face.

“You and I have had our own share of abusive parents and grandparents and we wouldn’t want that for our kids now, would we?” He questions with his eyes boring into mine.

“They’re my kids but yes I understand what you’re saying. It was a mistake and it wouldn’t repeat itself ever again.” I choke out.

“Good to know because the next time you put hands on those kids, I will not think twice about burying you alive.”

A scoff slips my lips. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Something in the line of regret and guilt flashes in those beautiful hazel eyes, his jaw visibly tensing. “Mirabella. . .I fucked up.”

“When have you never?” I raise a brow and his head drops, his gaze shifting from me to the ground.

His hold on my neck is released but he’s not stepping away from me. His gaze suddenly but slowly shifts from the ground back to me. Our eyes stay heavily locked on each other, our breaths hot and ragged. His eyes drop to my gaped lips and then to my exposed cleavage, causing me to gulp down harshly.

“Mirabella. . .” He whispers and pulls me close to him, his lips immediately slamming against mine. A gasp slips my lips and he takes advantage of the opportunity, slipping his tongue into my mouth, intertwining his tongue with mine in a dance battle whilst eating the fuck out of my face.

There’s nothing gentle with whatever we’re doing. We both want this, we both have missed this but the anger in the atmosphere wouldn’t allow us go easy on each other.

I push him away. “What are we doing?” I breathe out.

“Don’t you want it?” He breathes out his question and I gulp. “I do.”

“Good.” He lifts my dress and drops to his knees, his head immediately buried into my pussy and my thighs tighten at the contact, a loud moan slipping my lips.

“Still tastes as exquisite as I remember.” He moans whilst he fucks me silly with his tongue.

I throw my head back with my chest heaving up and down, my fingers pulling at his hair. “Oh! Matteo! Don’t stop!” I moan.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He mumbles against me and my hips jolts forward at the vibrating sensation settling in my spine.

Before I can control it, my hips begins rocking against his face so desperately as I elicit soft moans.

“Of course she’d fuck my face like the fucking desperate whore she is.” He groans, his tongue rolling up and nudging at my entrance. The act sends a new wave of pleasure coursing through my bones and I throw my head back, digging the back of my head into the wall with a loud scream.

I breathe. “I wasn’t the one who asked you to drop down on your knees.”

“For this pussy, I’ll be on my knees all day, everyday.”

Asshole.

Cocky bastard.

I tug at his hair harder and he moans at the painful sensation. That sound fucking does something to me and my thighs tighten, my pelvis vibrating as I near the peak of my pleasure.

“Oh shit Matteo! I’m gonna. . .oh my!” My fingers dig into his scalp. I rock my hips faster against his face, riding out my orgasm.

But my darling husband decides to drive me to the edge and leave me there. With wants.

He’s up before I know it, his lips slammed against mine again, moving against mine aggressively. “You see how good you taste?” He groans and I moan at the contact of his fingers on my wet pussy.

“I have a boyfriend.” I moan out and he let out an unamused chuckle, his eyes darkening by a fraction.

“Last I checked Mirabella Denaro, you are still my wife and I’m quite frankly offended that you’d bring up another man when you just had your pussy dripping all over my face.” He growls, slamming his lips on mine again. I push him away.

“Ares will be breaking down that door in ten minutes.”

“I require five.” His hands work fast at unbuckling his belt and releasing his extremely huge dick. I look down at him, immediately sucking in a breath at the beauty that stares back at me. He’s beautiful. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Oh my goodness.” The words escape my lips before I can stop them. He looks so pure, untouched, angry and perfect especially with that piercing on the tip. If I didn’t know Matteo any better, I’d swear that he hadn’t involved himself in any sexual escapades in the past years.

But I know better.

I’m unable to rip my eyes away from his dick. Fuck, why can’t I look away? Why am I gawking at his dick?

Shit.

“Ruffle me up Matteo.” I abruptly declare and his eyebrows furrow. “Hit me. I need to look ruffled up like I’ve been in a fight with you. I don’t need anyone knowing that I’m in here fucking an asshole like you.”

“That mouth seems to have gotten very smart, has it not?” His palm connects with the side of my face and I moan. The contact only makes me desperate with need.

“Do it again Matteo, I love it.”

“Such a dirty little whore.” He smacks me across the face again, this time harder than the first time, causing me to throw my head back in ecstasy.

“Fuck!” I bellow when he rams into me, both our bodies immediately freezing as we stare at each other through our lashes. “What the fuck Matteo, you feel so fucking amazing.” I whimper at the feeling of both the pleasure and the pain.

He let out a chuckle, a guttural sound following after. “For the first time in five years, I’m very proud of myself for waiting. . .” He stops himself, exhaling through his mouth. “You are so amazing. So tight. So wet. So warm. And you take me so fucking well. You should win a price for being such a good fucking girl.”

My praise kink activates and a loud moan escapes my throat. “Yes Matteo! I’m your good girl!”

“Yes, you fucking are!”

And then he begins slamming into me like a wild animal on the loose. Each thrust so hard that my back slams against the wall.

“Oh. . .Matteo! I’m coming!” I clench my walls around him so hard that he screams, “fuck!” As his muscles tighten.

“Do you think you deserve a price? Hmm? Mirabella? After what you did earlier. . .” He slams into me, pushing so deep until we’re connected at the hips. “All you deserve is to be fucked like a whore until you’ve learnt not to put your hands on my children.”

This fucker.

“They’re mine!” My fist rams into his jaw and a maniac laughter escapes from the depth of his throat as he thrusts into me even harder.

“You hit like a bitch. Add a little more strength next time, amore mio.”

My arms encircle him as we both ride out our orgasm. The thrill is amazing, hearing as Ares struggles to break down the door whilst my husband fucks me into oblivion for the first time after five years. Toe curling, amazing, exciting, exhilarating. Everything in between.

“With me Mirabella! Come with me!” Matteo moans through his scream as I tighten my walls around him. We both scream and whimper into each other’s shoulders as we bask in euphoric pleasure. Matteo’s orgasm hits him so hard that he’s barely able to stand as he moans against my lips, praising me for taking him like a good girl.

I haven’t experienced this in a long time and the feeling is exhilarating.

“That was so amazing.” Matteo breathes out and I hum in agreement as we waste no time in catching our breaths. His lips are placed on my forehead, his fingers lazily stroking my hair, causing me to relax into him with a sigh.

He heaves out a shuddered breath. “You’re so beautiful, wife.”

I smile against his shoulder for about a few seconds before my subconscious snaps me back to reality. I hiss, grumbling under my breath. “Get a grip Mirabella.” I mumble to myself when I get off him, pulling my dress down along with me whilst he adjusts his slacks.

I turn around to walk away but he grips my wrist. “Please Mirabella,” He starts. “Please let me get to know my children. Let me be a part of their lives.”

I fail. The tears I’ve been trying to hold in begins streaming down my face. I stare at Matteo with nothing but hatred, shame and expectancy in my eyes.

“What about me?” I question.

“What?”

“It’s been five years, Matteo. Five whole years but you’re here and all you care about are the kids when I was the one whom you hurt! You hurt me physically and emotionally and mentally but you aren’t even trying to make it right with me!” A sob breaks through me and his face morphs into that of regret.

“If you didn’t meet the kids, what would you have done? Did you even plan on apologizing for all the hurt you caused me?” Matteo attempts motioning towards me but the door is immediately pushed down and Ares runs in. He runs towards me, his arms encircling me whilst I sob into his chest.

“Get out! Now!” He roars at Matteo whilst continuing to soothe me. I can hear those heavy footsteps heading towards the exit but they suddenly stop and his thick voice resonates.

“I’m so sorry Mirabella.”