Chapter 088

Matteo's Pov

"Now, your punishment." As I say the words on a predatory tone, I slip the cuffs out of my pocket and secure it around my wife's wrists.

She gasps a sharp breath, her brows pulling into a deep furrow.

"Matteo, what are you doing?" She asks, her tone bewildered. "Why am I being punished?"

I quirk a snarky smile, "you'll know soon, wife."

Mirabella looks up at me, fear dancing in her orbs. Good, she should be afraid.

I grab her arm, pulling her into the room attached to my office. The one no one else is allowed to enter. I slam the door shut behind us, the sound echoing off the walls.

"You were never so bratty, Mirabella darling. You were always so obedient, always bowed your head to my every command, and now. . . what changed?" I demand, my eyes blazing with anger.

Mirabella swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Matteo."

"Don't play dumb, baby," I smile a corny smile, my fingers tucking away strands of her hair.

Her eyes drop, and I know I have her. She knows I have her cornered exactly where I want her.

Her eyes are moving rapidly, searching for all other objects in the room except me.

I watch her with a wicked smile as I ravage through my draws until I have retrieved a leather whip. I turn to face her and she forces a thick gulp down her throat, beads of sweat now forming on her forehead.

"Why?" I demand, my voice dropping, my footsteps firm as they lead me to her.

Mirabella takes a deep breath before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why what?"

"Why did you go two weeks without speaking to me? Do you know how hard it was for me to live through those dreadful weeks without you in my arms?"

Her brows pull into a deep furrow, her skin shivering when my hands rub up her arms until they're at the hem of her dress. And with one strong tug, I rip her dress apart, leaving her in her bra and thong.

"I. . ." She stops, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. "Isn't that what you wanted, Matteo?"

I laugh, the sound cold and mirthless. My index finger curls underneath her chin, my thumb slowly stroking her bottom lip. "You think I wanted that? That I wanted the woman I so love with my whole life to stay away from me?"

My voice drops an octave, my eyes hooding as I slide down on my knees, my fingers looping around the hem of her thong, pulling it down her legs with gentle movement.

A gasp erupts in her throat, her back arching. A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips as I stand back up on my feet.

My eyes ravage her naked body, my heart thumping against k ribcage and I soak in her beauty. So fucking gorgeous with that little bump.

"Are you scared, baby?" I lift her chin gently, chuckling at the blush that creeps up her cheeks.

"You're holding a whip, Matteo, shouldn't I be?" Her lips form into a pout.

I lean down and bury my nose into the nook of her neck, dragging in a long breath of her calming fragrance. My tongue darts out and swipes along her skin. She moans.

I groan. "I promise not to be too hard on you; but only because of the baby. So, you have to relax and enjoy the process, yes?" I kiss her gently, nibbling her skin while I slowly creep behind her.

She's still lost in the ecstasy of my tongue on her skin when I strike, dragging a loud scream from her throat.

I don't stop.

I slap the whip against her skin. She trembles, her body almost colliding into mine. I catch her on time, holding her steady as I attack again.

"Matteo!" Her voice shrills with a loud cry. "Oh God, Matteo!"

"Yes, baby?" I breathe heavily. My eyes drop to her ass in observation and my heart swells with pride when I find that the skin is now a hue of purple.

"Please. . ." She cries, her voice shaking.

"Please what, baby?" I ask, my tone sarcastic. "Please continue, or please stop?"

The whip connects her skin again, all of my frustration channeled into the force from which I whip her.

Her cry loundens, "please. . . please. . ."

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"Tell me, Mirabella, will you keep these little secrets from me ever again?" I grunt.

"No, no, no, no. . ." She chants.

"Do you promise?"

"I promise, Matteo!" She affirms, her voice shaking.

I stop and pull her back into my chest, my lips smacking quick kisses on her shoulders. "Will you compare me to your little boyfriend ever again?" I whisper into her ear.

She shakes her head in refusal.

The corner of my lips curve into a smirk. "Good girl."