COLD TRAP

MIRABELLA 

“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. “Ohi Matteol 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 

our knees.” 

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

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

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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 Matteol 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…Matteol I’m coming!” 1 clench my walls around him so hard that he screams, “Tuck!” 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. 

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“They’re minel” My fist rams into his jaw and a maniac laughter escapes from the depth of his throat as he thrusts into me even harder. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“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 mel” 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.” 

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