COLD TRAP

Chapter 81 

MIRABELLA 

The front door of my home is pushed open by one of the soldiers. I step inside, my eyes immediately landing on my husband’s pacing form. 

He stops walking and stares at me with an angry expression. Perfectly arched brows shoot up with expectancy. 

What does he expect from me? An apology? 

Well, too bad I’m not ready to give him one. 

“Mirabella- 

I cut him off with my index finger raised to the air. “Shut your mouth and don’t fucking talk to me.” 

With that, I rush up the stairs. Matteo chases after me, but I’m quicker on my feet. When I run into our room, I slam the door in his face, clicking the lock twice. 

Ignoring my husband’s incessant banging against the door, I head into the bathroom, wash myself clean of that whore’s stench off me, head into the closet and adorn a matching pair of red lacy lingerie. Then I top it off with a robe, securing the rope on the left side of my waist. 

When inside the room by my dressing table, I spray a little bit of water on my hair, giving it a wet look before applying a red lipstick over my lips. Time to apologize to my husband the only way I know how. 

I pull open the door and Matteo stumbles in, his breathing fast and frantic, his heart going ballistic against his throat. 

“You locked me-” his words are swallowed by his own throat, his eyes stuck on my face–my lips. “Are you heading out? You just got back home, where the fuck do you think you’re going off to again?” 

I don’t speak. I stare at him from underneath my lashes, my lips curved into a mischievous smirk. The tension is palpable. We’ve been unable to meet each other’s sexual needs for weeks, and the longing is evident in our eyes. 

I step close and he mirrors me, his eyes pulling from my lips to my eyes and then back to my lips. “Amore mio,” he says on a whisper, pulling me close, his arms wrapping around my waist. “You’re driving me insane with all that suspense. Talk to me, Tesoro.” His lips brush over mine softly. 

“That was rude, the way you spoke to Ares.” I whisper, rubbing the tip of my nose over his. 

His arms tighten around my waist, a groan eliciting in his throat, his forehead resting on mine. “I almost had a mental breakdown when I woke up without you, Mirabella, and now that you’re here in my arms, all you want to do is talk about your pretty little boyfriend?” 

I mimic a laugh. “So you agree he’s pretty.” 

His lips ghosts over mine as the corners form into a smirk. “Are you trying to test me, my love?” 

Challenge dancing in my orbs, I uncurl his arms from around my waist and begin taking backward steps. Matteo doesn’t move. He stands perfectly still, but his eyes speak of the barbarity of his desires. 

“I do want to test you, husband,” I hush, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth and releasing with a pop. The action draws a grunt from my husband’s throat. 

Unknotting the rope that holds my robe together is a slow task for my fingers. But when it does come off, revealing the lingerie clinging onto my body, my husband’s eyes glaze over with darkness, the lids of his orbs hooding. 

“What are you going to do about it, love?” I challenge. 

The strides leading him to me are slow and predatory, his smile becoming maniacally, his eyes more feral. 

I move backwards, wanting to draw him in with the chase. But as I try to get my steps in, he lunges for me, his long legs putting him a better advantage. 

One hand grasps at my wrist, pulling me flush into his hard chest, the other hand slipping into my hair, tugging my head backwards. 

His face is leaned into mine, his mouth parted, releasing the most erotic of breaths. 

“Matteo,” I breathe. 

“Shut up,” he whispers, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. He nibbles gently, a thick hum erupting from deep within his throat. “Tesoro…” He hushes. “Oh the things I want to do to you. I should be punishing you for being such a bad, bad girl.” 

My throat produces a moan when he bites into my bottom lip, this time hard enough to cause a slight sting. “What’s keeping you from punishing 

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your wife, husband?” 

He growls deeply, a staggering breath leaving him. “You know what the doctor said.” 

“I don’t care about the doctor,” I reply. 

Matteo shrugs his shoulders, “Well I do care about you. And if doing this will hurt you or the baby in anyway, then I would prefer-” 

“Prefer to refuse me? To starve your wife of her needs? It’s been weeks.” I grumble, cradling his face. 

did today?” 

He tsks, “even if I chose to indulge you, wife, do you believe yourself worthy of it, of this? After what you NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

His hand squeezes my ass tightly, the other running across my ribcage, his lips slightly touching mine. “Answer me, Mirabella.” He demands, his voice dark. 

As my lips part, seeking for my words, Matteo’s index finger is placed over my lips. “Shh…” He demands my silence and I give it. 

He immediately flips me so that I am faced away from him. The radiating warmth from his body sends my mind tipping over the edge of overwhelm. 

Soft lips meet the exposed skin of my shoulder blade, placing a lingering kiss on it, his thick tongue moving in circles over the place his lips touched. 

“You drugged me,” he whispers, dragging his tongue over my shoulder to the back of my neck. I whimper, my bones wobbling. “And then you slipped out while I was deep in slumber, got on my jet and put your life and my child’s life at risk.” 

His tongue drags down the curve of my back until he falls to his knees. Firm hands grasp at my waist, holding my jerking body in place. 

I peek at him from over my shoulder and he looks up at me through his lashes as he pushes his face into the skin of my ass. “Why did you do it?” He questions. 

“I had to take care of your mistress for lying to me about the paternity of her child.” I answer, my voice soft and low. 

Matteo’s chuckle vibrates against my ass, his teeth sinking into my skin. I whimper, my hands going over his. 

“She’s not my mistress,” he warns. “And to think that you had to go through all of this trouble for someone like her…you fucked up, Mirabella.” 

I nod in agreement. “I know.” 

He releases a sigh, “and you drove me out of my mind because of that low life.” 

“I know,” I agree. “And I’m sorry.” 

Smack! Smack! Smack! 

Three hard smacks meet my asscheeks, startling a yelp out of my throat. 

Matteo growls, “you were such a bad girl, si?” 

“Si.” I answer in a tone of silence. 

He hums his approval. “And you are willing to be punished for being bad?” 

“Yes,” I reply. 

“Good,” he affirms. “Now get on your knees.” 

I waste no moment before obeying his command. And by the time Matteo rounds me so that he is standing in front of me, I find that he is now in his briefs, the thickness of his hardened cock mapped out through the material of his briefs causing me to force down a gulp. 

“Why are you just staring it at, baby? Take it out.” His tone is commanding, yet, so soft and encouraging. 

My hands do a quick job of taking his dick out of his brief. I tighten my fists along the length of him, pumping up and down, causing him to groan, pushing his hips forward. 

“Oh, that’s so fucking good, amore.” He moans, his throat bobbing in hard swallows. “Now be a good girl and open that mouth wide for me.” 

My core dampens at the sultriness of his tone of voice. My mouth drops wide open, my tongue darting out to swipe over his tip. 

He groans in his throat, a hand sliding into my hair, fingers curling around strands of my hair. “Oh fuck, Mirabella. You have to stop doing that if you don’t want me to hurt you.” 

“Maybe I want you to hurt me?” I flutter my lashes. 

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“Do you know what that means, baby?” He questions, his chest heaving. 

I nod, “it means I am willingly surrendering to you, sir.” 

He grunts. “Then open that little fucking mouth wider and take me in.” 

“Yes sir.” 

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