57. Arianna
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
ARIANNA
F our weeks of utter silence. Five days of blissful sex and romantic dates. And still, I felt a storm brewing.
Maybe it was because we hadn’t resolved anything. Maybe because we kept resorting to sex rather than talking.
Yes, my body came alive around Matteo, but my mind and heart needed more.
But maybe for one more day, we could have this bliss and pretend we were alone.
As a snowstorm raged outside, with the power out and no electronics or social media to entertain us, we decided to play a game of hide-and-seek.
“Found you.” His breath tickled my nape and I whipped around to find him grinning. “You have to do better than hide under the table.”
I sighed. “I guess I’m fucked.”
He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up in the air.
“Yes, but only by me.” He carried me into the bedroom and set me down. “Now strip.”
This man had the capacity to make me deliriously happy and completely unsettled. There was no in between with Matteo. It terrified me.
“You first.”
He was already pulling his T-shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest and those rippled muscles. He knew they made me weak in the knees.
“Come on, wife. Start taking it all off,” he drawled, smiling boyishly for the first time since the Vitale party.
I winced, a tinge of pain flashing through me at the thought of Hannah. Stuck on this island—cut off from the real world—something had to give.
“Ari, don’t make me repeat myself,” he grunted.
One more day, I promised myself. I’d take one more day to get lost in this, and then I’d brave it. And so would Matteo.
I had come to terms with it. I was his. I’d always be his.
There was no denying it anymore.
With shaky fingers, I pulled down the zipper of my dress and let it fall soundlessly to the floor. His gaze fell to my lacy lingerie and heated.
“All of it,” he grunted as he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down.
I unhooked my bra and soon my panties followed, and his gaze swept over my naked body while I stared at his.
Matteo Vitale might be a lot of things, but his body was a work of art that would give Michelangelo a run for his money.
He took a step forward and so did I, meeting him halfway.
He reached out and stroked my collarbone, then lower until he reached my nipple, making me moan. His palm slid down my flat stomach until he reached between my legs. I pressed up on my tiptoes, eager for his fingers inside me.
I bit my bottom lip and my eyelids fluttered shut when he glided his fingers into my throbbing entrance, but a moan still vibrated between us.
“You’re ready for me,” he murmured. Then, without a warning, he slapped my pussy.
My eyes flew open as I yelped. “What the fuck?”
“Eyes on me, wife.” He slapped my pussy again, then thrust his finger inside me, pain and pleasure twisting and weaving like a vine.
I shot him a glare despite the fact that it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
“Slap my pussy again, husband, and I might get that gun back out and shoot you.”
His nostrils flared. “Say that again.”
I looked at him with uncertainty. “Slap my pussy and I’ll shoot you?”
“No, not that.” His fingers thrust inside me and I grabbed on to his bicep for balance.
“H-husband?” I moaned.
His mouth slammed onto mine, kissing me deeply.
“I like you calling me that,” he rasped against my lips. “And duly noted, no slapping. Can I tie you to the bed and fuck your greedy pussy?” He curled his fingers and thrust.
“What if I don’t like it?” I breathed harshly, every muscle in my body wound tight.
“Then we’ll stop.” He took my earlobe between his teeth and bit gently. It might have been silly, but I loved that he asked for my permission.
“Okay.”
He pulled out his fingers and brought them to my lips.
“Suck.” I parted my lips, licking them clean one by one. “Good girl. Now lie down.”
His words sent jolts through me and my stomach tumbled over.
I scooted back, following his demand, as Matteo reached inside the bedside table and pulled out two silk ties. Then he joined me, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he fastened my hands to the posts.
My pulse beat in my ears. My breasts were achy, my nipples hard.
Then, to my surprise, he moved to my ankles and soon I was spread-eagled on the bed. I couldn’t help but blush at the image I must have portrayed.
Naked and aroused, there for his taking.
A dark, hungry gleam flickered in his eyes as he approached me.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath skating over my skin. His fingers found my swollen, drenched entrance and teased while he kissed my neck, trailing his mouth all the way down to my breasts. He took a nipple between his teeth and tugged.
“God…” I whimpered, my back arched off the bed. He thrust his fingers inside me, filling me to the point of discomfort.
“Not God, baby. Just your husband.”
“I need you inside me,” I begged.
He chuckled. “Always so impatient.”
His mouth trailed farther south until his shoulders were wedged between my thighs and he buried his face in my pussy.
I couldn’t think, all my focus on the sensations ricocheting through me as he licked me. Fast, then slow. Fast, then slow. Bringing me to the edge with the lap of his tongue until lust strained my muscles.
I was a puddle of pure need, grinding against my husband’s face in a relentless chase for my orgasm, when a shrill ringing startled us both.
Matteo tensed, lifting his head, his face glistening with my arousal.
“Ignore it, whatever it is,” I panted, lifting my hips, but he was already crawling up my body. “Please… Please…”
His breaths came in harshly, his hard length dragging over my stomach and making my pussy throb as he reached the bedside table.
“Husband… Please… I need you inside me… Please …” I sobbed.
It must have worked because he forgot all about the noise and straddled me, his eyes like burning flames. Then in one thrust, he entered me, filling me to the hilt.
Matteo pounded me into the mattress, my fingers curling around the silky ropes as I held on. A tingling sensation blossomed in the pit of my stomach, his every ruthless thrust bringing me closer and closer?—
Then the same shrilling ring echoed between us.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and I vaguely registered him reaching for something. “The power is back.”
He pulled out only to thrust inside me again as he glanced at his cell phone screen and my eyes widened.
“Don’t you dare answer that?—”
His hand came to my mouth, covering it as he answered. “I see you hacked into my cell phone, Mr. Morrelli.”
He wasn’t moving, but he was still hard and buried deep inside me. While I gaped at him in shock, he didn’t seem one bit perturbed that he was still inside me while on the phone with my dad.
“Arianna’s with me.” His expression turned cold. “She’s my wife and belongs exactly where she is. With me.”
Angry words were spat on the other end, but I couldn’t make them out.
He rolled his hips and my eyes bulged out of my head, the flames of desire reigniting despite my own father being on the other end of the phone call.
“Sure, you can talk to her yourself.”
What ? I mouthed. No, no, no. Not now .
He rolled his hips, in and out, shallow thrusts drawing soft moans from my lips.
I didn’t want to talk to my family when he was buried to the hilt inside me. “Yes, she’s been asking to call, but we had some things to work out. But since you hacked my cell, we might as well have a family reunion now.”
Another thrust and a wanton whimper echoed.
He brought his cell to my ear while I shook my head, all the while fighting the bubbling moans in my throat.
“What am I supposed to tell him now?” My voice was barely a whisper, every inch of me blushing. The worst part… I was still turned on.
“Tell him you’re tied up,” he said, smiling devilishly. “And that you’ll call him back.”
“Arianna?” Dad’s somber voice came through and I closed my eyes, trying to block all the sensations Matteo was drawing out of me.
“H-hi, Dad. I’m okay.”
“Did that fucker hurt you?” he asked menacingly. “I’m going to kill him for everything he’s put us through.”
This was so fucked up. I should be upset at Matteo for putting me in this position, but I was so turned on that I couldn’t even find the strength for it.
“He… didn’t hurt me.” Matteo’s thrusts hit the exact right spot inside me and I swallowed, steadying my voice. “Please don’t worry.” His thrusts picked up their rhythm and I fought the impending orgasm. “I’ll call you later. Is… that… okay?”
“You’re sure you’re safe?”
“Y-yes.”
“Okay, but if I don’t hear from you, I’m coming for him. I have his GPS coordinates now.”
Matteo took the phone and ended the call, then he slammed into me hard, causing the bed to screech. His hand fisted in my hair, his grunts in my ear as I chased the impending pleasure. His pelvis ground against mine as he fucked me so relentlessly that all I could hear was the thundering pulse in my ears.
And then he hit that spot and my back arched off the bed as I came so hard my body shuddered and a million stars exploded behind my eyelids. And, with a last thrust, he finished inside me, murmuring soft words in my ear.
Our heavy breaths filled the silence—full of contentment and love.
I opened my eyes, meeting his steady pools of hazel, and we stared at each other.
“Fuck, I missed you so much, baby,” he murmured, then softly nipped my neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmured.
“I want your all, Ari. Your love, passion, anger, sorrow, troubles… everything.”
“I’m all yours. Only yours.”
He smiled that boyish grin that made me weak in the knees.
“Good, because I’ve been yours for a very long time.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I’ll probably make you mad over our lifetime together, but don’t ever leave me again. My love is possessive and obsessive, and knows no boundaries. You’ll always be the most important person in this universe. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because all the stars shine for you, but you, baby… you’re the only star that shines for me.”
A noise tore from my throat and I couldn’t help but love him more. If that was even possible.
“The two of us forever,” I whispered.
For the next hour, we were lost in each other, but the reality was way too quick to catch up.