INTO THE THICK OF IT

Ariana’s pov~

I looked out the window of the jet, wishing I could leave all this behind and hop on the next plane back to my life in Malta.

Mateo’s hand grabbing my shoulder lightly brought me back to reality.

With a loud thud, he sat opposite me, relaxing into the seat, he crossed his leg and interlocked his fingers.

Then he glared at me again, with a sly and crooked smile plastered on his face, he said nothing and just continued to glare at me.

He had been doing only that since Igor had told him my secret.

“If you got something to say, Mateo, you should, rather than glare at me all the fucking way” I stated, his emerald glass eyes stared into my soul, he kept them fixed on me unwavering.

Occasionally he would scan my body lick his lips and go right back to glaring at me.

“You know I always thought you were something special, but a whore, I never saw that coming” he finally said, I sighed loudly, 

This again? Will I ever hear the last of it?

“You need me to explain my job description to you? because it seems you can't comprehend what an exotic dancer is”

 I was angry, but I couldn't show it, this was a man ready to save me from being sold to Igor, I had to tread lightly and curtail my viperous lips.

“Enlighten me” he encouraged, gesturing for me to go on before leaning his chin at the back of his thick hairy fingers.

All I could think about after seeing the neatly trimmed nails on his fingers was its previous location, the past 24 hours, embedded in another woman’s pussy.

On our wedding night. 

Wait? did I want it to be mine instead?

I turned my focus to him, adjusting in my seat, he watched me as I re calibrated the seat belt around my shoulder and tummy, a small portion of my hair fell out of place as I did so, and Mateo scooted over to put it back.

The sudden pull I felt as our eyes temporarily locked, took me off guard and I was stunned by the deep hue of the emerald and warm golden colour of his eyes, 

I've never been this up close to my adopted brother, I found myself sinking into the warmness of it.

What the fuck are you doing Ariana, his fiance is buckled tightly a few feet to your left.

I looked away, and my gaze fell on Becky who was lying on a comfortable bed, secured and buckled tightly, she looked pale, saliva gathered In the corner of her mouth, and her nurse quickly cleared it before it dropped on her pillow.

I wish we could trade places right now, anything to just be anywhere but here.

Here with Mateo….

“I'm listening…” Mateo mentioned, bringing my focus back to him. “Well?” 

“Look it's like therapy, and you won't understand it, I help people unpack their trauma, but I'm not a whore, I was a virgin when you fucked me like a piece of meat” I retorted, trying my best to maintain my composure.

Mateo was quiet, he maintained his glare and said absolutely nothing, in a split second The plane rocked, out of fright I clenched the arms of my seat tightly and closed my eyes.

“You are safe, bambino” I heard Mateo say, I don't know why it made me feel safe but I felt myself start to relax, I opened my eyes and saw my husband standing close to my face.

Right in front of me, I could see the outline of his engorged shaft trying not to burst out from his tight-fitted trousers that suited his thighs perfectly.

He leaned it in closer to my face and I pulled my face away, he took my face in his big hand and pulled it gently in the direction of his still-hard dick.

“Why, why are you looking away?” he inquired, raising my face to his, “what? Are you having flashbacks? I thought you didn't want me” he added and looked at me with those green devilish eyes, a sly smile crept across his face.

I pushed his hand away, “I don't, don't get it twisted, you can let me go anytime you want Mateo, I'm not property” I replied 

I watched as Mateo laughed softly, his face beaming as he did. 

I had never heard this laugh before.

It was gentle….. 

Ariana pull yourself together… you are dealing with a class-one psychopath.

Mateo raised his hands in the air in surrender “Fine fine, did you enjoy my gift last night?” he asked, moving out of my view to my side.

Thankful for that, I returned my focus to the window view.

“You are sick Matteo…” I muttered

He laughed softly again as he walked down toward his second in command Julius, passing my bodyguard Alfredo, who was almost five seats behind me.

Mateo had refused to disclose the location of where we were heading to, and why we had to take half-alive Becky.

Thoughts of those women coming out of his room flowed through my mind, the way they smiled as they passed, the look of satisfaction on their faces.

A wave of nausea flowed through my stomach and guided its way up to my throat as I conjured up an image of all those women in my mind, on top of him.

I swiftly got up, afraid to embarrass myself, I walked briskly passing Alfredo who instantly sprang up, and looked at me with concern “Mrs Donatelli are you okay?” he asked but no time to respond, I passed him and headed for the jet lavatory.

As I reached it, I saw it was half open, I yanked the hand hurriedly and what I saw took me by surprise.

I was instantly face to face with my husband's long thick shaft, it looked just like it did in my thoughts.

His zipper was undone and I assumed he just used the lavatory too.

The nauseating feeling left me and I found myself staring at the veins that ran through the long shaft, I swallowed hard.

“Like what you see?….” Matteo teased,

I quickly looked away “I'm.. I'm sorry I didn't know you were here” I replied as I started to move away from the door, but he pulled me into the lavatory and closed the door behind me.

“Don't tell me you missed me. you just saw me a few minutes ago” he said slowly, his hand reached around my neck and he choked it softly,

I almost gave out a soft moan “Mateo please stop, not here” I replied trying to move away from where he pinned me on the wall of the lavatory.

“Why are you always running bambino” he asked as he cupped my check with the same hand he choked me with.

“Mateo…im…” Then we heard a very loud blast and the plane rocked again, but this time it was different, everything shook aggressively and I fell into Mateo’s body. 

“What the hell is going on!”  Mateo thundered!

Mateo grabbed me and put his arm firmly around me, “Mateo what's happening?” I asked, my voice shaking in terror.

Then we heard the blaring alarm sound coming from the plane, the plane shook again, and this time I swear I could feel it starting to descend.

 We heard a loud and continuous knock on the door and Mateo opened.

I saw Julius and Alfredo, Julius' face was badly bloodied, Alfredo's suit looked bloody and burnt up, and they held what looked like school bags.

Wait, are those parachutes?

“Sir, someone planted a bomb in one of the jet’s engines, the plane is about to crash, the pilot Is trying to land the jet but we need to leave now!” Julius said, putting the parachute around my shoulders.

“Wait! I don't understand! What are you saying?” I exclaimed as my legs shook beneath me.

Mateo grabbed my shoulders and faced me.

“Ariana” he started “you need to jump out of the plane!”