Mirabella's PovThe act of embracing the truth. To look beyond the difficulties and the fear that comes with facing reality. To view the truth as a blessing. To find solace in the fact that the truth is a sparkling light even when the storm of darkness looms.I've embraced the truth.The truth that I can no longer keep my children away from their heritage. The truth that whether I like it or not, my children will always have Matteo Denaro's blood pumping through their veins. The truth that my little angels desperately crave their father's love.But it hurts so bad. It hurts so bad that I have to let him into their lives except, I have no choice in the matter.They love him, they want him, they're happy that he's here and I'll be the most selfish person on earth to take that away from them.I've never seen my children beam with joy the way they did last night whilst talking about their father and I cannot say for sure how they figured out that Matteo is their father but I guess blood i
Mirabella's Pov"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
Mirabella's PovOne thing about embracing truth is the pain that comes with it. The truth rips you apart piece by piece, it feeds on your inside, forces you into solitude, messes with your head but it somehow finds a way to make you feel whole.Embracing and coming to terms with my truth haven't been the easiest thing to do but I oddly feel whole. I feel satiated. I'm at peace with myself because I allowed the truth take charge.But there's a whole lot of other issues arising like a great storm within me and I cannot say for sure how I'm to remain calm when that storm comes.Is it regret?Is the love I feel for my husband still there?Is my past catching up on me?I do not know but all I know is there's just so much that I can take.A small knock sounds on my door and I don't need a seer to figure out who's on the other side. I hurriedly wipe my face clean of every traces of tears or sorrow or even sadness.Why does he bring out this side of me?"Come in." I call out and the door is g
Matteo's PovWhat the fuck are they still doing locked up in that room?Why isn't she coming out?Fuck!Shit!I'm going insane!I will rather die than lay around like a pathetic little bitch while another man unravels my wife. My woman. Mine.Okay. . .be smart here, Matteo, we don't want to give her any more reasons to hate us more than she already does.My subconscious cautions. I shudder.Hysteric laughter bubbles out of me whilst I toss and turn in bed. When did I become this person? When did I learn to stay this calm even when my insides are being ripped apart? When did I learn to share?Mirabella belongs to me.She is mine.My property.My obsession.Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck. My wife. The mother of my children. She belongs to me as much as I belong to her and I'll do whatever it takes to win her back. I'll win back her trust and loyalty. I'll make sure she realizes where she belongs and in order to succeed at my endeavors, every threat and distractions must me eli
Matteo's Pov"Fuck! Matteo! How the fuck did you get into my bathroom?"My eyes darken at the sight of erect nipple poking through her silk nightdress. "And here I was thinking that you've become very aware of your surroundings." I mumble as I motion towards her. She mirrors my action by taking a step back with each step I take forward until she's trapped between the wall and my body."Matteo what are—""Shut up." I growl. "Look over there Mirabella." I whisper, pointing to the left and the moment her head whips towards the left, I encircle my leather belt around her neck, tightening it enough to apply the needed pressure."Matt—""Shut up." I push my front into her, groaning at the melodious sound that elicits her lips. "Tell me, Mirabella, tell me that you consent to this. Say yes."She breathes out a, "no." And I tighten the belt around her neck with a growl like moan. "Wrong answer. Try again.""Matteo," she whispers, her tone coming out torn and I push my front into her one more t
Matteo's PovI've come to terms with the fact that some days might be good and some days bad, but right now, in this moment when my eyes flutter open to my wife's face scrunched up in pleasure and her pussy suffocating my dick, I can bet everything I have that it's going to be a splendid day today.How the fuck did I end up shoving my dick into my wife's pussy whilst we were asleep?Where the hell are the kids?How the hell is my wife enjoying sex when she's half awake?My thrusts are halted, my brain running in circles as I desperately attempt to fully decipher the events of this morning that might have led to this.Mirabella mumbles. "Matteo. . . Don't stop. Please, don't stop.""El? Baby? Are you asleep?" I murmur, grunting almost immediately when she rotates her hips, pushing herself forward to take all of me with a whimper.Her pussy tightens around my dick suffocatingly and I hiss, burrowing my head into the crook of her neck, moaning her name."Mirabella, please wake up. You mi
Mirabella's PovWhen Matteo and I heard the crash downstairs and took to our heels, I was hoping that it wouldn't be anything serious. Going on downstairs, I prayed in my heart that it'd just be the kids playing and thrashing the furniture but that doesn't seem to be the case.Not when my daughter's lips are spread wide in a toothy smile with blood smeared all over her face, and my son's features stoic, a better part of his body is soaked in blood.Time suddenly slows down, my legs coming to an abrupt stop, leaving me rooted in a spot as harsh pants escape my parted lips.Slowly, I whip my head around, immediately locking eyes with my husband who seems to be having the same thought as I. The situation isn't making any sense to me and I'm trying really hard to have a better understanding but my brain seems to be in a fog.My eyes widen even more, my brows furrowing so hard that my temple hurts. My daughter smiles even bigger, looking up at her father and I. My son still as quiet as he
Mirabella's PovAm I truly living? Or am I yearning for death in order to truly live?Is a question that I've continuously asked myself for years.I live because death is promised.Through the promise of death, I breathe.Through the promise of death, I yearn for the ability to truly live.When I'm faced with death, I expect it to be the happiest day of my life. Almost like finally seeing your long, lost friend.I hope for death's embrace to be soft and warm, to make me feel like I'm at home—the home I've always been in search of for as long as I can remember.Sincerely, I've become very impatient as I await death's call upon me. So, I remind myself with each passing day that I am one day closer to being faced with death.And today is that day.When against all opposition, I'm adorned in a leather body tight jumpsuit, fully strapped with guns and blades, ready to take on the bastards who were brave enough to abduct my daughter.We all file out—men and women trained for war.It's with h
Mariana’s Pov“Why did you bring me here?”My voice is accusing as I ask the question, my eyes tight, void of emotions. Alejandro’s Adam's apple bobs, an indication that a thick lump just slid down his throat.Then he smiles. He doesn’t know it, but the smile seems forced. “I’ve told you a million times, Mariana,” he says, his tone firm, robotic, “I want us to live freely for at least one week.”And that’s how I know he’s lying.Alejandro might be dangerous, but he has a casual persona. The type of man to wear a matching set of sweat shirt and pants in a room full of formally dressed men. The type of man to pull a trigger with a smile on his face. But his sudden seriousness when I ask my question is enough to sell him out. He’s suddenly defensive, and when one becomes defensive, something is amiss.“Cut the crap,” I murmur, my voice inaudible.“What was that?” Alejandro’s voice is low, sharp. It cuts through the air like a blade. His eyes are on mine, waiting, daring me to answer.I
Alejandro’s PovEating is done, and the basket is discarded to the side, leaving enough space for Mariana and I to share in each other’s warmth.We’re lying beside each other, finger interlocked, our gazes faced towards the sky. We revel in the silence, feel the depth of our connection without actually speaking.And it surprises me how Mariana is so receptive to this newness, to this softness.The intensity of her beauty, the authority in her words, and even her gracefulness will have anyone who doesn’t truly know her believing that she’s such a tough woman who has no emotions.Lies.She’s just as soft hearted, and she craves gentility.The night is still, the sound of the waves the only thing breaking the quiet. I’m staring up at the sky again, but I can’t help it—my mind keeps drifting back to her.What does she feel about me? What does she feel now that we have our finger locked, and our eyes faced towards the same direction?I roll onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow so I
Alejandro’s PovDay one on the Island.I jerk awake to heat, my muscles straining. Mariana’s body is perfectly molded into mine, her mass of dark, silky hair falling over my chest.A feeling of satisfaction fills my heart and I kiss the back of her head.She groans, and shifts back, wanting to disappear into me. But she wakes something else. Her ass locks around my growing bulge and a strained grunt escapes in my throat.“Shit, baby,” my voice comes out gruff, “you need to move a little.”I go to gently push her legs when she suddenly arches her back into me, causing my hand to land between her thighs. She moans.Fuck me.I move my hand, my fingertips grazing the skin of her inner thigh. She stirs, a small cry eliciting in her throat. I can’t tell if she’s fully awake, but her breathing is too uneven for someone who is still asleep. My hand squeezes her thigh, waiting for her to stop me. She doesn’t. I take that as a sign to continue. The hand buried between her thighs travels furth
Mariana’s PovWe’ve had quite the journey, moving from flying, to riding in the back of a truck, and now, we’re boarding a boat.I have no complaints.This somewhat reminds me of my days of active duty, the days when I was going on dangerous missions. The feeling is exhilarating.“You can’t keep ignoring me, my lady,” Alejandro’s whiny voice resounds beside me. And it warms my heart. Still, I sidestep him and make my way into the boat.I sit in the plush leather seat, feeling the warmth of the sun-kissed leather envelop me. The boat's engines roar to life, and we set out, gliding across the turquoise waters, leaving the world behind.I inhale and exhale a breath, calming my heart.My hair whips back, the strands dancing in the ocean breeze. I laugh, feeling carefree, alive. The wind carries the sweet scent of saltwater and the faint hint of Alejandro's cologne. I throw my head back and breathe a relieved sigh. The blue of the ocean catches my eyes. The shininess of it, the glow cast
Alejandro’s PovResistance. That’s all I see in her eyes. She’s fighting her pleasure—a war between her flesh and her mind. And I’ll tell you for sure that the flesh will always win.My face buries deeper, my tongue swirling around her bud. Her skin tightens, but she holds back her voice.“Let go, baby. . .Let go. . .” I urge, my tongue pushing into her entrance, curling. She doesn’t budge. I push a finger into her, and another, and another, and another. I curl all three fingers and she lets out a cry.“There you go,” I praise, “there you fucking go. . .”And then I’m fucking her recklessly with my fingers and my tongue. She cries harder, her body jerking. Her sweet, melodious voice draws a moan out of me. And suddenly, it’s no longer a fight of pleasure.She’s full on fighting me.I see how much my words affect her, but I know it’s not just about the words. It’s the confirmation. She always has been curious to know if I hold a grudge against her over what transpired between our pare
Mariana's Pov“It was you?” I ask, unsure, “the soldier who stole from the family?”“Bingo,” he smiles broadly, “we’re going to have a blast, baby.”I lean back into my seat and allow my brain fall into silence and calmness for a moment. Just a few minutes. And then laughter erupts in my throat.My chest quakes with the frequency of my laugh, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.“You’re a fucking genius aren’t you?” I ask, cackling, “all that calmness you exude, all that patience and endurance. . .you had it all figured out.”Alejandro’s eyes are on me, observing, careful. The movement of his arm is slow, deliberate as he puts his gun down.“You’re not mad at me?” He asks.I tip my head to the side, my teeth diving my bottom lip, nibbling sensually. Alejandro throws his hips in the air, a small grunt resounding low in his throat.“Is there a reason to be angry?” I ask and wait.He hesitates for a moment before tucking his gun away. And that’s when I strike. He doesn’t see me com
Mariana's Pov“It was you who put him in that state after all. How did you do it, Maria, huh? Was it the cookies you couldn't stop serving him? Or your special teas? How the fuck did you, right under our noses, succeed in reducing Don Vladimr Zakone Vaslav to a vegetable?”My brows twitch and a muscle feathers in my jaw. I throw my back against the backrest and heave out a sigh, my eyes locking with his.“I’m still waiting, Mariana,” Alejandro presses. He tries to sound serious, but I notice the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth and the look of awe in his eyes.He’s not angry.Good.Perhaps he is but is exceptionally good at concealing it: the logical part of my mind warns.My brows twitch. “Mind your business, Alejandro,” I mutter, my tone bored.His chuckle rumbles. “Your business is my business, amore mio,” he replies, “especially when my name was mentioned. “And that mad son of yours, his punishment will be doubled for ever putting hands on Alejandro. . .” I didn’t think a
Mariana's Pov“My love should be enough for the both of us, Mariana.”His words shake me to the core. And what shakes me more is the emotion swirling in those orbs of his. Why won’t he get angry at me?Why won’t he scream at me? Do something that shows me how much I drive him to the point of anger?“You’re a fool,” I mutter, a hand raking through my hair. “Come get my bags, soldier!” I command. A smile coats his lips as he approaches. He picks up my bags as though they weigh nothing and then he turns around, intending to exit the room.The door creaks open and Radimr walks in, his eyes on me, tender. He flashes me a smile and I mirror his smile.Huffing out an angry breath, Alejandro storms out of the room. But he doesn’t leave—he stands by the door, his eyes peeking through the small space.He watches as his brother’s arms envelope me in a hug, he watches how I reciprocate that hug with so much enthusiasm. His eyes cloud over with rage. And then Radimr’s mouth crashes on mine, rava
Mariana's PovI puff out a breath and squeeze the last of my clothes into the small travel bag I intend to go on my travels with.A little backtracking here: earlier today while Alejandro, my husband, and myself sat in my office deciding how to track down the soldier who dared to steal from the family and run off, Alejandro had volunteered to track him through the countries the fucker has been in and out of in the last few days.And at that moment, my stupid little heart thought it was an opportunity. An opportunity to experience those seven days Alejandro promised me without dealing with my husband’s suspecting eyes.What did I do? I made a declaration that I regretted right when the words left my mouth.“I’ll go with you,” I blurted, surprising both brothers.“What?” My husband had asked, eyes wide.“You know how good I am with words, baby,” I responded as I slid my hand into his. “Sending Alejandro alone for something like this might turn out to be a mistake. He lacks in communicat