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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
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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
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Mirabella's Pov"No." I state my answer with a tone of finality. My husband scoffs, his head bobbing a few times. His tongues darts out and swipes across his teeth."Till death do us part."Those are the words that flow through the air before another side to my husband is activated. He runs through the rain of bullets, doing his very best to protect himself until he's gotten to our daughter.With one swift motion, he sweeps her off her feet and with the same speed, he runs like his life depends on how fast his legs move.It does, technically.A smile coats my lips when they reach me, a choked sob escaping the back of my throat when my princess hugs into me.I bask in the joy of having my daughter back in my arms that I don't realize my husband has walked back into the battlefield, this time without his vest nor his guns.He throws his hands into the air in a surrender, as if inviting death.I push my daughter aside and stumble, repeated screams escaping my throat."No! No! No! No! No
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Mirabella's Pov"Because I loved you, dinnazione!"It's a declaration. One made with a strained voice, staggered breath, and a hesitant heart.Time stills. I blink, my blink slow—too slow, as though my grip on sanity is lost.Certain events are impossible to prevent.For years, decades even, it has been a known fact. Certain events cannot be prevented, but a knowing of its occurrence ensures that we are properly prepared for when those events does occur.With Ares, my eyes were opened wide, my ears listening, intent to comprehend the signs by observation.The manner at which he stared at me, smiled at me, took care of me, provided me with companionship—I wanted to comprehend.Foolish of me to assume.I was too much of a coward to have demanded clarity.He was too much of a coward to have come forward, and clean about how he truly felt.And now, we're put in a difficult situation.Now, I'm in disbelief.When did it happen?How did it happen?How possible was it that Ares harbored feeli
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Mirabella's PovI am stuck alone.Words whispered through tears, one which forged an uncommon bond with my own self. A lifeline that has kept me anchored.I have lived alone.Strived alone.Survived alone.Me against me.Me for me.Wrong.I have a family, a complete family. My husband, my children, my mother in-law, my sister in-law, friends, well wishers, soldiers, business associates.I am constantly surrounded by love.Life is good.Do you want to know what else is good? The. . ."What might my beautiful wife be seriously thinking about?" Wet kisses meet my neck. I moan at the warmth of his tongue gliding down my neck line."Do you never get tired?"My husband hums, his teeth nibbling my skin. "Perhaps stay in bed for as long as seven months and tell me if it doesn't build your sexual stamina."Chuckling, I say, "You're unserious.""I'm seriously horny.""Crazy." I joke.My husband hums. "For you.""I'm busy. I have. . .we have a job to finish.""Let me finish inside you first."I
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