All Chapters of TRAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mirabella's PovMatteo likes pain, especially pain accompanied by pleasure. And as I kneel by his feet, his cock on my face, his hooded eyes staring down at me, I know he craves the pain.He desires to express his animality but is restraining himself.I do not want him to restrain himself.The two hands curled around his thick length tightens so hard it draws a strangled groan from his throat. One would expect him to recoil, but he doesn’t. He pushes himself forward as if asking me for more.And I give him more.I kiss up his crown, my tongue darting out to lick off the pre-cum oozing from his tip. He moans, tightening his hold on my hair. “Fucks sake, Mirabella,” he breathes harshly.“Patience, baby,” I whisper as I flatten my tongue at his base, lazily gliding upward and snaking around his cock. “Don’t be so fucking greedy for my mouth.”A scoff breezes through his lips, “you’re the one on your knees, licking me up like I’m some precious candy of yours. I think we both know who the

Mirabella's PovMatteo lifts me up, moving us to the bed. A moan of satisfaction rumbles in my throat when my back meets the soft beddings.He bites down on his bottom lip, nibbling the glistening, juicy skin as his eyes drink up my naked body sprawled out for his view.“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He asks while trailing his fingertips across both sides of me until he gets to the curve of my waist. “So fucking unreal.”I open my mouth to speak, but my words are cut short when his hand connects my center, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. “Oh gosh. . .Matteo. . .” I gasp, grasping at his wrists in an attempt to keep his hand away from my sensitive part.“Yes, mama,” he answers on a whisper, his eyes locking on mine. I mewl, whining at the sensation of it all. “Beg,” he mouths while slowly easing two fingers into me.Fuck. . . I’m so tired, yet so fucking desperate.“I. . .” I trail off. But my words hang at the tip of my tongue when he pushes the third fin

Mirabella's PovThe tension in the air is brewing hot as we avoid each other, the silence between us deafening. It's been days since our argument, and the distance between us feels like an insurmountable chasm.Another day passes and the silence still remains.I walk down the stairs and he’s there, at the foot of the stairs, his mouth positioned as though he wishes to speak to me.I don’t want to talk to him. I turn back around and run back into my room, locking the door behind me.It’s become a routine for the both of us.Today he’s frustrated at me, and tomorrow, it’s me who’s frustrated at him.It’s a very unhealthy way to deal with our problems, but I cannot bear to stand and watch myself looked down upon by a man I’ve stood by and condoned for so long.I’ve had enough of this back and forth.Another day passes and it’s still the same.Another day passes and I grow more anxious of this unending silence. Matteo creeps around me. He watches me from the shadows, takes care of me with

Matteo's Pov“Now, your punishment.” As I say the words on a predatory tone, I slip the cuffs out of my pocket and secure it around my wife’s wrists.She gasps a sharp breath, her brows pulling into a deep furrow.“Matteo, what are you doing?” She asks, her tone bewildered. “Why am I being punished?”I quirk a snarky smile, “you’ll know soon, wife.”Mirabella looks up at me, fear dancing in her orbs. Good, she should be afraid.I grab her arm, pulling her into the room attached to my office. The one no one else is allowed to enter. I slam the door shut behind us, the sound echoing off the walls."You were never so bratty, Mirabella darling. You were always so obedient, always bowed your head to my every command, and now. . .what changed?" I demand, my eyes blazing with anger.Mirabella swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Matteo.""Don't play dumb, baby," I smile a corny smile, my fingers tucking away strands of her hair.Her eyes

Matteo's PovI wake up early with a feeling of an unexplainable joy, and when I feel my wife’s warm body molded into mine, her face looking relaxed and at peace as she clings onto me in her sleep, that unexplainable feeling of joy expands more at my heart. I gently brush a strand of hair out of her face, and she stirs, smiling.That beautiful smile."Good morning," she whispers, her voice husky."Buongiorno, bella," I reply, my voice low and husky. I lean in, kissing her softly. She tastes like sleep and sweetness. And like me.I linger on her lips, feeling my heart swell with love. I glance at her belly, rounding out her nightgown. Our little one is growing, and I can't wait to meet them.“How are you feeling this morning, Tesoro mio?” I ask as I bury my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling a deep breath, my arms tightening around her.She hums lovingly, the palm of her hand coming to rest on top of the back of my palm. “I feel so good, Matteo. A little tired, a little sore, but