COLD TRAP

MATTEO

There’s been a lot of changes. Changes that I do not desire. My wife she’s something something that’d ruin me if I’m not careful enough

I’ve done everything humanly possible to keep my distance from her, still there’s no running away from her. She’s my shadow and I can no longer deny the fact

But like I said, I’m not a fool.

And eyes don’t be.

1 know and I see it in Mirabella’s eyes that she’s tired. Tired of keeping up her act, tired of the lies and everything in between. She wants to open up to me but she seems scared of what my reaction might be. Nonetheless, I wanted her to come to me. I want her to come to me.

I must be a fool, expecting that she’d come clean to me. But no, my wife decides that the only way out of her devious ways is to seduce me

Like I said, Marcelo and everything related to him are one in the same. F***g lying, deceitful piece of shits.

Instead of telling the truth, she decides to let me touch her in very unholy ways.

And for what?

Do I really look like a man who’d be swayed by p**y?

F**k her for thinking so little of me.

But really, I want to **k her in every way possible. Ruin her body, punish her in a different kind of way.

Only it’s just what I want, not what I need. And if it’s not a need, then it’s not as important.

I’ve done enough damage to Mirabella already and I can’t just bring myself to f**k her when I know that I’m about to serve her divorce

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I’m sat at the dining table with my mother and sister, waiting for Mirabella to join us before we commence dinner. I’d told her earlier today that I’m giving her an opportunity to earn my respect and tonight is the only chance she has to earn that respect.

My next line of action solely depends on what choice she decides to make tonight.

Please Mirabella, just prove me wrong

I want to be wrong about you.

“F**k,” I mumble as I watch her walk down the flight of stairs in an extremely breathtaking dress…

I’m definitely getting her a full closet of that dress she has on. It suits her perfectly.

And her demure makes it impossible not to think dirty thoughts about her.

F**k, my pant has suddenly become two times too small

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I watch her intently as she kisses my mom and sister on the cheeks before pulling out a seat and sitting beside me.

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“you’re breathtaking, Hean down and whisper in her ear, gaining a snorted laugh from her. My eyebrows furrow. Does she not believe me? Does she not think herself beautiful?

The maids serve our food and we begin eating and almost immediately, Mirabella falls into a conversation with my sister Julia and it takes everything in me not to hug her.

Julia has always been so different and I can’t fault her for it. The things she experienced as a child were enough to set her off but with Mirabella, she’s open. Happy even

And the manner in which Mirabella cares for her, it’s so heartwarming.

F**k Bella, just tell me the truth and we can make this marriage work.

The truth; that’s all I need from you.

“Are you sore? Did I slap your cunt too hard?” I ask her in a whisper and her eyes widen when my fingers skim the skin of her inner thigh.

“What are you doing?” She breathes out. Breath erratic, an obvious swell in her chest. I press a finger down on her swollen clit and keep it steady, causing Mirabella to whine.

I chuckle when she desperately but subtly rocks her hips against my finger, creating some sort of friction and a whimper leaves her lips when she connects the spot she desperately wants. I lean down and whisper into her ear in a mockery laced tone, “are you really that desperate for an **m?” She looks me up and down, her bottom lip caught in between her teeth and her eyes filled with lust.

Those eyes are starting to p** me the f**k off.

Just take the f**g contact lenses off and come to me as you are for f**ks sake.

“Head on my shoulder now. And not a sound,” I order and she obeys, I swirl my finger around her clit and she bites down on my shoulder in attempt to hold in her moan. An attempt that is nearly futile.

She let out a not so subtle whimper when I run my finger down her slit, collecting her wetness and taking it back to her clit.

“God, you’re so wet.” I muffle as I pinch her clit slightly. “Do you want to c**m?”

“Yes…oh…Matteo,” she moans into my ear and I begin rubbing on her clit at a slow and torturing pace. Mirabella rocks her hips desperately: but I take my finger off her clit before she can succeed in creating the level of friction her body desires.

“What are you doing Matteo? Go faster,” she whines.

“If you want to **m, beg for it.” I whisper and sink my teeth into the skin of her neck, causing her to whimper. Loudly.

My mother gives me a knowing look and I glare at her; f**g nosy woman.

“What are you waiting for, Mirabella, beg me to make you **m.”

“What? No,” she whispers.

“No?”

”

“Yes. No. I will never beg for an o**m.”

Well, well, Well. Pride,

“I guess not then,” I take my finger off her completely and she grips my wrist. “What the f**k is wrong with you Matteol” She screams and regrets it almost immediately.

There she is.

She dives her bottom lip with her teeth as her eyes dart from me to my mother and to Julia who seems startled by the sudden outburst.

“Tutto bene sorella?” Julia asks and Mirabella gives her a tight lipped smile. “Si, tesoro.” She answers as she strokes Julia’s hair.

My mom smiles at the sight and I find her eyes brimming with tears.

Same mu

mum, same.

“I think I’m done here,” I declare abruptly as I get up from my seat. “Walk with me Bella.” I order in a strict tone and she gulps harshly as she

walks right behind me.

“Oh my God, this

is is s

so beautiful. I could spend the rest of my life here!” She exclaims as we both walk through the garden.

“It’s breathtaking.” I mutter and my jaw clench on its own accord. F**g memories. “It’s father’s favorite place to be.” I add and Mirabella exclaims her surprise.

“Why do you seem surprised?”

“Your father is a man! I didn’t think men loved flower gardens especially one as.. uhm…feminine as this.” She affirms and giggles,

So cute.

Focus.

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“He’s a man with tw…a daughter.” I slightly whisper and Mirabella’s brows crease together as she stands in front of me; barely inches apart.

“Everything okay, husband?” She asks as her palms rests on my chest and I hold in my breath at the contact. A hum vibrates out of my throat and I speak, “everything’s fine.”

Mirabella’s eyes narrow at me and she gives me a lopsided smile that somewhat indicates her doubt. “I might not know you too well, Matteo, but I know you enough and right now, you’re not yourself,” She affirms in an unshaken voice and I force out a smile.

“I have a business meeting to attend later tonight.” I tell her and I hate that I did. Of course she’s my wife but I want our marriage to remain only on paper. She doesn’t need to know all these details, but here I am willing to share my problems with her.

“You have business meetings every day, what’s so different about this one?” Her show of concern doesn’t go unnoticed.

Does she really ly care or is this just one of her little games?

“There’s just something about this one that has been ticking me off. I don’t know but the idea makes me feel anxious.” I breathe out and she takes me by surprise when she wraps her arms around my torso and the side of her face rests on my chest.

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My body freezes in place and a gasp gets caught up in my throat. F***k. I hate the contact but I also feel at ease. So much ease that I don’t want to push her away. Before I can do or say something, she speaks in a whisper. “Don’t go then. If you’re not comfortable then don’t

attend.”

Herv

Her voice, she sounds concerned.

“I can’t have them be right about me. I have to attend, it’s a show of goodwill.” I answer as I grip both her arms, slightly pushing her away from me and she immediately apologizes for losing herself.

**k. Now I hate myself.

“You have something to tell me, Bella?” I question and her gaze shifts to the ground, Mirabella’s bottom lip gets caught between her teeth as she fidgets with her fingers. “Yeah,” she whispers and I realize how torn she is.

Maybe she does want to tell me but I present myself as unapproachable.

Maybe she wants to tell me but there’s a lot more to this than her identity.

Just maybe I’m not thinking about this as deeply as I should,

“Uhm…uhm,” she mumbles. “It’s nothing serious, Matteo. I’d like to go inside now; I’m starting to feel too cold.”

My chest constricts and I grind my teeth. I wanted to be wrong about her but she’s just the same as the others and I hate myself for being so enchanted by her. “If this is your way of running away from this conversation, then f**g say it and stop trying to play your little tricks on me.” I grit out and she squirms.

“I’m not running away. I feel cold and that’s the truth. You wouldn’t blame me for being like this Matteo, if you hadn’t pushed me out she cut herself short by biting down on her lip, probably regretting her outburst from the way my gaze softens.

I’m the reason she’s suffering.

F**k!

Well then, once I return from my trip, I’ll let her go.

I can’t spend the rest of my life with her; not like this at least.

We walk into the house and I head to the bar by the far corner of the living area while Mirabella heads to her room or so I thought. Ichug down the first glass of whiskey and my throat burn.

I chug down another.

And another.

And Another.

I let out a groan and grind my teeth from the harshness of the liquid.

But then, I feel a presence behind me and even without looking I know it’s Mirabella but I don’t turn around or acknowledge her presence. A minute turns into two and into three and she’s still standing there without uttering a word.

“What?” I snap.

i want to talk to you,” she exhales a breath and let out a relieved sigh. I don’t care about what she has to say but I’m satisfied at her willingness to share whatever it is with me

“About what?” [ turn around to face her and the gulps as I take calculated steps towards her.

“About me. The real me. I have a lot to tell you, Matteo, but it’s just hard finding the words or the momentum to say them,”

My arm instantly

wrap around her tiny waist and I pull her flush into my chest, my other arm gripping her thigh and lifting her up a little above my waist and she immediately wraps her legs around my torso. I stick out my tongue and glide it across her neckline as I walk us back

to the counter,

Mirabella lets out a breathy moan when I sit her bare a*** on the surface of the cold counter. My lips immediately connecting her neck and I suck on her skin like my life depends on it. “I can’t talk if you continue doing that,” she moans, throwing her head back whilst giving me more

access to her neck.

“I’d rather stick to doing this than listen to you talk.” I muffle against her neck and my whiskey is suddenly not as harsh as it

thought.

“Matteo!” Mirabella moans when I expose her nipples to the cold breeze. I blow on them more, enjoying the way they become as hard as stone. I kiss, blow, suck on her cleavage and her nipple until my mark is everywhere my lips touch. “God, Mirabella, you have such sweet skin. 1 could write a poem on your skin with m y i n g lips.”

She moans at my words and that’s a boost of my ego.

I’m definitely doing the right things and saying the right words.

I grab an ice cube from the ice bucket and hold it in between my lips. Mirabella leans back, placing both her palms flat on the surface as she opens her legs more to me. F u c k. If I thought her breasts were the most perfect feature her body holds then I must be a fool because this p u s s y I’m looking at is heavenly.

And it belongs to my wife.

Hell to the f ck yeah!

“F c k,” I groan as my eyes remain steady on her dripping c u n t. Mirabella must feel uneasy from the way I’m staring because she tries to close her legs but I’m quick to grip both her thighs and push them open. Wider. “Don’t hide from me, Bella. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck, there’s

no fault.”

I crouch down and take her nipple in my mouth, swirling the ice cube around her swollen nipple and she arches her back with a loud moan. I know people can hear but I don’t care; she’s my wife. “You want me to make you c u m? Hmm?” I groan against her and her body jolts up.

“Yes,” she moans and I moan in return.

“Beg for it, Bella. Beg me to make you c u and I’ll oblige you. I’ll make you c u m so hard every breath gets knocked out of your lungs.”

Silence.

Heavy breaths from both of us.

She’s contemplating. Weighing her choices.

“Make me c u m. Please.” Her voice shaky and I stumble back from surprise.

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Well, I didn’t expect her compliance but I’ll accept it; happily, I tease her by running my tongue across her wet slit and her body jerks forward with a force that causes me to hold her down tightly or she might fall off. Her body reacts to every touch like it’s the first time any man would touch her in this manner.

She feels pure.

She tastes pure even. Purity, that’s the first word that comes to mind when I suck on her wetness. I swirl the ice cube around her swollen clit and her thigh tighten as my name rolls out of her tongue like it’s the only name she knows. “Oh my.. Matteo f u c k ! Right g t h e re,” she outcries and I swirl my tongue faster.

The ice cube melts in no time and I glide my tongue all the way down to her hole and back up to her clit. My lips enclose on her swollen bud and I suck on it, releasing it with a pop sound and she cries out louder. ” u c k! I’m so f u c k i n close.” She screams.

“I know. I f u c k i g know,” I feel her y t hrobbing faster, her thighs tightening and her toes curling. I know she’s so close and about to come so hard she might pass out. “Jesus, you taste so g ood.” I declare with a whimper. My tongue sticking out fully as I flick her clit in a zigzag motion.

Mirabella’s body is shaking vigorously and she’s screaming her lungs out. The tears spewing out of her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “C u C u m in my f u k i g mouth, I want to taste all of you baby girl.” She does as I say, her body spasming out of control as her o r g s m through her.

She wraps her ankles around my shoulders and arch her back so much that I think her spine might break in half. And I know that if not for my firm grip on her, she’d have fallen off this counter.

Mirabella comes until shes out of breath. By the time her or g a m comes to an end, her body has become wobbly and goes limp on the surface of the counter. It takes her at least five minutes before she’s able to even out her breath and get a word out. “That was…that was,”

she groans a

at the loss for words.

“Insanely fantastic.” I finish off and she immediately agrees.

“About what I wanted to discuss with you,” she starts off but I shake my head ‘no’, telling her that I do not want to talk about it just yet.

I’m satisfied with her willingness to discuss this with me.

“Wait till I return, caro, si?” she nods her head in response.

Just a few days and we can start anew.

Well, I didn’t expect her compliance but I’ll accept it; happily. I tease her by running my tongue across her wet slit and her body jerks forward with a force that causes me to hold her down tightly or she might fall off. Her body reacts to every touch like it’s the first time any man would

touch her in this manner.

She feels pure.

She tastes pure even, Purity, that’s the first word that comes to mind when I suck on her wetness. I swirl the ice cube around her swollen **t and her thighs tighten as my name rolls out of her tongue like it’s the only name she knows. “Oh my…Matteo.. **k! Right f*g t**here,” she outcries and I swirl my tongue faster.

The ice cube melts in no time and I glide my tongue all the way down to her hole and back up to her clit. My lips enclose on her swollen bud and I suck on it, releasing it with a pop sound and she cries out louder. “F**k! I’m so f**g close.” She screams.

“I know. I f**g know,” I feel her p**y throbbing faster, her thighs tightening and her toes curling. I know she’s so close and about to come so hard she might pass out. “Jesus, you taste so f**g good.” I declare with a whimper. My tongue sticking out fully as I flick her clit in a zigzag motion.

Mirabella’s body is shaking vigorously and she’s screaming her lungs out. The tears spewing out of her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “C**m. C**m in my f**g mouth. I want to taste all of you baby girl.” She does as I say, her body spasming out of control as her o*m s*hoots through her.

She wraps her ankles around my shoulders and arch her back so much that I think her spine might break in half. And I know that if not for m firm grip on her, she’d have fallen off this counter.

Mirabella comes until shes out of breath. By the time her orgasm comes to an end, her body has become wobbly and goes limp on the surface of the counter. It takes her at least five minutes before she’s able to even out her breath and get a word out. “That was….that was,” she groans at the loss for words.

“Insanely fantastic.” I finish off and she immediately agrees.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“About what I wanted to discuss with you,” she starts off but I shake my head ‘no’, telling her that I do not want to talk about it just yet.

I’m satisfied with her willingness to discuss this with me.

“Wait till I return, caro, si?” she nods her head in response.

Just a few days and we can start anew.