Page 85 of Memento Mori
I filled my lungs with a deep breath, feeling the tension in my body melt away as I exhaled. Our legacy would be born in a few months, and I couldn’t be more excited about the future of my family.
Epilogue
Six months later..
Aaliyah
“Antonio,” she said impatiently, “I’ve had enough. Can I get rid of this damn blindfold already? This is ridiculous.”
I was getting on his nerves, but I didn’t care. This shit on my face was getting on my nerves, and I wanted it off so I could see where we were going.
We just landed not too long ago, and my anxiety was rising as I continued to have no clue about our whereabouts. Wherever it was, it was a good distance from the airport and cold.
As I descended the stairs of the plane, I was greeted by the echoing silence of the vast hangar, leaving me clueless about the location of this surprise vacation. The only sensation that registered was the biting cold that seeped into my bones. Thecold wasn’t your typical cold, it was an icy, bone-chilling cold that even the black mink coat Tony made me wear couldn’t fully protect me from. As soon as I got into the car, he blindfolded me, plunging me into darkness.
I hoped we were back in Norway, surrounded by its majestic fjords and lush green landscapes. Stavanger left a lasting impression on us with its stunning beauty during our last visit. Unfortunately, we didn’t have any time to explore or take in the sights because our trip was solely for business purposes. I’d mentioned to Tony a few times that I wanted to come back whenever we had the chance.
“No,Bella,” he said, his voice dripping with annoyance. “Keep it on. It’s a surprise and we’re almost there.”
He was tired of me, and I was tired of him too. This trip wasn’t starting off great, but if I knew my husband, it would definitely end with a bang.
I huffed, rubbing my hands over my stomach. My stomach growled with hunger and desire pulsed through my veins. All I wanted was a big juicy cheeseburger smothered in onions and pickles with extra mayo and mustard, and for Tony to eat my pussy. If I could have just those two things, it would be pure bliss for me.
My thighs pressed together as the thought of him nestled between them consumed my mind. If there was one thing I could say about my husband, he made sure I never went hungryand always kept me thoroughly fucked, especially during this pregnancy.
“Are you horny?” he asked, a mischievous chuckle in his voice, as his rough fingers tightened their grip on my thigh.
The contrast between his rough fingertips and my silky skin ignited an intense wave of desire throughout my entire body.
“No,” I huffed, my voice filled with annoyance, even though I was lying, and he knew it.
“You are,” he said. “You whimpered and you’re rubbing your thighs together.”
I didn’t even realize I made a sound, and I stopped moving my legs, which I didn’t realize I had been doing either. It was the only way I could get any friction to ease the ache without just touching myself.
I felt a jumble of emotions, each one vying for my attention. I was still angry that he wouldn’t let me remove the blindfold, yet I craved the sensation of his tongue exploring my treacherous flesh.
Now eight months pregnant, Tony decided to take me on a little vacation before our bundle of joy arrived. I was thankful. Life had definitely gotten in the way of us enjoying what we thought was going to be a peaceful time in our lives after we’d gotten rid of the Ghost. No one was trying to kill me, which was a relief, but life was still throwing shit at us left and right.
Alessandro still hadn’t returned, but at least now he was responding to our phone calls, giving us some reassurance. He remained tight-lipped, refusing to disclose his whereabouts or what he was doing. So, we stopped prying. He’d come back when he was ready.
Chantal’s cancer scare left Antonio stunned and filled with absolute terror. He loved his sister beyond measure and was consumed with worry, but now she was doing well. So, things were looking up for all of us. At least for right now
As his hand inched higher up my thigh, his laughter filled the air. “You’re wet,” he said, swiping his finger across the inside of my thigh when I didn’t respond.
If he’d just move a bit higher, I’d be so thankful but because I was pissed, I wouldn’t ask him to, even though I knew he would.
“If you’re a good girl for the rest of the ride,” he continued as I squirmed in my seat, “when we reach our destination, I’ll eat that delicious cunt of yours, get you the best cheeseburger on the planet, then eat your pussy again so you can go to sleep. How does that sound?”
My body responded eagerly, and I couldn’t help but moan as another surge of arousal soaked through my already saturated panties.
“A few more minutes,Bella. I promise.”
I sighed. “Okay but could you just move your hand up a little higher. It’ll make me feel so much better about not knowing where the hell we are.”
He chuckled, then his hand gently moved upwards, lightly brushing against my pussy. I closed my eyes letting the sensation wash over me. The sensation was pure bliss.
“You’re becoming a spoiled nympho,Bella,” he said lazily circling my clit with the right amount of pressure.
