Page 36 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“Fuuuck!” The words tumble from my mouth and when I feel Matteo’s hand grip around my throat, I take hold of his wrist so he’ll keep it there. It’s been too long since we’ve had it like this. I appreciate how gentle he’s been with me, but I miss the man he was before he got me pregnant. That savageness is back in his eyes as he fucks me, deep and hard, and it confirms he’s got something heavy on his mind. I stare back at him, searching into his soul and begging for him to share whatever it is with me, but everything becomes too intense, and I lose control of my mind as well as my body. My legs shake, my heart thumps and my shattered body gives into yet another orgasm as Matteo thrusts his huge, hard cock inside me faster, and harder than I’ve had it for months. I know he’s close when his fingers clench my throat tighter.

“Mine!” he growls, fucking me frantically. “No one willeverfucking take you from me, Aria.”

He makes one long, final push inside me and I feel the force of his cum as it unleashes.

There's nothing but the sound of the waves lapping outside and our breathing, as he slowly trails his hand away from my neck and uses it to hold himself over me on the mattress without crushing my middle.

“Matteo.” I manage to find my voice, and when I look up at him he drops his head in shame. His shoulders rise and fall, rapidly, while he catches his breath.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” I can tell by the low tone in his voice that he’s mad at himself.

“I needed you to,” I admit, taking his cheek in my hand and guiding his eyes back up to mine. “Youneeded to,” I remind him.

“You have no fucking idea how precious you are, do you?” He shakes his head and narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve what you're giving me.” His eyes lower between our bodies and focus on my growing stomach. “I have to keep you both safe. I can’t lose either of you.”

“You aren’t going to lose us. We’re right here,” I assure him.

“Matteo, please tell me what's wrong. Tell me why we’re really here.” He closes his eyes and sighs before sliding his cock out of me and laying back on the mattress beside me. We both look up at the bamboo ceiling in silence and I’m just about to ask him again when his voice silences me.

“Your father is in L.A.,” he confesses, in a weak voice that proves how worried he is.

“What?” I turn my head to face him, doing nothing to hide my shock.

“He arrived last night, according to Demitri. I don’t know what he wants, but there's a strong chance it could be you and I won’t let that happen.” He rolls onto his side and props his head on his hand.

“Aria, I’m never gonna let you go. Not even if you wanted to. I would keep you a prisoner if I had to because I’m addicted to you.” His words should scare me, but they don’t.

“That’s why we're here because there are very few people who know about this island, all of them are people that I trust. I’ll keep you here for as long as I have to. I will not let your father take you back.”

“So, I guess we’ll just have to suffer here, in paradise.” I smile back at him, trying to lighten the mood. Of course, I’m worried about my father’s sudden appearance in L.A., but Matteo is always telling me stress isn’t good for our baby. I can see he’s going above and beyond to make sure we’re safe. I have every faith in him.

“Trust me, this place is a long way from paradise.” He looks down at his finger as it draws slow, delicate circles around my belly button. “There's nothing but bad memories for me here. I would never have dragged you both out here unless I had to.”

“You wanna talk about it?” I ask, intrigued by his attitude toward this place.

“Never.” He smiles sadly, before shimmying down the bed so he can press soft kisses all over my stomach.

“You think he’s okay? I lost control.” His hand strokes the underside of my tummy, affectionately.

“He’s fine,” I assure him, smiling to myself when I feel that fluttering sensation I’ve been getting, just lately. It’s nothing that can be felt from the outside, and I can’t be entirely sure it’s him, but it feels amazing when it happens.

“And what about you? I don’t know how long we’re gonna have to wait this out. Can you be comfortable here, until I do?” He looks up at me.

“I’ll be fine as long as we’re together.” I stroke his hair out of his eyes and smile.

MATTEO

Isee his blood soaking into the sand as his wide-open eyes stare right into my soul.

“Good job, son.” My father squeezes my shoulder as my shaky hand lowers the gun I’m holding.

“Good job,” he repeats, leaving me to stare at the man I just killed, and walking back toward the beach house. I notice him stop and say something to Mom, from the corner of my eye. I can’t hear over the sound of the ocean what it is but she doesn’t respond to it. She just looks numb as she sits on the step with a crystal glass of vodka in her hand and a blank look on her face. She’s shaking, just like me, and I’ve never seen her cry before, but the thick, black heavy tears that have run through the make-up she’s wearing are unmistakable.

“You made him proud, kid.” Demitri’s father, Gino, gives me a reassuring nod, as he and another one of my father’s guards lift the body off the sand and place it in a long, black body bag. And when I look across the beach and see my best friend watching me too, I wonder if today’s the day he’s feeling lucky not to be me.

“Matteo. Matteo…Quick!” Aria shakes me awake, and the urgency in her tone has me shooting off my pillow to sit up.

“Is it the baby?” I quickly check her over, starting to panic.

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