Page 56 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“You will always be welcome.” Matteo nods, and after seeing him to the door, he joins me back on the bed to watch our son feed from me.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” he tells me, stroking our little boy’s cheek.

“Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?” I look down at him and my eyes brim with tears of pride. Matteo surprises me when he grabs my chin and forces my head to twist and look at him.

“I won’t ever regret taking you. You taught me how to feel something other than hate and I’ve learned that I can love.” He kisses me hard on the lips before releasing me, then strokes our son’s head as he continues to feed. I rest my head on my husband’s shoulder and take everything in. Leaving all the bad behind us and focusing on what’s good. Our child may have been created out of vengeance, but he will be raised among love.

MATTEO

“Mrs Romano, you should let me do that,” Anita argues with my wife, and when she notices me creeping into the room carrying our son, she shrugs at me, helplessly.

“Yes, Mrs Romano, you should.” My wife turns around when she hears my voice and immediately looks guilty.

“I was just…” She bites her lip like she thinks it’ll get her out of trouble, and I slowly move towards her, rolling my eyes and offering my hand to help her down from the chair she’s standing on. “...I want everything to be perfect. You know how critical your mom can be.” She looks around the room at the hundreds of balloons that are pinned to the ceiling.

“You better not have done all this by yourself.” I look around the over-decorated room, as I splay my palm over her huge stomach. Our son has only just reached his first birthday, and Aria is already close to giving birth to our second child.

“Tomas did most of it,” she assures me, taking our son from my arms and rubbing her nose against his before she balances him on her hip.

I can’t help admiring the view, Aria is a fantastic mother, and seeing her holding our son, while her belly swells with our daughter, makes me wonder how the hell I got so lucky.

“What time is your father getting here?” I tug them both close and kiss her, her lips taste like strawberries and I get the sudden urge to be inside her, again. Pregnancy makes Aria insatiable, and it’s been at least six hours since I last made her come.

The doorbell rings right on cue and Aria smiles at me as she places Oliver back into my arms.

“That will be him right now.” She plants another kiss on me before waddling off to answer it.

I spend the next few hours making polite conversation with Aria’s father and ensuring Mom’s glass stays topped up. Aria wanted to make Oliver’s first birthday special, and like everything she does, she’s done the perfect job. She has the biggest smile on her face as she watches her father play on the floor with Oliver, and when Mom comments on how delicious the cake, she spent hours baking is, Aria almost knocks the Martini out of her hand when she hugs her.

As the afternoon goes on, I notice Aria starting to look tired, and when everybody leaves, I force her to go upstairs for a nap. I spend some time playing with Oliver. Watching him grow feels like the greatest gift in the world, and if I thought falling for Aria had changed my life, having him come into it completely spun it on its axis. I want to take away all the bad from the world for him, and as I lie beside him on the floor, watching him push the train that Stevan gifted him along the rug, I wonder if the empire that my family has built will be a burden to him.

I’ve made a lot of changes since he was born and secured some investments that will ensure he has a choice over what kind of man he will become.

When I notice him starting to tire too, I carry him up the stairs and bathe him then, putting him in his crib, I watch him till he falls asleep. Aria refuses to have a nanny, she wants to witness every precious moment for herself. Usually bath and bedtime is something we all do together, but being pregnant while chasing around after a one-year-old is starting to take its toll on her.

When Oliver is fast asleep, I place a kiss on his forehead and head out onto the landing. I nod at the guard, who stands outside his room, before moving down the hall to check on my wife.

I’m surprised when I find our bed empty, and after checking the bathroom and still not locating her, I figure she must be in the kitchen. This time around Aria has become addicted to sweet things, pickles actually make her throw up, and she can’t get enough of cookie dough. I’m already thinking of ways we can get inventive with that when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

Taking it out, I check the screen and feel the dark smile lift on my lips as I read what it says.

Meet me in the basement.

I find my wife standing against the back wall, wearing the black, lace underwear I used, to limit her to. Her huge bump is on full display and she has the collar, that's still attached to the wall, fastened around her neck. My cock instantly goes hard, and I slowly slide my finger across my bottom lip as I start walking towards her.

“What is this?” I ask, trying my best to hide my smirk.

“This is us.” She shrugs her shoulders and smiles, “It’s how we first started, and tonight it’s how I want to be fucked.” Hearing her curse makes my palms twitchy, and I lick my lips, while I decide if I’m going to be a victim of her temptation or not.

Aria knows that I take her delicate condition very seriously, but I’m not a man whose limits should be tested. It appears that my beautiful wife has much more faith in me than I do.

She patiently waits for my response and I see the shock and thrill sparkle in her eyes when I grip my hand around her dainty little throat and pin her against the wall.

“Speak your name,” I command, the same way I did the first time I saw her down here.

“You know my fucking name.” She smiles, as she plays along.

“I didn’t ask you to tell me it. Iaskedyou to speak it.” I narrow my eyes at her.

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