Page 32 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

I quickly scramble off the counter when the room goes dark again, starting to gather everything up, but unable to resist ramming another strawberry in my mouth as I scoop up the evidence surrounding me.

“Fuck!” I curse when the can of whipped cream drops onto my toe, but I am impressed at my ability to protect the pickle I’m still holding, at all costs.

“Aria?” The kitchen light turns on brightly, and when I slowly turn my head and see Matteo standing in the doorway, all I can do is smile at him guiltily.

“What the hell is going on?” I can’t think of a time when I’ve ever felt so embarrassed as I look around the mess I’ve made and watch his eyes focus on the cream-coated pickle, that’s in my hand. He tries to hide his amusement behind his hand and I quickly turn my back on him.

“Don’t look at me. I know I’m disgusting.” I feel my cheeks heat up when I glance at the open peanut butter jar on the counter, that I justhadto dip the strawberries in, too.

“Turn around.” I hear his voice come from behind me, sounding much closer than it did a few seconds ago. I do as he says, spinning on my feet and looking up at him.

“You’ve never looked fucking hotter than you do, right now.” He uses his thumb to swipe something off my cheek, I’m guessing from the color of it that it's peanut butter and when he sucks it clean, I suddenly crave something very different to food.

Matteo says nothing as he crouches on the floor in front of me to retrieve the cream I dropped, and as he slowly works his way back up my body his free hand splays across my belly as he makes gentle kisses across it.

“You still hungry, Princess?” he asks, lifting the vest I’m wearing up over my tits and shaking the cream in his hand.

I nod, still clutching at the damn pickle, as he sprays cream over one of my nipples and smiles at me, darkly. He leaves it there as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, shrugging out of it and tossing it away, before he reaches behind me for the peanut butter and dips two of his fingers into the jar. I watch in fascination as he swipes them over my opposite nipple then, clutching both my tits together in his hands, he drops his head between them and sets his mouth to work. Feeling his tongue lap against me as he licks it off me, makes me moan and when I reach behind me to clutch the kitchen counter, I drop the pickle to the floor and fist my hands into his hair to keep him there.

I don’t feel embarrassed any more, or hungry. All I can think about is the throb between my legs, that's building stronger, and how he’s the cure to it.

Matteo’s hands move behind me, sliding under the waist of his gym shorts and gripping my ass-cheeks before he drags them off my body and lifts me onto the kitchen counter.

My body is sticky, and his lips taste all kinds of weird when he kisses me

But I like it. I like it even more when I hear his buckle clink and feel his hard cock slide inside me. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve taken it, Matteo’s cock always brings a little edge of pain when it first enters and I make that satisfied sound that I always do when he’s fully inside me. Steadily, he pumps himself into me, taking my lip and dragging it with his teeth, and making me moan even louder as I slam my palm against the side of the refrigerator to brace myself for more.

Matteo fucks me a little harder than he has since I’ve been pregnant, and it feels so fucking good that my first orgasm comes embarrassingly quickly.

“That’s right, pretty girl. You come for me,” Matteo orders, gripping me harder as I clasp even tighter around him. “Your pussy feels fucking amazing,” he whispers as his thrusts get harder. His head drops between us and he looks at my swollen stomach, affectionately, as he rests his hand over the ridge of it. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he tells me. His cock feels so big inside me as each stroke, he makes, fills me to the hilt, and when I feel his body tense and his groans become louder, I know he’s close.

“Get on your knees.” He quickly pulls out of me and helps me off the kitchen surface, and I get to the floor just in time to catch the warm cum that spurts from his cock, on my tongue.

“That’s right, you take that, Princess.” I look up through my lashes at the satisfied look he wears as I lick him clean. “You look so fucking hot on your knees taking cock, with this cute, little belly sticking out.” His hand reaches between us so he can stroke it, while the thumb from his other hand slides over my bottom lip, catching some of the cum that spills onto them and poking it back inside. I suck hard on his thumb as he feeds it to me. Then he shocks me when he grabs the pickle jar, and the cream from the work surface, and joins me on the floor. Resting his back against the kitchen cupboard and dragging me to sit between his legs.

“Were you really gonna eat that?” He nods his head at the pickle that I dropped on the floor.

“I was thinking about it.” I blush.

“Okay.” Matteo shrugs, unscrewing the lid of the pickle jar, taking one out and topping it off with cream. “Knock yourself out.” He presents it in front of me and when I smile back at him over my shoulder I take it from his hands and lie back to rest my shoulders against his chest.

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” I stare at it as my mouth waters to taste it.

“No, I’m just happy you're hungry.” He makes a relieved sigh, and when I seize the day and bite into the pickle, I'm both astonished and delighted at how good it tastes.

“Mmmmm… you should try this,” I tell him, holding my hand over my mouth as I chew.

“I’m good.” He laughs to himself as he slides his hands around me so they frame my tummy and when I notice the blood flecks on his tan, leather shoes, I swallow my mouthful and wipe my hand over my mouth.

“Guess there’s another name less on that list, huh?” I don’t know if I feel relief, or sadness when I think about Matteo taking another life for me.

“There’s only one name left on it now, Princess. And I can guarantee you he won’t be hurting you, anytime soon.” His thumbs stroke my stretched-out skin as he gently kisses my temple, and I can’t help but find comfort in his words.

MATTEO

Iwatch Aria in the reflection of my gym mirror, while I lift the dumbbells in my hands. Since I looked more into the article she was reading, the other day, about the benefits of yoga during pregnancy, I’ve had a mat brought up here so we can do our morning workout together.

She looks hot as shit in the training bra and yoga shorts she’s wearing and the bigger her stomach grows, the more I seem to become obsessed with it. I feel a lot more relaxed, now that the list of people Fucchini’s investigator thought could be a threat to her are dead; even more so now that she seems to have found her appetite, again. I swear that girl finds something new to dip a pickle into every day.

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