Page 35 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

“Aria, this is Grena, Anita’s sister. She takes care of the house, here.” Matteo introduces us, and I understand where I recognize her from. She has the same kind eyes her sister does.

“Everything is ready for you. I’ve already sent Emelle to the mainland for supplies so I can make you a good meal, tonight. I was thinking fish, it’s brain food for the baby. Will that do, Mr Romano?” She smiles excitedly as her hand strokes my stomach.

“That will be perfect, Grena.” He nods curtly.

“Thank you.” I nod in agreement, noting how distant Matteo seems as he looks out at the ocean. He’s brought me to paradise and yet, he seems haunted by it.

“Grena, please show Miss Aria to our room, I’m sure she is tired from our journey.”

“Matteo.” I clutch his hand and shake my head in confusion. I wish he would tell me what the matter is. Vacations are supposed to be fun, why would he bring me somewhere that makes him miserable?

“I have some calls to make, business back home doesn’t stop because I take a vacation.” He kisses my forehead lightly, before releasing his hand from mine and pulling his phone from his suit jacket. When he steps away for some privacy, Grena reminds me that she’s still here when she takes my hand.

“Come, let me show you to your room, Miss Aria.” Grena leads me toward the hut, and when I look over my shoulder, Matteo nods his head and offers me another one of his fake smiles to encourage me to go with her.

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“How can you be miserable here?” I pluck up the courage to ask Matteo when he eventually comes to our room. He’s barely said a word to me since we arrived and he’s spent all evening in his office. The four-poster bed, I’m lying on, looks out onto the ocean and the double doors are open to let in the cool, very welcome, evening breeze.

“I’m not miserable,’ he assures me, taking off his cufflinks and placing them on the bedside table. I have no idea how he’s managed to keep a suit on, in this heat. He even ate dinner, barefoot, with the bottom of his slacks rolled up, and I’m hoping that he’s going to take a more casual approach during our time here. I wish I could say I was coping with the heat, as well as he is. I’ve had to have two showers since I’ve been here just to cool myself down, and I’ve already decided that I will be living in the bikini that Anita packed for me.

“Then start acting like you brought me on a vacation, then.” I stand up on my knees and grab his tie, using it to tug him toward me. I loosen it enough to undo his top button, while I kiss him and he gives in to me easily enough, resting his hands on my hips and letting his tongue roll around mine as I slowly make my way through the rest of his buttons. When I’m done, he shrugs out of his shirt and takes hold of one of my thighs, his other hand reaching up my back so he can gently rest me back on the mattress. I know exactly where this is leading, and I don’t care how hot it is, I’m here for it.

His fingers grip around my ankles, raising my feet so they are flat on the bed with my knees bent and spread open in front of him. I almost make a joke about being in the same position for Dr Fabier last week, but I know he wouldn’t find it very funny. He made it very clear that he didn’t like how intrusive my check-up had been, and I got a very intense reminder of who my pussy belonged to after he had left.

I keep my mouth shut and watch as Matteo kneels to the floor and starts to kiss me through my panties.

Everything feels so heightened lately, I blush when I feel myself soak through them. But I can tell by the smile his lips make, as they press against me, that he likes it. When I start to buck my hips against his mouth something feral seems to come over him. He straightens up so he can use both hands to tear open the fabric barrier keeping us apart, then lowers back between my legs so he can lick me, tongue to flesh.

My fingers grip the bed sheet as his hands clutch my swollen belly and he looks over it, into my eyes, while he makes me come for him. I hope the walls aren’t as thin as they look, and that Grena has her own place on the island when I shamelessly moan and thrash myself, uncontrollably, against his mouth.

“Nowdo you feel like you're on vacation?” he asks, kissing his way back up my body, giving extra care and attention to my nipples. They have been so sensitive since I’ve been pregnant, at first I struggled to have him touch them at all, but having his mouth surrounding them now sends a tingle of thrill all over my skin.

“Yes.” I slide my fingers into his hair and gasp when I feel his hand slip between us and his fingers start to tease my entrance. My body fidgets desperately, to feel more of him, and he pulls back to watch me suffer, bracing himself on one of his hands, while his other makes me come all over again. I love that the smile on his face isn’t fake anymore, it’s a content one, and I return it when I get my breath back.

“You look stunning when you come for me,” he whispers as his finger slips in and out of me, slowly, to wind me down; and I feel myself drench it even more when he stretches me open a little more and slips in another. “It hurts to look at you sometimes, you know that…?” His eyebrows hood over his eyes and I see that same hurt that's been with him all day, return. I want to question him over it, but I don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing to me.

“Fuck me.” I slide my fingers over his chest as I look down and watch the way I naturally ride both his fingers. “Fuck me hard like you used to.” I hear the desperation in my voice, and as much as I know he wants to be gentle with me, I see that same desperation in Matteo’s eyes. He may think he’s a closed book, but he doesn’t fool me.

“I can’t.” He shakes his head, straining his neck when he looks up at the ceiling like he’s praying to God to give him the power of resistance.

“You won’t hurt me and I promise, if you did, I’d tell you. I just want you to fuck me the way you used to. I miss it and, right now, you need it.”

“Aria, I can’t,” he answers through gritted teeth. His fingers starting to become a little less gentle as they fuck me.

“Please, Matteo.Ineed it too.”

I hear him growl in frustration when he moves away from the bed, and just when I think he’s going to storm off, he shocks me when he roughly unbuckles his belt.

I smile victoriously as I watch him undress and see the harsh threat on his face as he comes back toward me.

“You make me go against my better judgment,” he tells me, looking between my legs. “Look at this pussy.” He tilts his head and admires what's laid out in front of him before he forces my knees even further apart. “Weeping so desperately over my bed sheets, throbbing to be filled with my cock.” I nod back at him unashamedly, that's exactly what's happening, and I can tell from the darkness in his eyes that he’s about to give me exactly what I want. Though, I really don’t expect what comes next. Matteo’s fingers land sharp and hard between my legs, spanking my pussy, and making me gasp from the unexpected thrill that comes from it. “I fucking love this pussy, Aria. I love it even more when it’s desperate.” He lowers his head and licks me right through my seam, then spitting sharply at my clit, he studies his finger as he uses it to mix his saliva with my pleasure.

“Look at your pretty, little face. I can see the fucking ache you’re feeling, all over it; your desperation to feel me inside you is unmistakable.” He teases me even more when he takes his cock in his hand and lets it slip between my pussy lips. “So fucking close, but not quite there, huh, Princess? I’ll bet I could make you come like this. With my cock, edging closer and closer, to where you need it.”

I nod back at him, managing to see over the curve of my stomach how it looks as he slides it agonizingly, slowly through my pussy lips.

“I’m going to give you want, Aria,” he assures me, stroking my cheek with his thumb and swiping away some hair that’s stuck to my cheek. “Just give me whatIwant first. I want to feel this needy, little clit throb against my cock before I fill you with it.” He moves so slowly that my body aches from the anticipation. “In three…” He spits at the tip of his cock to soak it some more. “Two…” His thick head touches that sweet spot… “One.” His stern voice tips me over the edge, and I give him exactly what he requested. It feels so intense. Like my entire body is being squeezed in a vice, and just when I’m about to scream out his name, he shocks all the breath out of me when his cock slips inside me and he fills me in one long stroke.

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