Page 46 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

Now, there's nothing I can do to stop the tearful little giggle that comes out, and when Matteo spins me around and kisses me hard on my lips, his hand slips under my dress and leaves me with no doubt that he just meant everything he said.

MATTEO

Ican’t believe Aria would doubt how beautiful she looks right now, and I could curse my mother and her stupid, designer friend for coming here today.

I’ve been edgy enough due to the loose ends I had to tie up this morning, that dragged me away from her. And after I convinced Aria that her wedding dress will be the perfect thing for her to wear to Mom’s party, I fuck her in it before we take a bath together. I’m doing all I can to keep her mind off tomorrow night, even if it was her own stupid idea. We have dinner on the patio, and watch some crap on TV, that she’s recently become addicted to. Now, it's time for me to take my wife to bed and worship her.

“Come on.” I hold out my hand to help drag her off the couch, placing my other hand under her stomach, to support it, as she stands. She’s really starting to struggle with how heavy it’s gotten. Dr Fabier gave her a scan the day after we got back from the island, and he estimates the baby is almost six pounds, already. There’s plenty more time for him to grow before Aria’s due date, and she’s only going to get bigger. The thought of her swelling, even rounder, makes me constantly fucking hard when I’m around her.

She waddles up the stairs with me and when we get to our room, as soon as the door is closed, I snatch her hips and drag her closer.

“I much preferred being on the island. You hide yourself away far too much here.” I slide the vest top, she’s wearing, up over her huge, full tits so I can squeeze one in my hand. Aria got embarrassed the other night when I made them leak, but I fucking loved it, so much so, that I had to taste it or myself.

“Matteo!” she warns, clearly scared of it happening again, and since I want tonight to be for her pleasure only, I manage to refrain.

“Are you wet for me?” I slip my fingers under her bump and into her panties and when she instantly soaks them, it makes me growl like a starving wolf. I should be going easy on her. I’ve read that sex can induce labor, but Fabier has assured me that that only happens in cases where the baby is ready to come. Since we have another three weeks before that happens, I intend to give my wife exactly what she needs.

“We’ll probably have to do it with me on all fours again. I’m far too big for you to go on top.” She blushes adorably, even if it does make me mad that she’s hung up on her growing body.

“I have a better idea.” I lead her over to the bed, pushing off my sweatpants and sitting on the mattress. I watch her confused face as I pull my t-shirt over my head and lay myself back against the headboard. “I want you on top. I want to watch you take my cock, while this big, beautiful bump bounces in front of me.”

“Matteo.” Aria flushes pink again, and when I sit back up and drag her closer, so she's standing beside the bed, I rub my palm over her tightly-stretched skin and make soft kisses across it.

“Don’t you want to take full control of my cock? Decide for yourself exactly how you get it? Hard or fast, gentle, or slow?” I tease her pussy with my finger as I look up at her over the swell of her tummy.

She proves she sees the incentive in my request when she tosses off her bra and carefully climbs onto the bed, and when I rest back again she takes her position, straddling my lap. I admire the view of her as she reaches under her belly and takes me in her hand, and I’m more than happy to assist, as she lines me up with her entrance and slowly sits herself on my steel-hard cock. The warmth of her pussy, and the way it sucks around me, has me clutching at her thighs and moaning.

“That’s fucking perfect,” I tell her, letting her set the pace, as she takes me deep and slow, with each roll of her hips.

“It feels good like this,” she confesses, reaching her arms behind her and gripping at my ankles, it pushes her stomach out even more, and I cradle both sides of it in my hands while she drenches my cock and her pussy tightens around me.

“I’m gonna come like this,” she announces, in that cute, helpless voice Lowering one of my hands, I use my thumb and strum her clit to help her get there a little faster.

The noises she makes when she comes for me has me close to coming, myself, but I manage to hold back. My wife deserves to come more than once. She throws back her head and screams my name, as she rides out her pleasure, then when she’s finished I decide it’s time for me to take control.

I grab at her hips lifting her slightly so I can fuck her hard and fast, straight into another orgasm. She’s barely had time to recover, and this time, instead of reaching back, she reaches forward, clutching the headboard as I thrust into her from underneath and make her come all over my cock, again. I allow myself to come too, forcing her down onto my cock one last time, and holding her still so I can fill her pussy to the brim.

“You good” I stroke her stomach, while I get my breath back and when I look up and see her nodding at me, I smile.

“Aria, never doubt how fucking incredible you are again.” I grab her throat and drag her down onto my lips.

ARIA

“You look incredible,” Matteo tells me when I meet him at the bottom of the staircase. I’ve gripped my hair up the same way Grena did for our wedding and once again squeezed myself into my wedding dress. Matteo looks hot as sin in his tuxedo, and now there is nothing left to do, other than leave.

“You don’t scrub up too bad yourself.” I dust off his shoulder before he grabs my hips and pulls me close.

“Are you ready to face the world, Mrs Romano?” He presses his forehead against mine, making my stomach flip when I’m reminded that tonight, everything will become real again. No more living in Matteo’s protective bubble, no more secrets. I have to have the faith that this will go well.

“I’m ready.” I drop my hand into his and let him lead me out the door, toward the car, where Demitri is getting into the front passenger seat. There are three other cars waiting to escort us. One in front of the car we’re taking and two behind it. Everything seems like a military mission as his guards fill them.

“Is all this really necessary?” I ask, accepting Matteo’s help as I lower myself into the backseat of the car.

“I’m not taking any risks.” Matteo puts on a brave smile, as he leans across my body to fix my safety belt.

“Try not to worry.” He places a kiss on my cheek before sitting back in his seat and clutching his hands together, tight. I can tell how wound up he is, by the white of his knuckles, and although I stand by my decision that what we’re doing here is our safest option, even Vivian agrees that her impressive guest list will offer Matteo and me full protection. My father cares very much about his reputation, it’s unlikely he would attempt anything in front of a crowd. And one thing I know I can rely on Vivian Romano for is her ability to draw the right crowd. I swear the people of L.A. fear her, just as much as they do her son.

We travel to Malibu and when our car pulls through the huge, black gates, and parks outside the mansion home that belongs to Matteo’s mother, I’m not at all surprised by its elegance.

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