COLD TRAP

Chapter 43 

MIRABELLA 

“Do you want to know something?” I question Lex as I lean dow 

the person he’s looking for is me.” Into his ear. 

down, whispering, “that man is my father, the dead woman was my mother and 

He gulps down on nothing, his face pale as a ghost as his eyes widen. 

Lex opens his mouth like he’s about to scream but I beat him to it, plunging my blade right under his jaw, pushing it in until the tip of the blade pokes out at the bridge of his nose. 

His body convulses as he groans, bouncing on the seat he’s strapped on, tears spewing uncontrollably from his eyes. 

I stumble back with humorless laughter bubbling out of me. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Doy 

you remember Lex? That was exactly how I sounded when you and your cohorts railed me whilst plunging your blades into me. I couldn’t use my voice because you all forced me into silence!” Tears stain my cheeks. 

I whip my head around to find Matteo and the boys moping at me with surprise. Understanding even. 

They understand that my pain has transformed me into something unimaginably wicked but they’re surprised as to how I’m able to hurt someone so easily 

To them, it might be easy but for me, standing in this room, stained by the blood of my abuser and hurting another human being is the most difficult thing I’ve been faced with, 

“I had to go through that level of pain, I had to lose my child, I had to be used up by those dirty bastards because some useless, desperate fucker is searching for his wife’s murderer? I had to suffer for a lie?” 

Laughter bubbles out of me again. “Matteo?” 

I can hear clearing of throat behind me. “Yes?” 

“How many times was I stabbed again! 

“Fifty seven.” 

Ichuckle. “Fifty seven.” I repeat the words, picking up another dagger from the table. Standing in front of Lex, I lean down and whisper, “you hear that Lex? I was stabbed fifty seven times whilst been forced to take it all silently.” 

“Matteo?” 

“Yes” There’s a slight shake to his voice, causing me to scoff amusingly. 

I’ve surprised him beyond imagining and I can only imagine how many questions I’d be bombarded with by the end of this episode. 

“Tell me exactly what parts of me that was stabbed.” 

He clears his throat “Two slices to the neck? 

Slash! Slash! I slash the dagger across his reck twice, careful enough not to hurt an artery, because I need him alive. “Do you remember? “Show us your will to live. Now it’s your turn putal Show me your will to live!” 

“Five stabs to the chest.” Matteo’s thick voice reverberates in my spine, rage evident in his tone so much that chills evidently courses through 

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my skin 

Stab. 

Stab. 

Stab. 

Stab. 

Stab. 

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“Eight stabs to the abdomen.” 

I groan. “cazzo stupido!” I scream, plunging my dagger in out of Lex’s abdomen. Exactly eight times. 

Just in that manner, i continue stabbing Lex until I’ve given him exactly fifty seven stabs leaving him barely alive. 

Exhaling a shaky breath, I take a step back with a chuckle as i observe the damage I had just done. Lex’s head hangs low, blood flowing out like running water through every part of him that I’ve just ripped open 

Serves him right. 

I turn around to find Matteo seated with his legs thrown wide apart in a manspread, elbows placed on the armrest of the seat with his index finger pressed down on his bottom lip 

“Where are the boys!” enquire, causing a smug smile to spread across his face had asked them to leave whilst you were busy with points his index finger at Lex, “your project Quite impressive, wife.” 

I roll my eyes with a scoff when Matteo thrusts his hips into air with a subtle groan Christ! How can he be horny in this kind of situation! 

“I’m soaked, Matteo.” I whisper suggestively, narrowing my eyes in a seductive manner 

With a groan, he mutters, “I see that.” 

I shrug my shoulders and he scoffs, pointing me towards the corner where a sink is situated. 

He 

Vigorously, I wash off the blood stains on my face and arms, cringing at how soaked my dress is “I can feel your eyes drilling into the back of my skull!” I yell out. 

*Take off your dress and get your ass over here.” He commands and I whip my head around to face him only to find that he’s gotten rid of his 

Horny bastard. 

“Why?” I drawl in a sultry voice, gaining a grunt from Matteo 

He deadpans, you know why.” 

“How can you be homy whilst your wife is soaked in the blood of the man she had just murdered?” 

Matteo chuckles. “You seem to forget who (am, Mirabella. And yes, you look so hot soaked in the blood of the enemy and yes, I want to fuck your so hard until I’m soaked in that blood as much as you are.” His eyes immediately darken as though he’s unlocked a new fantasy. 

le, I want you to ride me like your life depended on it whilst looking at your work of art.” 

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My thighs immediately press together. “Beg.” I order. 

“What?” 

“You want me to sit on your dick? Beg for it.” 

His jaw ticks. “Please, I want you to sit on my dick.” 

care to stop. Matter of fact, I continue taunting him. “Not good 

I know it in the back of my head that I’m going to pay for this but I don’t care enough Matteo. You can do better” 

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His eyes hood and the comers redden as he grunts, thrusting his hips into air. “Please Mirabella, my princess, carrisimo, moya lyubov. I need 

you desperately or I’ll go out of my mind with my wild imagining, I need to be balls deep inside your tight little pussy as we share this peculiar 

moment together as man and wife. Do me the honor? Please?” 

Shit! The dampening in my core gets more intense. I also make a mental note to ask him what “moya iyubov” means. 

My fingers work faster than my brain, and before I can call myself back to order, my dress is ripped and I’m desperately unbuckling my 

husband’s belt. 

He helps me in pulling down his pants together with his briefs until they pool around his ankles. “Are you wet enough?” He questions with hooded eyes. 

I nod curtly. “Only the sound of your voice and my pussy jumps in excitement.” 

“Good. Turn around.” He orders as both hands grip my waist, flipping me around before I can argue. “Sit on it and go crazy” 

I can’t believe I’m lowering myself abuser. 

onto my husbands dick whilst observing the lifeless body of the man I had just murdered; the body of my 

“Shit!” Matteo 

Matteo hisses very loudly, thrusting his upwards. 

I throw my head backwards, resting it on his shoulder as I continue swallowing up his length inch by inch. “God help me!” I out cry as my thighs quiver. “I can’t Matteol You’re too…huge” 

I pant with a whimper. 

“Of course you can baby. You’ve done it before and I can bet my life that you can do it over and over again.” He rasps, fingers digging into my skin with a strained whimper escaping his throat. 

I shut my eyes and with a scream, I slam myself down on him, taking his full length, 

I feel him everywhere. It’s amazing, yet, there’s slight aching between my legs 

“Oh yes baby,” Matteo rasps as I roll my hips on him relentlessly. Arching my back, I begin bouncing on him as I continue rolling my hips, basically twerking on him. 

I throw my head back at the same time throwing my hands back, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “Fuck! Matteo… You’re ripping me apart!” i scream with my eyes tightly closed. 

Matteo hisses, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head off his shoulder. “Eyes forward Mirabella,” he grunts, his hips thrusting upwards in a repeated motion to meet me halfway. Iscream. “Keep looking at that fucker. I want you to see what you did to him, how you ruined him. I need you to taunt him so that even in death, peace will be very far from him!” 

My body gets heated up at his sick words, causing me to start bouncing on him like a maniac, my eyes boring into Lex’s lifeless body with a 

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smirk playing at my lips. 

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“Matteol I’m close…oh my God!” Every other sound is blocked out by the slapping of our skin. 

Matteo grunts, screaming, “fuck!” His fingers dig into the skin of my thighs. “This is what happens to all our enemies, they end up dead! Keep your eyes on him Mirabellal” His thrusts gets faster, “keep your eyes on him as we do this together” 

And I obey him, illicit sounds escaping both our throats and our body vigorously shaking as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure surges through us. 

We come down from our high, panting and gasping for air, the back of my head resting on his shoulder and his forehead on my back, his lips continuously brushing against my skin. Sensually. 

“What if I end up betraying you, Matteo?” I abruptly ask through my heavy breaths 

“Then I’ll have to get rid of you.” He answers, his voice in a monotone. 

“You don’t like me enough not to hurt me?” I question. 

me enough not to betray me?” He retorts, shutting me up immediately. 

“You don’t like me 

After a moment of silence, he picks me up fireman style, carrying me into the elevator as we head for the room upstairs to get cleaned up. 

I’m sated, I truly am but there’s guilt weighing heavily in my heart. 

Would the truth of what I’m involved in be considered an act of betrayal if it gets out? This question plays in my mind over and over again, leaving me restless for the rest of the day 

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