COLD TRAP

Chapter 84 

MIRABELLA 

Matteo lifts me up, moving us to the bed. A moan of satisfaction rumbles in my throat when my back meets the soft beddings. 

He bites down on his bottom lip, nibbling the glistening, juicy skin as his eyes drink up my naked body sprawled out for his view. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He asks while trailing his fingertips across both sides of me until he gets to the curve of my waist. “So fucking unreal.” 

I open my mouth to speak, but my words are cut short when his hand connects my center, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. “Oh gosh.. .Matteo… I gasp, grasping at his wrists in an attempt to keep his hand away from my sensitive part. 

“Yes, mama,” he answers on a whisper, his eyes locking on mine. I mewl, whining at the sensation of it all. “Beg,” he mouths while slowly easing two fingers into me. 

Fuck… I’m so tired, yet so fucking desperate. 

“I…” I trail off. But my words hang at the tip of my tongue when he pushes the third finger into me, curling them simultaneously. He’s teasing me. “Matteo…come on, stop playing games.” I groan. 

A smirk tugs at his lips. He flips me over so that I’m laying on my stomach, his palm meeting my ass in hard slaps. “Or else?” He asks, his tongue flattening on my ass and dragging up to the underside of my neck. 

“What are you going to do if I don’t stop, Mirabella? Drug me up and gallivant around with your boyfriend?” 

I bite down on my tongue to keep myself from moaning as my back arches off the bed. “That’s exactly what I plan on doing, Matteo.” 

His body go completely still on mine, his breaths quickening into sharp heaves. “Is that a threat, Mirabella?” He asks, his voice thick with challenge. 

“No,” I answer on a whisper. “That is a promise.” 

Laughter ripples out of his throat. Not the humorous kind, one that holds a promise of darkness and anger. “I was being so nice, baby, so fucking nice. But you love pissing me off, don’t you?” 

I go to speak but yelp instead when he falls to the side of the bed, lifts me along with him and placing me on top of him so that I’m straddling him. 

My eyes narrow at him, a shaky breath vibrating against my chest when he lines himself with my entrance, pushing me down with a hard slam that drags a pained cry from my throat. 

“Oh my fucking god,” I cry out, my nails digging into his skin, breathless moans eliciting in my mouth. Painful pleasure. I could never get used to the size of him. It tears me apart every fucking time. 

His hand rubs up my front, fondling my breast while the other slides into my hair, pushing my face close to his. “You take it so fucking well, my love.” He whispers against my lips, his teeth nibbling the skin. 

The space between my thighs jerk with shakiness, my muscles tightening as I roll my hips slowly, wanting to get used to the size of him. 

“Oh baby,” Matteo groans, his hands now holding my hips firmly. “You feel so fucking good, my love.” He lifts me all the way up and slams me back down. 

“Fuck!” I scream, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my eyes closing shut. 

He doesn’t give me time to adjust to him when he repeats the motion again. With an even greater force. 

He moans and groans and whimpers. 

“Threatening to go out with another man,” he scoffs, lifting me up and slamming me back down, his thumb immediately connecting my clit, rubbing in circles. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to get off this bed even if you were given the opportunity.” 

As he says the words, the bed dips at my side and he pulls me down on him, my upper body pushed forward and my ass on his thighs. 

He slams into me, delivering a hard slap on my pussy, his hand gripping my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he thrusts forward with repeated 

motions. 

“So fucking tight!” he breathes, whimpering. “You’re milking my cock.” 

I moan out loud when he begins slamming into me with calculated thrusts. Nothing shallow, nothing rushed, neither is it slow…each thrust is hard and precise. 

I moan. 

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He moans. 

I whimper. 

He whimpers. 

Until our voices and the slapping of our skins begins competing for which would make the most noise. 

Tears spew from my eyes, my muscles spasming. “Matteo!” A loud sob erupts in my throat. 

“Yes, baby,” he fawns, his hand tightening around my neck. “I can feel you quivering around my cock, baby. Come for me. It’s okay, let go.” Words of assurance fill my ears. 

“Matteo! Oh God!” A strained scream slips through my gaped lips as my orgasm hit me unexpectedly. 

“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “That’s my girl. Don’t ever think of holding back; give me all of it.” 

Convulsion seizes my body vigorously as I come undone, shattering endlessly until my body limps against his. 

“Fuck!” He screams but doesn’t relent at his actions. “So messy… I love it.” His grunts are rhythmic, his whimpers of pleasure loudening, his hips rocking into mine at a more sensual pace. 

My line of vision is filled with blinding stars, the tears at the brim of my eyes making it even more impossible for me to see clearly. 

I feel my orgasm build up again, and what when Matteo notices that as well, he resumes fucking into me with sharp precisions. 

And I do make a mess. 

It’s too much pleasure. 

Painful pleasure. 

I will my weak body to match his pace by pushing my ass into him, meeting him halfway. “Again!” He grunts his approval and I obey. I do it again. 

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Until I feel his cock enlarge inside me, his thrusts sloppier each passing second. “Oh fuck!” He groans, his hips surging forward, cum filling me up to the brim. 

Matteo’s body go limp on mine and we stay that way for a while before he finally breaks the silence. “Are you good? Did I go too hard on you?” 

“I’m perfect,” I breathe. “So tired but so fucking perfect.” 

“Good.” He whispers, smacking a kiss on the back of my head. “I love you.” 

I chuckle, my voice groggy when I answer. “I love you more.” 

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