Chapter 23
Ariana’s pov-
I looked out the window of the jet, wishing I could leave all this behind and hop on the next plane back to my life in Malta.
Mateo’s hand grabbing my shoulder lightly brought me hack to reality.
With a loud thud, he sat opposite me, relaxing into the seat, he crossed his leg and interlocked his fingers.
Then he glared at me again, with a sly and crooked smile plastered on his face, he said nothing and just continued to glare at me.
He had been doing only that since Igor had told him my secret.
“If you got something to say, Mateo, you should, rather than glare at me all he kept them fixed on me unwavering.
the f
fucking way” I stated, his emerald glass eyes stared into my soul,
Occasionally he would scan my body lick his lips and go right back to glaring at me.
“You know I always thought you were something special, but a whore, I never saw that coming he finally said, I sighed loudly..
This again? Will I ever hear the last of it?
“You need me to explain my job description to you? because it seems you can’t comprehend what an exotic dancer is
I was angry, but I couldn’t show it, this was a man ready to save me from being sold to Igor, I had to tread lightly and curtail my viperous lips.
“Enlighten me” he encouraged, gesturing for me to go on before leaning his chin at the back of his thick hairy fingers.
All I could think about after seeing the neatly trimmed nails on his fingers was its previous location, the past 24 hours, embedded woman’s pussy.
On our wedding night.
Wait? did I want it to be mine instead?
in another
i–turned my focus to him, adjusting in my seat, he watched me as I recalibrated the seat belt around my shoulder and tummy, a small portion of my hair fell out of place as I did so, and Mateo scuoted over to put it back.
The sudden pull I felt as our eyes temporarily locked, took me off guard and I was stunned by the deep hue of the emerald and warm golden colour of his eyes.
I’ve never been this up close to my adopted brother, I found myself sinking into the warmness of it.
What the fuck are you doing Ariana, his fiance is buckled tightly a few feet to your left.
I looked away, and my gaze fell on Becky who was lying on a comfortable bed, secured and buckled tightly, she looked pale, saliva gathered in the corner of her mouth, and her nurse quickly cleared it before it dropped on her pillow.
I wish we could trade placés right now, anything to just be anywhere but here.
Here with Mateo….
“I’m listening. Mateo mentioned, bringing my focus back to him. “Well?”
you fucked me
Took it’s like therapy, and you won’t understand it, I help people unpack their trauma, but I’m not a whore, I was a virgin when y like a piece of meat” I retorted, trying my best to maintain my composure.
Mateo was quiet, he maintained his glare and said absolutely nothing, in a split second The plane rocked, out of fright I clenched the arms of my seat tightly and closed my eyes
Chapter 23
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“You are safe, bambino” I heard Mateo say, I don’t know why it made me feel safe but I felt myself start to relax, I opened my eyes and saw husband standing close to my face.
Right in front of me, I could see the outline of his engorged shaft trying not to burst out from his tight–fitted trousers that suited his thighs perfectly.
He leaned it in closer to my face and I pulled my face away, he took my face in his big hand and pulled it gently in the direction of his still–hard
dick.
“Why, why are you looking away?” he inquired, raising my face to his, “what? Are you having flashbacks? I thought you didn’t want me he added and looked at me with those green devilish eyes, a sly smile crept across his face.
