COLD TRAP

Chapter 45 

MATTEO 

My wife has been on her knees for over twenty minutes, silently glaring at me with her eyes filled with rage and lust. 

“I’m getting impatient, mi vida.” I chuckle at her hesitancy. 

“as it right that you’re asking your wife to beg you on her knees before you perform your duties?” 

skull. 

I let out a scoff, my lips immediately forming into a smirk as I stare down at her whilst her eyes continue drilling holes into my si 

Finally swallowing her pride, she gulps aloud with an exhale of a shaky breath. “Please Matteo..just fuck me already. I’m so horny and it’s driving me out of my mind.” 

I chuckle. “You can do better than that wife. Beg properly and call me sir while at it.” 

She gulps aloud again, her hands balled into fists by her sides. “Please sir… I need you desperately, 

roughness. Please make love to me, you know you want to.” 

your touch, your hold, your passion, your 

She bats her lashes at me and i grunt strenuously, thrusting my hips into the air. My hands work fast, grabbing the leash in the drawer and securing it around Mirabella’s neck. 

With the pad of my thumb swiping across her bottom lip, I whisper, “of course I want to make love to you but tonight, I’m going to fuck you so hard until you’re unable to move a muscle by the break of dawn. You love the sound of that, don’t you?” 

“I do” She murmurs. 

Of course you do 

“You’re being such a good girl tonight princess,” I crouch down, whispering each word as I wrap the leash around my fist. “And you good girls always get their wishes granted. What is your one wish, Mirabella?” 

Silence. 

Deafening silence. 

“Don’t think about it, just tell me what comes to mind.” 

“That you make me yours, claim me in every way possible, fuck me into oblivion…make me your whore tonight sir.” 

Fuck! 

My groin twists painfully. A good kind of pain. 

“Open your mouth.“Torder, pulling at the leash when she hesitates. Her mouth immediately drops open and I slide my thumb into her warm canal, urging her to suck and she does. 

Her tongue swirls around the pad of my thumb as her cheeks hollow. “You’re so good at this maya iyobuv. Now, I want you to repeat the 

same action on my dick.” 

She nods, her pupils dilating in anticipation. 

I nudge myt 

by tip into her mouth and begin pushing myself inch after inch into her until her jaw is completely stretched out. “Wider Mirabella. Breathe through your nose.” I urge when her brows crease together in discomfort with her fingers digging into my thighs. 

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She takes me by surprise when she pushes her head down, taking me down her throat with a gag. Slurp! Slurp! Slurp Her head bobs repeatedly, her cheeks hollowing as her lips take me hostage. 

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With a scream of, “fuck!” My hips jerks forward, taking her by surprise. My fingers wrap around her hair and I begin fucking into her mouth 

relentlessly. 

She gaps around me but still takes me all the way down her throat. Her tongue swirling around my tip, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. “My wile is so fucking amazing.” I lawn, my palm slapping hard against the surface of the table whilst the other hand pulls at the 

leash. 

She whimpers around me and I mean. 

Her teary eyes meet mine and it undoes me. I jerk, moan and whimper as I shoot my cum down her throat with wobbly le 

legs. “How 

good at this?” I murmur, my eyes closed shut, chest heaving and exasperated breaths escaping my lips. 

are you 

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Pure bliss. 

I release the leash around her neck, noticing that I had been pulling too hard to a point where it left bruises around her neck. 

Control yourself! 

self! She’s stil 

still recovering from the trauma…my subconscious screams at me, causing me to gulp. 

“Go to the other room, get naked and wait for me to join you.” Lorder and she murmurs an, “okay.” 

I raise my brows. “Yes sir.” She corrects. 

I walk into the room and my wife is seated on the bed fully clothed with her gaze boring into her palms 

dvou 

Furrowing my brows, I pull her up, slamming my lips against her in a heated kiss. “Why aren’t you naked? Would you prefer to have your dress ripped off?” I tug at the hem of her dress and she gasps into my mouth, pulling away from me. 

“Don’t Please.” Her eyes well up with tears and her gaze immediately shifts from my confused one. 

“What’s wrong baby?” 

Her lips tremble. “The lights are on… My brows raise in un–understanding. “I’m uncomfortable Matteo and I can no longer pretend. My 

Scars. 

This is what this has been about? Her scars? 

Tears spew from her eyes, her bottom lip rolling between her teeth in embarrassment. “That day in the basement, looking at Lex brought back memories of that night. I went back home and I looked at my body for so long until my own skin disgusted me. I have scars, Matteo. I’m not woman enough and I don’t think I can comfortably satisfy your sexual needs.” 

Rope after rope of tears stain my cheeks, guilt coursing through my bones. She had avoided me because of this and without caring to know her reasons, I fed her Aphrodisiac. Now she’s battling both her raging sexual desires and her discomfort. 

“I’m sorry.” I murmur. 

She shakes her head at me in disagreement, “Please…don’t apologize for something you didn’t do. It was never your fault.” 

Again, I murmur. “I am truly sorry.” My fingers work fast, unbuttoning my shirt until I’ve revealed my unclothed skin; a loud gasp escapes my wife’s throat as more tears spew from her eyes. 

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“Matteo…what d–d…what have you done?” 

“I had seen the glint of discomfort in your eyes down at the basement that day Mirabella. I saw what significance these scars held for you and I wanted to share it with you” My voice shakes as Mirabella’s body vibrates in silent sob. 

“I wanted to share it with you. I wanted it to hold the same significance for me as it does you. I had each and every one of them tatted on the exact spots you have yours. You could’ve seen it before now but you’ve been avoiding me. Now I know why. My words come out a hushed 

Mumur. 

With trembling hands, Mirabella begins trailing her fingertips across my torto, Fifty seven stab wounds, each scar perfectly tatted on my skin 

to match my wife’s 

The faint ones, the thick ones, the ones that are almost faded, I have them all My wife and I are one. 

For better or worse. 

In sickness and in health. 

In joy and in sorrow. 

Till death does us apart. 

I pledged my loyalty to my wife and I’m willing to see it through to the end. To share in her suffering. To share in her journey till the very end. 

so as she sobs into my chest. “Matteo…why did you do this for me? I’m sorry for making you do this.” 

Her arms wrap around my torso as 

“No baby. You didn’t make me do it, I did it because…..\… 

Shitl 

Why can’t I say it? 

Mirabella pulls away from me, her ass crashing on the bed as she curls herself into a ball still sobbing. “I don’t know what to say Matteo, I’m so so sorry,” She sniffs, “I’m sorry for allowing this linger for this long but I cannot help the guilt that weighs heavy on me. I feel stupid, useless, used. Twenty six years Matteo…I fought with lust for twenty six years only for some random men to do despicable things to me.” 

Isit beside her, patting her back. 

“My baby. I still see my baby in my sleep. She’s so beautiful Matteo and I failed her. I failed you. Father lost his life, mother became a widow, you and Julia became fatherless because of me. I feel guilty every day. I hit myself across the face every morning when I wake because cannot stand to look at my disgusting face. Seven Matteo…” 

The mention of my baby sends a pang of pain through my body but! maintain composure. I want to be a man for her in this moment. I want to be strong for my woman, 

My large arms envelope her in a hug as she sobs lato my chest whilst I listen to her attentively. Doing the one thing I should’ve done the night that our whole lives fell apart. Listen. 

“What did I do Matteo? What had I done that was so wrong that they had to fuck me up in that manner? I suffered so much physically. Suddenly I stutter my speech, I can barely stand for long hours and I might have complications if I attempt having children. I’m just as useless Matteo and it was just one night that made me this way.” 

“Don’t say that- 

“Don’t, Matteo, please. Don’t try and tell me that everything will be fine because it won’t. Tell me the truth. Tell me how much you hate me. 

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Tell me how you remember what was done to me whenever you see me. Tell me how much you hate me for not protecting our child. Tell me something that isn’t a made up He!” 

“Fuck! Mirabella… I’m angry! I’m so aggravated. I’m so full of hate and resentment but none of my feelings are directed towards you. If anything, it’s myself that 1 hate. I hate that I played a role in the happenings of that night. I couldn’t protect you, I am the man of the house and I couldn’t protect my yown wifel” 

My sanity snap. 

Pain courses through my bones just as tears spew from my eyes. 

“What do you think this situation did to me? I was and I’m still so fucked up. Those days when you couldn’t open your eyes and those days when you stayed stuck in that wheelchair were my worst. I got myself tortured everyday just so I could feel the same level of pain you felt but nothing could ever compare. And the moment you asked about our baby…” 

A loud sob wrecks through me and my legs give out on me, my ass crashing against the hard floor. I sob into my palms 

“For the first time since twelve years Mirabella, I bowed my head down and prayed. For you. I could only think of the many times I spoke to you about having my children but we had lost pieces of both of us and now, I’ve become scared to try again. It was me who failed you Mirabella. So let me feel all the hurt,” 

I go on my knees with my head bowed. “You’ve suffered enough baby, let me take it from here please. Let me suffer in your place because! can no longer stand to see the void in your eyes. I can no longer stand to see you suffer. Be good for me Mirabella, Please…” 

We both stay that way, panting and sobbing until we’re able to pull ourselves together. 

My wife sniffles. “I’m sorry I ruined tonight Matteo.” 

“Tonight is perfect princess,” I correct. “But there’s one thing you can do for me.” 

“What?” 

“Dance with me.” Laffirm. 

She snorts, wiping her face. “There’s no music.” 

“I’ll hum it.” I proclaim and she stands up, taking my hand with a glint of excitement and anticipation dancing in her eyes. 

She looks up at me with soft eyes, both her hands wrapped around my neck with my forehead placed gently on hers whilst I hold her waist on both sides. 

My deep voice begins humming to Ti Amo by Umberto Tozzi as we move slowly to the rhythm. 

In steps untamed, we take the floor, swaying and pulsing with rhythms raw. A dance that’s wild with a pace learned from hearts of old. 

This is new to us but we still dance. With gleeful eyes, without a care, messy, still, we dance. With silence echoing in the air, we twirl, spin and wrap ourselves in the thread of the other’s breath. 

She’s my love, my life, my woman, my everything and I’ll make everything right in a short while. I’ll give her the happiness she deserves. Our lips join and I fall silent but our body keeps moving in rhythm, our souls dancing together and drowning us in the world of longing. 

We part, her eyes weighing heavy 

avy on mine as the electrifying feeling between the both of us rises with great intensity. “Confession?” I murmur and she nods against my forehead. “I laced your food with a little something that’s supposed to make you horny.” 

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Tell me how you remember what was done to me whenever you see me. Tell me how much you hate me for not protecting our child. Tell me something that isn’t a made up lie!” 

“Fuck! Mirabella… I’m angry! I’m so aggravated. I’m so full of hate and resentment but none of my feelings are directed towards you. H anything, it’s myself that 1 hate. I hate that I played a role in the happenings of that night. I couldn’t protect you, I am the man of the house and I couldn’t protect my own wife!” 

My sanity snap. 

Pain courses through my bones just as tears spew from my eyes. 

“What do you think this situation did to me? I was and I’m still so fucked up. Those days when you couldn’t open your eyes and those days when you stayed stuck in that wheelchair were my worst. I got myself tortured everyday just so I could feel the same level of pain you felt but nothing could ever compare. And the moment you asked about our baby…” 

A loud sob wrecks through me and my legs give out on me, my ass crashing against the hard floor. I sob into my palms. 

“For the first time since twelve years Mirabella, I bowed my head down and prayed. For you. I could only think of the many times I spoke to you about having my children but we had lost pieces of both of us and now, I’ve become scared to try again. It was me who failed you Mirabella. So let me feel all the hurt.” 

I go on my knees with my head bowed. “You’ve suffered enough baby, let me take it from here please. Let me suffer in your place because can no longer stand to see the void in your eyes. I can no longer stand to see you suffer. Be good for me Mirabella. Please.. 

We both stay that way, panting and sobbing until we’re able to pull ourselves together. 

My wife sniffles. “I’m sorry I ruined tonight Matteo.” 

“Tonight is perfect princess,” I correct. “But there’s one thing you can do for me.” 

“What?” 

“Dance with me.” I affirm. 

She snorts, wiping her face. “There’s no music.” 

eyes. 

“I’ll hum it.” I proclaim and she stands up, taking my hand with a glint of excitement and anticipation dancing in her e 

She looks up at me with soft eyes, both her hands wrapped around my neck with my forehead placed gently on hers whilst I hold her waist on 

both sides. 

My deep voice begins humming to Ti Amo by Umberto Tozzi as we move slowly to the rhythm. 

In steps untamed, we take the floor, swaying and pulsing with rhythms raw. A dance that’s wild with a pace learned from hearts of old. 

This is new to us but we still dance. With gleeful eyes, without a care, messy, still, we dance. With silence echoing in the air, we twirl, spin and wrap ourselves in the thread of the other’s breath. 

She’s my love, my life, my woman, my everything and I’ll make everything right in a short while. I’ll give her the happiness she deserves. Our lips join and I fall silent but our body keeps moving in rhythm, our souls dancing together and drowning us in the world of longing. We part, her eyes weighing heavy on ming as the electrifying feeling between the both of us rises with great intensity. “Confession?” I murmur and she nods against my forehead. “I laced your food with a little something that’s supposed to make you homy.” 

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Her lips turn pouty, her eyes narrowing into slits, a short moment of comfortable silence enveloping us. We throw both our heads back and hoot with laughter. “That explains the sexual frustration.” She admits. 

We fall silent again as we continue moving to the rhythm of our hearts. 

“Should we?” She questions. 

“If you desire it, I can make you cum a million times with my tongue. But until you’re comfortable enough, your clothes stay on.” I answer. 

I begin placing wet kisses on every corner of her face, sucking on her soft skin whilst she giggles like a teenager. 

She clears her throat. “We both share the same scars. How’s it fair that yours is out in the open and mine is hidden?” 

Her hand slides back, pulling her zipper down. She slides the dress off her shoulder and steps out of it, leaving her in her lace underwear. 

We both stare at each other comfortably, like two souls joined as one, we begin trailing our fingers across each matching scar as we mumble 

the manner at which it was dealt. 

“Two slices to the neck.” We both whisper in unison. 

“Five stabs to the chest.” Tears goze out of our eyes as we reminisce. 

“Eight stabs to the abdomen.” We both fall silent, unable to continue in our quest at resurrecting memories that should stay dead. “You’re such a fighter Mirabella. You made it.” 

She nods her head rapidly as more tears roll down her cheeks. “I am.” She mumbles. “Thank you so much Matteo, you’re such an amazing 

man.” 

“You’re a beautiful woman, Mirabella.” 

My lips join with hers in a dance of the soul. Our tongues intertwine but not with the need to dominate but with the need to love, to feel and 

to satiate. 

My heart hammers against my chest and I realize that I’ve fallen into the deep end with my wife and there’s no climbing back up for me. I love it here. This is my home. 

“Matteo…” A whooshed whisper escapes her lips and I hum. “Let me get to know you. Tell me something about you.” 

I smile. “What would you like to know, princess?” 

“Did you really wipe out a good half of your family members?” I freeze and she gulps but continues with her line of questioning. I’m speaking mainly about your siblings. Are the rumors true?” 

I stumble, gasping and squeezing at my chest. 

Memories after memories enveloping me and clouding my consciousness. The worst kind of memories. Who told Mirabella about this? How’s she enquiring about this out of all the things she could ask? 

I stumble again, my fist ramming into the nearest wall repeatedly until my knuckles are ripped apart. 

Mirabella stands still with her mouth agape as she stares at the reaction the mention of family got out of me. 

I did it! 

I want to scream but how do I explain that a good part of the events that had taken place wasn’t entirely my fault. 

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“Come on big guy!” Mirabella speaks but I’m too occupied with my raging mind that I’m unable to grasp whatever comes out of her mouth. “Don’t talk about it if you don’t want to. There’s no pressure.” 

I stare at her, blinking rapidly as I think about the things I had done to her. I’m still the same person. Wicked, heartless, evil, cursed. 

It’s still me and I can no longer deny the fact. 

What am I doing? 

“Matteo! Don’t leave me here!” I hear Mirabella screaming but I’m already bolting out the door. 

I’m doomed. 

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