ARIA’s POV
I looked at his face then at our hands together, and I knew something was wrong somewhere. It was the first time I saw Matteo like this. It was like something triggered this side of him because he was always proud, and he always kept his distance.
He rubbed circles on my hand as he held me. His hand held mine as he drove us home. He didn’t bother about checking up on Gia, but I saw her being taken by Carter and Charlie, so I figured she would be safe.
I looked at his face again as his eyes remained on the road; one hand on the wheel and one hand holding mine.
Once we got home, he rushed to my side, took my hand in his again, and led me into the humongous mansion.
There, I saw Gia and Carter already seated in the living room. Their eyes watched us as Matteo, and I walked hand in hand up the stairs. Gia looked confused, but I could see the excitement in her eyes, and Carter, on the other hand, looked like he had lost something. I couldn’t understand him, but I couldn’t understand Matteo either.
I wasn’t sure what was going on. He led me to his door, pushed it open, and we walked in, his hands still holding mine
He turned to me and gulped. His hair, a beautiful mess, and his lips in a thin fine line. He was perfect. His eyes were red and swollen, and I imagined tears trailing out of them, and he’s-
“Aria…”. He called out, and I snapped out of my reverie.
“Why did you go there. Don’t you know it’s dangerous out there. That is why I keep you inside”. He sounded completely different, He was broken like he’d seen something he wouldn’t imagine.
“I just wanted to-”
“Let Carter handle that then”. His voice was now firm. He sighed and pushed his hair back. I watched in slow motion, the movement of his throat as his swallowed and the way his eyes darted from side to side.
“Promise me”. He said in a rush.
“What?”. I was utterly confused.
“Promise me you won’t leave without informing me first”.
The Matteo I knew or I think I knew wouldn’t do this. He’d rather teach me a lesson than talk it out, but this one right here was willing to try.
“I’ll be fine”. I said, and he stared at me like I was some fool talking nonsense.
“My dad would have been fine if he didn’t throw a party at his place”.
I looked at him, and I could see his eyes tearing up, but he blinked it away
“Matteo-”
“What if they come for me and get you instead”. He said. “Then what?”
“Matteo…no one’s coming for me”.
He looked disturbed as his eyes didn’t meet mine
“Promise me, Aria”. He said, his voice low and sexy but I knew that wasn’t what he wanted to portray.
“Promise me”. He said, his eyes specifically on my face.
“I promise”. I heard my stupid mouth say.
He nodded, his eyes locked onto mine, and then he leaned in and kissed me passionately. I eagerly returned the kiss, surprised by how fast I responded.
His lips tasted like mint, and as he gently deepened the kiss, I felt his hand cradle the back of my head. It was as if he never wanted to stop. This kiss felt unlike any we’ve shared before.
It was like he was trying to communicate something through it, but I couldn’t quite grasp what it was. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me close as he pressed his body against mine. A deep, guttural sound escaped his throat, and I could feel the vibrations against my chest. Lifting me effortlessly, instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, lost in the intensity of our kiss.
In that moment, I allowed myself to be fully vulnerable, letting him feel every emotion I had kept hidden inside. It was as if all my pent-up feelings for him were released in that single kiss.
When we finally broke apart, I gazed into his eyes, stunned by the intensity that seemed to pierce through me. It was almost surreal, making me question if it was all real.
“God…You’re so beautiful, Aria”. He whispered, and I smiled.
I held his face in my hands, and for the first time in months of getting married, I could see my husband’s face up close.
He looked like a god. He was perfect, it was too perfect that in that moment, I was scared to lose him. That thought made my grip on his face tighten, and I saw him chuckle.
A low, husky sound resonating from his chest. It sounded surreal. His teeth on display and his eyes giving off excitement was something I thought I’d never see on Matteo, but here we were, happy and content. I was so carried away from his face that I didn’t realize when my body hit his soft plush bed. He dropped me carefully on it and attempted to leave, but I grabbed him arm.
“No, don’t leave…”. I said in a hurry, and I followed his eyes to my hand, gripping his arm. I pulled it away, and he looked at me before getting in next to me.
“I have work. You should get some rest”. I glanced at him, my gaze moving down his body and eventually resting on his crotch region. I looked him in the eye and saw a smile.
I blinked multiple times as I gazed at the enormous bulge beneath his pants. He laughed at it. It was beautiful to hear, and I absolutely loved hearing it.
“I…”. I started, but I had nothing to say. All I did was try to avoid his gaze cause I knew he caught me. I turned to him again when I didn’t hear a thing from him, only to find his eyes were on me. His face was dead serious and gaze intensified.
He leaned in and kissed me again. This time, I had more ferocity, and I struggled to follow up. His hands roamed my body, touching and squeezing as he pleased. I lifted my hands to feel his chest, but he caught them in mid-air and said a quick ‘no’.
“Why not?”. I whispered, but he didn’t reply. All he did was clench in his teeth and kiss me again. This time, his hands worked on my button. Taking them off one after the other, and soon he was done.
He pulled the shirt off my body hurriedly, and his fingers trailed down to my panties. I let out a little gasp when he moved his fingers against my underwear.
After teasing me for a while, he pushed them aside and dipped his fingers into my wetness.
Taking his sweet time rubbing and caressing my clit. I moaned as I watched him, his eyes hooded and his lips parted. Then he kissed me again as he slipped both his fingers inside me.