ARIA’s POV
I leaned back in my seat, sighing. He had left a few minutes ago, but something in me wanted him back, while another part of me wanted him gone because there was something about him I couldn’t quite decipher.
As I looked out the window, watching the sun set, Carter joined me, holding a file in his hands.
“Hey”. He said, and I smiled at him.
“Hi”. I replied.
He took a seat opposite me and leaned forward.
“I’ve got something you’d like to see”.
“What could that be?”.
“I’m sorry, but Matteo asked for a background check before he married you. And, we figured out your mom was killed by a strange man”
I adjusted in my seat as my throat ran dry.
“Why would you do that?”
“We found him, so it doesn’t matter why we did what we did”.
I looked at him for a good minute and sighed.
“Who is he?”. I asked, soothing my patched throat with my fingers, and I saw how his eyes glanced at my hand, rubbing circles before they went back to my eyes.
“He was your gardener”.
“Mr. Russo?!”. I asked, shock written all over my face. “No he wouldn’t”. I said after a forced chuckle.
“Well, it was him, and we haven’t found out what his motive were, but it was all Russo”.
“No…”. I sobbed. “No…we trusted him. My mom was so good to him, then why would he do that to us?”
“Aria…”. He started and then held my hand in his. “He’ll get whatever he deserves, trust me”.
I broke down in tears as I recalled what he did to my mother.
“I don’t believe you”. I said amidst my tears.
“Here, I have photos to prove it”. He handed the file over to me, and I opened it impatiently, too curious to check the contents.
As I dug out the pictures of the man who wore heavy boots and infiltrated my home, taking my mom’s life as if it meant nothing, I gasped as tears rolled down my cheeks.
Suddenly, the file was hurriedly snatched from my lap and thrown across the floor, scattering papers and pictures of my mother’s killer. I turned to see Matteo, his eyes red with anger, but they weren’t on me; they were fixed on the man seated directly opposite me-Carter.
He looked from Carter to me, and I saw his eyes soften under my gaze. Pushing myself off my seat, I hugged his stiff body, feeling lucky as his arms securely wrapped around me the next second.
He held me close, whispering sweet nothings as I wept on his chest. Leading me away from Carter and to his bedroom, he offered his shirt and nodded towards the bathroom, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, drinking in his features.
Taking a step forward, my bare feet feeling the cold floor beneath them, I lifted my fingers to touch his face, cupping it in my hands. His eyes watched me like a hawk.
“Did he really do it, Matteo?”. I asked, sniffling as I finished.
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine, his lips parted, and his breathing, smooth and easy.
“Yes”. Was all he said, and I broke into another round of tears. I felt betrayed and sad. That my mom would still be alive today if he didn’t do what he did.
“Let’s get you to take a shower and get some sleep”. Matteo said as He lifted me off the ground in bridal style once my sobbing had subsided. Carrying me to his bathroom, he turned on the shower.
I stood beneath the water, hoping it would wash away my sadness; or so I thought. With my eyes closed, I let the cold water cascade down my face and over my bare skin as Matteo took his time, stripping me of all my clothes.
Lifting my face to look at him through the stream of water, I couldn’t see him clearly, just a faint reflection of his face. I reached out for the knob and turned the water off. I saw Matteo looking at me, his eyes filled with lust, and his throat bobbed as he looked at me. I Sighed, and as though that served as a cue, he grabbed me harshly by my waist and kissed me. I responded immediately, his hands gripping my waist that I knew it would go sore by dawn.
“Aria”. He grunted as he unbuttoned his shirt hurriedly. Shrugging it off his shoulders, but something caught my eyes. A scar. Sitting pretty across his right breast. I lifted my hands to trace the ugly scar, but I saw him fidget.
“It’s okay”. I whispered, and I heard him sigh, his chest moving up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. My fingers traced the scar, and I looked at his impatient eyes. “What happened to you”.
He didn’t utter a word, just pulled me in for another intoxicating kiss. I broke the kiss as my hands struggled with his belt. He watched me with a smirk on his face, his wet hair falling freely on his face, making my husband look ten times hotter than he already was. His slacks fell into a pool at his feet, and I could see his length through his tight briefs. I looked up at him, and I saw his smirk grow. He found this amusing. I saw him place his hands on his waist as he waited for me to complete my deed.
“Go on”. His voice was hot and raspy. I gripped the band of his briefs and pulled it down quickly, but before I could cover up the surprise on my face. He gripped my neck and kissed me. He lifted one of my legs and threw it against his shoulder.
I didn’t even know I could stretch like that. His fingers trailed my folds as he deepened the kiss. Grunting and biting my lips as he slipped two deft fingers into me. I gasped in response as I felt his shift inside me, but he silenced it with his mouth against mine.
Pushing me back against the wall, he entered me slowly. His movements were slow and precise as his trailed his wet tongue on my neck, kissing as he pleased. He fastened his pace, and my eyes rolled back, the ecstasy building within as I curled my toes in utmost pleasure. Pulling my leg from atop his shoulder, Matteo held it in place, driving his length even deeper that it made me scream. I held unto his arms, but his hand was safely behind me, holding me from collapsing to the floor. I moaned loudly as he kept on. His groans were in sync with my moans, and I was certain they could hear us in every part of his large house.