Page 45 of Fatal Sloth
All traces of tiredness vanish as fury floods my veins. She was thrilled to meet that asshole, not just catching up with some gay best friend, as she claimed. Mia has betrayed me, and I hate fucking liars! The truth hits me like a sucker punch in the gut, stirring up a dangerous cocktail of anger and betrayal.
I reread Daren’s messages as I pace the hall, nearly wearing a hole in the carpet while I wait for my lying wife to get home from her date with my cousin. I brace myself for the blowup that's coming as soon as she walks through that door. The silence is deadly, like the storm that’s growing inside me.
When I hear the car pull up outside, I go downstairs, taking two at a time. My hand rubs my tired eyes, readying myself for the confrontation that's about to go down.
The sound of the front door opening echoes through the mansion as Mia walks in the front door. Our eyes lock, a short silence settling between us before I explode.
"Are you fucking him? Did you think I'm too stupid to find out?" The words explode from me, each syllable dripping with raw fury as I glare at her, my chest heaving with anger. The silence that follows my accusation hangs heavy in the air, and then, with a tense drop, she releases the bag from her hand. The sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the room.
Mia stands there, her expression caught somewhere between surprise and defiance, a subtle tension in her jaw and a furrow of her brow. Despite the intensity of my confrontation, she exudes a quiet confidence, her stance unwavering in the simple cream-colored dress, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places -her serene surface against the fiery raging inside me.
How could she do this to me? After everything I promised her, after all I've done to protect her, to set her free, she goes and betrays me?
The silence stretches on, heavy and stifling, as we stare each other down. I can feel the tension crackling in the air, like a live wire ready to ignite at any moment. She opens her mouth to speak and then shuts it quickly like a fish out of water.
The sound of footsteps echoes through the hallway, with Marie appearing in the doorway, her expression a mix of concern and fear.
"Don Sebastiano, is everything alright?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
I tear my gaze away from Mia to look at Marie. "Everything's peachy," I growl, my voice dripping with venom. "Just dealing with my wife."
Marie's eyes flicker between us, her expression unreadable. But she nods slowly, understanding she isn't part of this conversation. "I'll leave you two to it, then," she says softly, retreating into the hallway.
Once we're alone again, the tension between us is almost stifling. I can feel the anger burning inside me, threatening to consume me whole. But as I look at Mia, standing there with tears in her eyes, I can't help but feel a tinge of guilt.
Maybe I shouldn't have exploded like that. Perhaps I should have given Mia a chance to explain herself before jumping to conclusions. But then again, maybe she doesn't deserve my mercy.
As the silence stretches on, I realize that I need answers. I need to know why she is meeting with Nico behind my back. And if she can't give me a damn good reason, then maybe it's time I rethink this whole marriage.
Our eyes lock, a charged silence settling between us before I explode.
"ANSWER ME!" I roar, as I stalk towards her. But she doesn't face me. Instead, she walks away, nearly running up the stairs. My anger turns into a relentless pursuit of the truth as I follow behind her, hot on her heels as she walks into the ensuite.
"Washing the fucker off you after your date?" I accuse her sharply.
“The only thing I'm doing is trying to get away from you when you're this angry," Mia retorts as I close in on her, pressing my arms above her head against the wall. She flinches.
"I'm not a cheater, I swear it," she whispers to the ground, refusing to look me in the eyes...
"Why should I believe you after your little date with my cousin? Are you fucking him? Is that why he’s always here? You fuck him in my house when I’m sleeping, don’t you?" I demand, the anger twisting my words into a bitter accusation.
She looks up at me with a shocked expression. "W-what? Why would I be sleeping with your cousin? I only talk to him because he's the only one who will talk to me, who isn't being paid by you to be around me."
"Well, it's not like we consummated our marriage, dear wife. It's not hard to think your fucking someone else," I sneer, with resentment.
"Oh, well, if you'd like to consummate our marriage, then let's do it. I'll show you that I'm not a cheater," she says, kicking off her heels and unbuttoning her dress.
The sudden shift catches me off guard. She’s challenging me. Her actions demand a response from me.
But I refuse to back down now, I'm no pussy.Instead, I call her out, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the ground. I pull my pants down, kicking them to the side. As she sheds her panties and unclasps her bra, I grab her, hoisting her over my shoulder like a caveman as I make my way into the bedroom.I drop her in the center of the bed, watching as her perky tits bounce.
My dick is already rock hard as I pull my boxer briefs down. I hear her gasp as her eyes widen at my size. While I’ve seen every inch of her, she hasn’t seen me fully naked yet.
"Was your dick stung by a bee?" she asks, shock clear in her widened eyes.I smirk cockily at her surprise reaction, as her cheeks take on a pinkish tint. Yeah, I know I'm big, and I'm about to show her what my size can do.
“Don't worry, Piccolina, it’ll fit.”
I'm painfully hard at the sight of my naked wife lying in bed on display for me. I squeeze the tip of my dick to ease some of the pressure building before I come prior to anything even starting. As bad as I want to fuck her right now, I need to remind her who's in charge.