GHOST OF DESRIES

Chapter 5

On seeing the picture on the screen.

Romano froze – energy still surging from the club escape, shirt all rumpled, hair scattered, his eyes widened as he recognized the women in the picture.

He got closer, without hesitating, until he reached the couch.

He stared at the picture for a long time, silence filling the room; both women he knew and recognized. One which he saw made his heart skip a beat.

Aria Lombardi, the woman he loves, whom he continues to grieve, with the mother of his wife, smiling and holding hands.

“Aria,” he whispered.

He ran his hands on the screen as if he could touch her. His hands were shaking as he slowly sank into the couch, the fight leaving his body.

Isabella was watching him, her throat clenched. “Explain this, Romano. Why was my mother friends with the woman you loved?

Close enough to take a secret picture, buried in encrypted files?”

He bites down on his jaw, his eye felt haunted as he looked at hers. “I don’t know.”

His response was rough and honest. “Aria never mentioned the Vittorios. I lost her before I ever crossed paths with your family.”

He ran his hand through his hair, a little soaked from the light rain outside. “This… changes a lot.”

“Changes?” Isabella stood, anger boiling in her chest amid the throb between her thighs.

“Your family is channeling money to the cartel; shipments are carried out through your uncle's companies. And now this?

You played me from the start! Was this marriage just another move in your long game?”

Romano rose to his feet, closing up the distance between them, breathing hard, with anger and desire. “You think I knew?”

His voice heightened, “I saw the woman I loved, shot, and I couldn’t save her. I mourned her every damn day.

You are just my wife, Isabella. And now you’re accusing me of --- what? Planning your family’s death?”

They stood eyes locked in the heated argument, both letting out heat from the events leading up to that very moment.

“What is the truth? Show it to me then. Prove you are not part of this.” Isabella yelled.

His eyes flashed, “Demanding proof from your husband now?” he scoffed.

“You are not my husband and never will be. This is just a charade,” she spat. “You are the enemy I was forced to marry.”

The words, like a blade, sliced through his ego.

Romano snapped, pain, rage, and desire joined together all at once.

In one step, he got inches apart from her, his hand pulling her in before his mouth went down on hers.

The kiss was not gentle; it was a punishment and plea, all teeth and tongue, no sign of tenderness left.

Isabella fought immediately, biting his lower lip before pushing him back.

He groaned, backing her against the wall, lifting her, she coiled her legs around his waist.

“You are gonna make me go crazy,” he growled into her throat, imprinting a hickey. She felt his d**k throb against her core.

Her nails raking down his back, leaving claw marks.

She succumbed to the intense desire burning inside her. “Then do something about it,” she challenged, her voiceless breathless.

He carried her to the bedroom, hitting furniture in their way.

He pulled off her shorts, rippling down the front of her camisole.

They fell into the silk sheets, her hands roaming around his back, their mouths devouring each other.

Romano, with one hand, pinned her wrists above her head, the other hand moving greedily around her body – caressing her breast, pinching her n*****s while she let out moans.

His mouth followed, sucking on hard, giving red marks on her pale skin.

He slowly goes lower, his tongue tracing down to her belly button, down to the curve of her hips, his teeth nipping her inner thighs till she trembles.

His mouth finding its way to her beating core.

She felt a rush of pleasure immediately, his tongue relentless, gliding every way.

His fingers curved inside her, drawing out wave after wave, gradually increasing his finger motion until she sobbed his name.

He didn’t stop till she had no strength, still pleading for more.

Only then did he rise, hovering above her, eyes wild in desire, “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough.

She did – her eyes meeting his as he slammed his d**k inside her in one deep thrust.

The deep stretch burned perfectly; she grasped loudly, locking her legs firmly around him.

His d**k still buried deep inside, he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I own you,” he rasped, “This – you – belong to me,”

Then he slammed hard, punishing stroke after stroke that shook the headboard, hitting it against the wall.

Isabella meets him at every thrust, her nails boring into his shoulder, urging him deeper.

Their skin embracing each other in sweat, the sound of raw, moist skin meeting skin, moans, freaky words whispered in ears.

He flipped her suddenly, her tummy on the bed, pulling her hips up, thrusting deep from behind with his grip on her hips tight enough to bruise.

One hand circling her c**t, the other gently pulling her hair, arching her back, taking him in deeper.

“c*m for me,” he ordered, his voice almost breathless.

Her body did as commanded, screaming into the pillow as she clenched around him.

Romano, with a strained moan, cumming deep inside her, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

They lay together, collapsing in each other’s arms. Only the breathing filled the silence for long minutes.

Romano finally drew her close, tucking her against his chest.

He pressed his lips on her temple, “I had no idea that picture existed,” He murmured into her hair.

“But I’ll find out. We both will. No more secrets.”

Isabella felt doubt in her heart.

She wanted to believe him; she really wanted to.

But the evidence against his family still worried her, but in that moment, resting in his arms with the scent of s*x and sweat between them, she tried to see hope.

“Sleep, princess. Tomorrow, we search more about my uncle, the advisor, everything.”

She slightly nodded, taken by tiredness. As she sleeps, doubts linger.

Outside, as the city began to go to sleep, entangled in the silk sheets, they clung to each other. And somewhere in the shadows, the real traitor watched and waited.