Alfonzo 14: Armored by S. W. Frank

Author:S. W. Frank [Frank, S. W.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Hispanic American, International Mystery & Crime, Thriller & Suspense, United States, Hispanic, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
ISBN: 1494755483
Amazon: B00HHWTZAK
Published: 2013-12-22T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Amelda closed her eyes. Her lip trembled with sadness as she looked upon her reflection. There was a glow to her cheeks set there by a joyous beginning of life sprouting within. She saw herself in the bright lighting; revealed was a donna whose happiness was killed by truths she had failed to see.

Her husband waited.

Oh, how she adored Matteo. Such a wonderful dream she had lived throughout the murderous years. Tonight she would tell him of the bambino and he was certain to smile with conceit. She would smile as well at his expected reaction despite the sadness she would feel.

Amelda wiped her cheeks, blinked to remove the extra shine of mourning and went to her husband who lay reclined in their bed. His eyes were bright as the stars when she emerged in the form-fitting gold silk negligee she’d worn on her honeymoon.

He raised his torso, leaning on his elbows, between his thighs desire’s head showed also. “You are beautiful,” he said as she crawled between his legs and lifted the hem of her gown.

Her buttocks ascended over her Don’s thighs as they stared in each other’s eyes. Matteo took hold of her waist, his mane of rich hair caressing her cheek as he kissed her neck, grunting from the slick micio windshield wipers of flesh on his rod.

They moved in unison, a lover’s dance with synchronization that is perfected over time. His hands caressed her spine, concealed by silk. He kissed her lips and she opened them hungrily to drink of his natural milk. Tear ducts oozed liquid upon his chest and his mouth detached to inquire why she cried.

“We are having another bambino mi amore,” she answered.

His response was what she hoped, joy. “Bellissimo…ah…ti amo…ti amo bella.”

His playboy smile was as brilliant as the day he confessed his love. He reclined with her, kissing her hard as her hands reached to grip the headboard. The wondrous sensation pushing within elicited a sad moan she could not silence. The thrusts were her wants and the loving flow which showered her husband was genuine.

Matteo’s quivers of flesh and grunts in the throes of ecstasy were delightful but the gasp that followed canceled out his pleasure. To the heart for his betrayal is where Amelda smoothly inserted the knife.

Matteo’s eyes squeezed shut, a choking bark of a cough emitted from his throat; then they opened in awareness to stare in the lovely eyes of a devoted wife. His hand slipped from Amelda’s spine where the family motto was etched near bone to clutch at the knife sticking in his heart. He did not pull it out, to do so would accelerate his death. Thus he prolonged the pain with a beautiful smile of acceptance that his wife had been kind.

Amelda cried as she caressed his cheeks. “Ssshhh mio amore...die in honor…die knowing I have loved you with all of my heart.” Her lip quivered violently as tears spilled in her mouth. The deceptive husband she worshipped had given her a wonderful life of pretense.

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