Fiore Mortale (mxm)

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I thank everyone that has been reading this book! Sorry I super suck at updating because I completely started writing an entirely different book/books. This was my very first attempt at a mxm & I've evolved so much as a writer. Truthfully, I'm probably not going to finish finish this one anytime soon, but all of the chapters I've written so far will definitely be published. Again, thank you all! Enjoy! 🥰

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"Look I got all the essential shit, is that all?" Arsenio snaps, since Gio and Narazio begin making jokes.

"No, you looked like you were in constant agony the entire time!" Narazio starts.

"I'd thought for sure you were going to pull out your gun and start shooting us all." Gio laughs making the blush on my face burn.

"He may as well come from under the table, we knew you're there Eli." Narazio says, but Arsenio's legs wrap around my waist as to keep me in my position.

"Get out, I have business to handle." Arsenio says, as I lick his dick feeling his hand immediately grip my chin.

"I'm sure you do, knew you wouldn't stay mad for long. So I guess that's a no for the trip?" Narazio asks.

"You better fucking believe it is." I hiss lowly, making them laugh loudly as I can imagine Arsenio rolling his eyes. When the door closes behind them, he releases me, moving to fix his clothes. "I wasn't finished."

"Yes, you were." He growls at me.

"Why are you still mad? I made you cüm twice." I gloat, remaining on my knees even though it was painful. Instantly he snatches my arm, forcing me to my feet as he hoists me on the table. He wipes the cûm from my chin with his thumb before putting it in my mouth.

"I'm mad because y-"

"Just spank me already, I want you to fuck me." I murmur pulling my shirt over my head. He pulls me to him, pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I groan softly leaning forward to rest my head on his chest. The pleasure I'm receiving is immediately cut short when it becomes painful. "Baby that hurts." I murmur, wincing when he squeezes tighter.

I reach for his hand, feeling the slap against the my thigh and wail in agony. To drown out the sound, his lips press against mine firmly at first then aggressively.

He seems to oppress the noise I'm trying to make when letting him know it's painful by kissing me, because the grip on my nipple is unbearable. I'm melting into the kiss, missing his lips against mine as I rock forward to taste more. All too soon he stops, slapping my thigh again. "I'm not going to punish you. At least not yet. I'm still pissed off and know I would break your little ass body I'm half if I dared to take my anger out on you. I haven't cooled off."

"Please, it's been almost three weeks, I need your attention." I murmur, gripping the front of his suit jacket. "Just, hurt me. I can handle whatever you dish out."

"No, you can't. And don't push me Eli."

"Yes I can! Arsenio touch me." I whine loudly, wishing I'd done it sooner when he pushes me over on my stomach, slapping my ass roughly. I wail out, scrambling away from him and remaining propped up on the table when I feel the throbbing sensation across my ass. There was nothing pleasurable about it.

Arsenio adjusts his jacket, smirking at me. "You'd wouldn't move another muscle for a while. I'm not that mad at you kitten. Now get out."

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"So I went to the shop today and got a hair cut, isn't it pretty?" Isla says, wanting all the attention on her and making me roll my eyes. I'd hated doing Georgie's hair, she just had too much of it so most of the time I'd comb it into a ponytail that Bebè or Alanine would fix. Dinner that night is chattery as if everyone has something to share, other than me for once. I continue eating the bowl of ice cream Marie handed me since I'd told her I was done eating real food.

I loved junk food, and everything that came with it. I mean, other than the weight. Since Arsenio had been in his mood for the last two and a half weeks, I'd been eating all the junk I wanted other than this morning. After he'd smacked me earlier today, I couldn't shake the stinging sensation of my ass.

Arsenio gets up from the table, going into the kitchen and I want to follow, but remain seated at the table since I hadn't seen or spoken to him after crawling from the meeting table and leaving the office. The ice cream melts in my mouth, making me feel better about my husband's intent on wanting to hurt me.

It's not like I hadn't wanted him to, but it's as though he'd been working out in his spare time. Arsenio grabs the spoon from my hand, dropping it back in the bowl to replace it with a plate of food like everyone else. I stare in disbelief as he takes the bowl into the kitchen and hands me a fork. "What is this?" I ask, scrunching up my face in disdain.

"Dinner, like everyone else is eating." He replies tersely, sitting down next to me again and resuming to eat.

"Can I have the ice cream when I'm finished?" I resist rolling my eyes.

"No." I hold my fork over the pasta I hadn't had in a while, looking at him.

"But why?" I murmur.

"Because I said no. Eat." I frown at the plate, knowing I'd wait until everyone was sleep to come back and eat ice cream anyways.

"When the honey moon stage is over, that means it's over. You don't just go back to caring for him, it means you're over that person. Be done already." Carmen snaps.

"You're such a bitter bitch." Alanine mutters under her breath but loud enough for us to hear.

"Then I suppose the honey moon stage isn't over." Arsenio replies making my heart swell but knowing he was only a few thoughts away from beating my ass.

"Yes it is! You ignored him for like three weeks! Let it be done! Eli if you want ice cream, no one can stop you from eating it." Yuri adds as Isla's face turns up with a snarl.

"I swear you didn't beat them hard enough, listen to this foolishness." Alanine shakes her head.

"He doesn't get a happily ever after! You're supposed to be miserable in your marriage!" Carmen hisses.

"That's enough, there will be no more of this. Eli is mine and nothing will change between us, so the conversation about it is dead." Arsenio growls, silencing all of their petty resentment and bitterness.

They just didn't get that I'd be tied up later and beat on when he cooled off some of his anger. Nothing I couldn't handle, but I'd wanted it to be him pleasuring my body first.

I'd take what I could get since it really was my fault.

"Well you know what, at least I wouldn't intentionally kill my kids." Just why did Carmen think it was appropriate to say that in front of my almost two year old daughter.

Alanine doesn't seem surprised, but then tension over the table, has me frozen in my spot. Arsenio would snap, he'd kill her and me! What the fuck was she thinking?

Of course I should've known she's trying to do everything for me to look bad and ruin my marriage, like Isla had and probably still was. I'm actually terrified of his reaction.

"At least we're going to happy." Arsenio rebuttals almost making me want to high five myself for the way he handled that. Even the smile on my lips is threatening to split my face in half when he doesn't react like he did the first time.

Everyone seems a bit surprised but goes back to conversation since Carmen was put in her place. I'm giddily eating my food, not feeling light headed for once.

Until his hand clamps my thigh. I look at his profile questioningly, seeing the irritation he masked well. He leans over to murmur softly in my ear.

"Smile like I'm whispering sweet nothings." I follow the order, hearing the ominous tone of his voice. "It wasn't my intention to punish you yet, but eat everything on your plate, you're going to need the energy because I'm going to damage you kitten."