18
Aleksandra
I swear he’s trying to kill me with lust.
The desire pools between my thighs, and his tongue brings me all sorts of heightened pleasure. But it isn’t enough. With Antonio, it’s never enough.
How can one man have such an effect on me?
I surrender my heart, body, and soul, giving him my everything.
His tongue does wonders, bringing me to the brink, teasing and eliciting a reaction that I’m not prepared to experience. Sweet release.
He’s skilled with his tongue, fingers, lips, and all I want is more. More with him. More tonight. Just more.
I’m close, on the brink, but I can’t quite fall into oblivion and let go.
He’s the father of my children, which complicates matters, and he hasn’t exactly let us go freely. Even when I don’t want to be, I’m stuck in my mind.
It’s all a heavy weight, like a fog, thick and dense. I desire him, but I can’t forget what he did.
But am I so innocent, keeping the twins from him?
“Your mind is far from here,Tesorina,” Antonio says.
He isn’t wrong.
I have doubts, more than I’m willing to voice, and he must sense the frustration and fear, the worry that plagues me.
Antonio stands and reaches for my hand. “It’s time to put you into bed,” he says.
I reach for my clothes, but he snatches them before I have time. He hands me his dress shirt. “Put this on.”
“Just this?” I squeak. “What if the guards see me?”
A wry grin meets his lips. “That’s the point.”
“You want to parade me around in front of your men?” I’m appalled at his suggestion.
“I want them to know that you belong to me,Tesorina.” He pulls me hard and tight against his chest, his lips crashing against mine like he’s claiming me.
I open my mouth to object, but his tongue finds its way past my lips as he holds me tight, his arm wrapped around my waist. My body melts into him.
Damn him!
I hate how easily he can conquer me, like I’m some plaything of his.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I whisper as he finally releases me from his clutches.
“I beg to differ,” he whispers, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Come now. It’s late.” He guides me into the hallway, holding onto my clothes in one hand.
I hold my breath, waiting to see his men standing there, watching, but we’re alone.
A breath of relief spills past my lips as his hand tightens in mine, leading me up to the third floor. I’m not being invited to join him inhisbed.
I don’t even know where he sleeps. I assume he has a bedroom somewhere on the second floor.
There are no guards outside my door. The house is quiet, as if the world is asleep. I’m sure there are guards at their posts, but I’m no longer being sequestered to the third floor or my bedroom.