I moan as his taste hits my tongue. “Fuck,” I hear him mutter. His whole body is tense, all his muscles straining to keep himself in place as I explore his cock. My tongue wraps around him. I let out another moan when more of his taste spills into my mouth. “Don’t move.” His tone brooks no argument.
I hold still as he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. He’s using my body, taking what he wants, but still I feel like I have all the power and control. The man is vibrating with his need for me. I can tell he’s holding on to his control by a very thin thread.
“Suck, angel. Hollow those cheeks.”
I do as I’m told, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Loud groans pour from him. My hand starts to slip between my thighs, my clit throbbing with me. “No.” He pulls back, his cock slipping from my lips. “You don’t touch my pussy.”
“I’m sorry.” I bite down on my bottom lip, peeking up at him through my lashes.
“Liar.” He lifts me from the floor, tossing me onto the bed. He’s on me before I get a chance to move. “You’re not sorry at all. Are you?”
“No.” I wrap my arms around his neck and yank him down to kiss me. He lets me but kisses me harder. He grinds his cock against my sex. It slides through my folds, rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
“In me,” I try to order, wanting him to give me more. I lift my hips, his cock sliding down and kissing my entrance.
“I’m not taking your cherry until you say youwantto be my wife,” he says against my mouth.
“Antonio.”
He lifts his head, his dark eyes locking with mine. I’ve never felt more alive or safe than I have being here with him. No one has treated me the way he does. He makes me feel needed and precious. As though what we have is the real deal.
In fact, it scares me how much I want it. The fear that all of this could be ripped from me. All of it is too good to be true. Even if my family is trying to kill me. I don’t want to leave here, and more than that, I don’t want Antonio to be taken from me.
“I want to be your wife.”
His mouth crashes down on mine. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts all the way in me. The pain is sharp, but the connection of having him inside me is more overpowering than anything else. I cling to him, my body adjusting to my husband’s size.
Tears escape from my eyes. Antonio kisses them away. “I’m sorry.” He says those words so easily. Without hesitation. He really is so different from all the men I’ve ever met in my life. They would never in a million years show sympathy, because they consider it weakness.
“I’m okay,” I reassure him. Honestly, I’m not sure if my tears are from the pain or because of all these emotions swirling around inside of me.
“Say it again. Say you're my wife.” He lifts, bracing himself with one arm to loom over me.
“I’m your wife.” He pulls out and thrusts back in.
“Again,” he orders.
“I’m your wife.” This time I meet his thrust, his cock sliding in and out of me.
“I need you with me.” His hand slips between us, his fingers going to my clit. He strokes me as he keeps driving in and out.
“Antonio,” I gasp. He shifts his cock, hitting somewhere deeper inside of me, triggering another orgasm.
“Angel!” He groans my name as he spills his release into me. His body jerks against mine as he keeps coming. My sex flutters around his cock, locking down around him. A string of curses leaves Antonio before he drops on top of me, giving me his weight.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close.
What has this man done to me? He’s making me love him. That’s what he’s doing. I might not be as in control as I thought.
15
ANTONIO
“They want a meeting.” Gilly leans back in his chair and sips a whiskey.
“Where?” I ask.
“Carlino’s downtown.”