It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s barely hanging on by a thread. Salvatore has made it his life’s mission to find answers about my sister, and the more time that passes, the angrier he becomes. But not the normal anger, a bone-deep rage fueled by his feelings of failure, his regret for not protecting my sister and me, even before he knew us. He always tells me he’d do anything to banish that look in my eyes each time I ask if there’s news and he has nothing new to share with me. And he does, but sometimes, the pain gets a little harder to bear.
My eyes cast downward, not wanting to show him the pain and sadness swirling around inside me. Today should be a happy day. We are announcing to the world the gender of our twins, but I can’t tell that to the voice in the back of my mind reminding me of the person who’s missing.
“No tears,” he utters before planting a gentle kiss on my forehead and locking eyes with his brother over my head.
They have a silent conversation, communicating without words.
My entire body tenses, bracing for whatever bad news they’re about to deliver, but nothing comes. Instead, Salvatore gives me one final look before turning on his heels and striding out the door.
“What was that all about?” I question as I take a step closer to him, attempting to press myself tighter to his body, but my baby bump gets in the way.
I want to know what the boys are hiding from me now.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of…” he says, nipping at my skin. “You have the scariest motherfuckers in the world at your beck and call. No one is getting near you or these babies.”
He runs his hand around my waist, gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me into his arms. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I rub my pussy against the bulge in his pants.
“I can think of better things to do besides talk about my brother right now, can’t you?” He grunts before slanting his lips over mine and kissing me deeply. I groan loudly as his tongue caresses my lips, begging me to open for him. He starts slowly, caressing the inside of my mouth with his tongue.
The moments our lips touch, the last few moments melt away, forgotten. I pour every one of my emotions into this kiss. The hurt, pain, and fear of the unknown flow through my body, and Antonio takes everything I have to give him, comforting me the only way he knows how. It helps that my hormones are running full throttle through my entire body, making it hard to focus on anything but my need to feel him inside me.
One by one, my muscles relax, my body turning to pure liquid in his arms as Antonio nips and sucks at my lips before deepening the kiss. I can’t think of anything else besides the feeling of his body pressed against mine.
His hand runs up my leg, pushing up the hem of my dress and dragging it up my leg.
“I need you,” I whine, rubbing my hardened nipples across his chest.
Antonio hauls me up higher on his body, swinging me around so my back presses against the bedroom wall, sliding my hand beneath the hem of my dress and brushing against my bare lower lips.
“Dirty Girl.”He chuckles as I grind my cunt onto his cock, chasing sweet oblivion.
My eyes travel down his body, locking on the bulge in his pants. “Give it to me.”
My hands move on their own, unbuckling his pants and wrapping my hand around his cock. I watch in utter fascination as it twitches in my hand, his hips moving up and down, meeting my every move. His skin is smooth but warm under my touch.
“Don’t you want to fuck me? Do you want to feel the walls of my pussy tightening around your cock and sucking you dry?”
His head drops back, his eyes slamming shut as I continue my movements. My hand slides up his shaft, swiping my thumb across the bulbous head, collecting pre-cum on my thumb before repeating the process a few times. Antonio’s moans of pleasure vibrate through my body, his stomach muscles tightening as my hand squeezes his shaft tighter in my grasp. Every muscle in his body is straining to maintain his control. He’d love nothing more than to fuck me, pounding my body into submission, but he’s holding back, waiting for me to take what I need from him. A way to make all the pain go away, or better yet, turn it into something other than sadness and rage.
“Fuck me and don’t be gentle,” I demand, lining his cock against my pussy and raising my hips. “I need it.”
His hand shoots up to my throat, his fingers wrapping tightly around me as he forces my head back, pinning her to the wall as he sinks home. My eyes slip closed as indescribable pleasure causes stars to cross my eyes.
“Fuck. Your pussy is so tight.” His hold on my neck tightens, my walls stretching to accommodate as his cock slides deeper inside me. The sound of our skin slapping against one another and the squishing of my juices as he thrusts into me harder. A shiver runs through my entire body, the sensations almost too much for me to control as I writhe in his arms.
Antonio draws himself out of me slowly before slamming back in, my back banging so hard against the wall, making the pictures shake in place.
In, out, in, out, in, out, each thrust becoming more erratic than the last as his hand slides between our bodies. The tips of his fingers brush against my clit with each pass.
“More,” I demand. “I need more.” The husky tone of my voice sounds different, almost animalistic.
“Do you like that, baby?”
I can only nod my head, my mouth popping open as I gasp for air, and my pussy clamps down harder on his cock. “You like how I control you, don’t you? Whether you live or die at this moment is up to me.”
“Yessss,” I hiss, the hold on my neck loosening just enough for me to answer before tightening down a second time.
My lungs burn as my body climbs higher toward release. The lack of oxygen multiplies the pleasure as my vision darkens around the edges, drifting in and out of consciousness before Antonio releases his grip around my throat.