He tosses my shirt at me. “Clean yourself up.”
I’m shaking uncontrollably. “You are a despicable human being.”
“I am.” He steps closer, almost in my face. “How does it feel to have begged a despicable human being to fuck you? I’m guessing not so good.”
He starts toward the door, then turns. “And don’t barter with your body like a common whore. It’s beneath you.”
Something inside me shrivels and dies. And, for a fleeting moment, I want the rest of me to die with it.No, Daniela. You’re a survivor.
I hold the shawl against me, shielding my nakedness from him.
“My body is all I have to barter with, you bastard. You’ve taken everything else from me.Everything,” I screech, my voice shaking as much as my hands.
Antonio stops short of the doorway, but he doesn’t turn to face me. It’s as though he’s waiting for me to hurl more vitriol at him before he leaves. But I have nothing left. I’m empty. Shell-shocked by his behavior.
After a few moments of silence, he squares his shoulders and walks out, leaving me on the table with the rest of the leftovers.
27
Antonio
My damn phone has gone off three times in the last fifteen minutes, but I was too busyteaching Danielaa lessonto even glance at it.
What a fucking joke.If anyone got schooled tonight, it was me.
When my mouth was on her pussy, I didn’t give a damn who was on the phone, or whether the world around me was imploding. All I cared about were her whimpers and moans, and the way she trembled when I licked her wet, pink flesh.
At least I didn’t shove my dick into her like she wanted.After I promised I wouldn’t fuck her.I was half a second away from burying myself balls-deep inside her.After I promised, repeatedly, that I wouldn’t.
She said she didn’t care about the promise. Maybe not today. But one day, when it matters, she’d remember I wasn’t strong enough to keep my promise to her.
If I had half a goddamn brain, first thing in the morning, I’d put her on a plane, send her back to the US, and be done with her.
“What?” I growl when Lucas answers.
“About fifteen minutes ago, we learned that an ambulance was on its way to Abel Huntsman’s house. It’s there now. Thought you’d want to know.”
Christ.“What happened?”
“Not entirely sure. Sounds like he had a stroke. We’ll have more information once the EMTs are outside the house.”
We don’t have surveillance inside my uncle’s house. It’s swept regularly, and if we were caught, it would be World War III—or worse.
“I’m on my way to the villa. Cristiano with you?”
“Yeah. We’re here for the duration.”
I disconnect the call and head to the garage, where Thiago is waiting.
This night just keeps getting better and better.
Dinner was a roller-coaster ride. One minute, Daniela was all excited about a vintage year for the valley, and the next, we were at each other’s throat about a feckless pussy named Josh.
I don’t give a shit about her having sex with Josh.Not really.Although I’m beginning to think it bothers me more than it should.
I didn’t expect Daniela to be a virgin. It’s important to some men in our culture, mainly the older men, but not to me. I was fourteen the first, and last, time I popped a cherry.Clara Freitas.She was sixteen. I wasn’t a virgin, but my experience had been with whores—women my father paid to make me a man.
Before we were even dressed, Clara invited me to have dinner with her family. “How about Sunday then?” she asked after I declined the first invitation.