44. Daniela
Antonio knocks once on the door and barges right in.
“You do realize it’s customary to wait until someone says come in before you enter, right?”
“Pfft,” he replies, shedding his clothes. “I heard the water sloshing around. I knew you were in the tub.”
“What has that got to do with it? What if I was in here, enjoying a private moment with myself?”
He dims the lights and turns on some moody jazz. “If that’s what I thought, I wouldn’t have bothered to knock.”
My eyes feast on him, as he hovers above me, motioning for me to move forward so he can get in behind me. His muscle is lean and sculpted, and everything about him, including that fine cock, is mouthwatering.
“You’re a brazen princesa. Like what you see?”
“Every inch.”
The corner of his mouth tugs into a little smirk.
“This tub is huge—why don’t you sit across from me so I can look at you while we talk?”
“I don’t want to talk. I want to feel you,” he murmurs, climbing in behind me and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against him. He gently presses a kiss to the back of my head.
Mmmm. He can be so tender and sweet, but it rarely lasts long, although I’m seeing more and more of it.
“What took so long? I hope you weren’t too hard on Rafael.”
“Have you been waiting for me all this time?” He snatches my hand out of the water, and turns it over to see if my fingers are shriveled.
“Four hours? In your dreams.”
He tweaks my nipple.
“Ouch!” I yelp, slapping his hand. “Valentina and I took the horses around the corral, and then we reheated some leftovers. Now she’s in bed. School is going to come as a shock after a week of play. Tell me what happened with Rafael.”
“He’s not happy,” Antonio mutters, settling deeper into the warm bath.
“What did you do?”
“I gave him an opportunity to be a leader in much the same way your father gave me an opportunity. I’m trying to teach him to be a responsible and disciplined man. Your father did that for me, and I’ll always be grateful. I’m sure I was as much of a pain in the ass as Rafael is—maybe more.”
My father.I’m not as angry as I was with him when I first learned about what he did, but my feelings are still in a twist. He should have told me.
“So you taught Rafael how to execute a betrothal contract?” Antonio pinches my ass, and I squirm, spilling some water over the side. “What exactly does an opportunity to be a leader entail?”
“Ask Rafael when you see him. Right now, all I want to do is play with your pussy.” He hooks his legs around mine and spreads them apart, letting the warm water lap against the sensitive flesh.
It feels heavenly—but I want more.
“What are you waiting for?” I wiggle my ass against his hard cock.
“You’re asking for trouble.”
“Begging for it.”
He slides one hand across my chest, holding me firmly against him, and the other under the water, until he finds my throbbing pussy. While his fingers leisurely circle my warm folds, I lay my head back against his shoulder and close my eyes, moaning gratefully as his skilled hand works me into a frenzy.
“You’re my life,” he murmurs. “My queen.”
When he unveiled the new Huntsman and Rosa do Vale logo, I knew then that I was his queen, but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him say it.
“Antonio!” Cristiano shouts, pounding on the bathroom door, startling me. My relaxed husband tenses at the voice. “I need a word with you. It can’t wait.”
I hear the urgency in his tone. Antonio must too, because he gets right out and grabs a towel.
“Fuck,” Antonio grumbles. “Give me a minute.”
My stomach flutters uncomfortably, as Antonio dries himself quickly and slings the towel around his waist.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. And don’t get any ideas. I want to be the one to make you come. This better be fucking important,” he mutters, shutting the door behind him.
Other than a handful of select staff, no one besides family is allowed on this floor. Cristiano would certainly be given more leeway than anyone, but he would never disturb us in our bedroom—not unless something terrible happened.
I get out of the tub and dry myself, too. He won’t be right back.