Tilly : A Valentino Heir Novella (Valentino Heirs Book 3)

Chapter 7

Ragazza.

Baby girl. Antonio’s words send shivers down my spine. He knows it too if the smile on his lips as he presses them into my neck is anything to go by. My thighs clamp together, my core seeking something it’s not getting.

“I asked you a question, Matilda. I want an answer,” he says before his hand wraps around my stomach, his fingers moving up under my top.

“Mhmm,” I moan as my body melts into his. My eyes close, a silent plea for him to not stop as his hand moves higher… and higher. He grazes the underside of my breast, rubbing small strokes on my skin, but it’s not nearly enough.

“I need you to use your words, Matilda. Do you want to sin with me? Is that why you’re here, in my club, after I specifically told you to stay away?” he asks.

“You don’t own me,” I manage to get out, his domineering tone reigniting my annoyance.

Antonio chuckles against my neck. “Say the word, ragazza, and I’ll show you just how much I own every inch of this tight little body of yours.”

I tremble at the thought. I want that. I want him to own me, at least in some ways. I peer over my shoulder and meet his glare. The usual empty pits of black are gone, replaced by something else. It’s almost like there’s a fire in his eyes, an amber color flickering in the dark depths of his pupils. I’ve never noticed that before. Then again, we’ve never been this close before either.

“Show me.” Two words, barely a whisper. That’s all that’s needed to send the man into a frenzy.

Within seconds, Antonio has me spun around, my back to the wall and his hands on my butt. Lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and pull his face towards mine. He hesitates, doubt stiffening his movements before I lean forward and close the gap. I’m pretty sure it’s the liquor that’s giving me the courage to do this right now.

Truth is, it doesn’t matter. I want him. And for the first time, I’m certain he wants me too.

My lips meet his and my tongue darts out to lick the seam of his mouth. It only takes a second for Antonio to open up for me. His hands grip the flesh of my butt tighter as I grind my barely covered pussy over the hardness of his cock. Even thinking those words makes me feel uncomfortable…

But there’s nothing I want more right now than to force myself out of my comfort zone.

Shock waves of pleasure explode through my body. I repeat the movement, moaning into his mouth. I might not be all that experienced, but I’ve had orgasms. I know what they feel like. Nothing compares to this, though.

I can feel how wet I am, and I briefly consider the damp spot I’m probably leaving on his pants. Until I’m slammed against the door again, Antonio grinds his cock against me, and all thoughts other than pleasure leave my head.

“Fuck,” he growls as he pulls back from my lips and his mouth travels down my neck, across my collarbone, and over to my chest. He tugs my top to the side, exposing my breast. “Fuck.” His breaths come out in pants as he continues to stare at me.

Then his lips close over my nipple, and I cry out. “Oh god!” My back arches off the door and my legs tighten around his waist as I match the movements of his hips. “Oh, sh?—”

If he keeps doing this, I’m going to come.

Antonio moves up and recaptures my mouth, turning us around as he walks farther into the office before he lays me down on the sofa. He reaches behind his back, unhooking my legs from around him. But I don’t want to let go. I don’t want this to stop.

“Let me look at you,” he says as he spreads me wide open and stares at my pussy. Sure, it’s covered in black lace, but I have no doubt he can see how wet I am.

My cheeks heat up, and I try to close my legs. Antonio grips my upper thighs tighter.

“You can’t hide from me, ragazza.” He moves one of his hands up until it’s cupping the thin lace. “This is mine now.” His fingers shift the fabric to the side. “So fucking wet. Is that all for me?”

I bite my lower lip and nod my head.

Antonio smiles down at me. “So fucking pretty.” He continues to eye my pussy, almost reverently, as his fingers slide through my folds. “Tell me, ragazza, does it taste as good as it looks?” he asks.

Before I can respond, Antonio brings his hand to my lips and smears them with my own juices. My tongue darts out and licks the tips of his fingers. Then his mouth is covering mine.

“Fucking delicious,” he growls when he pulls back again. “Sit up.” Antonio moves my body without me having to do it, positioning me so I’m propped up on the edge of the sofa. He kneels between my legs and then his mouth is on me. His fingers spread me open as his tongue fucks me. His mouth closes over my clit and he sucks, licks, and nibbles.

“Oh god! Antonio.” My hands dig into his hair. It’s too much. The sensations coursing through my body.

He pushes a finger into my opening. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts into my mound before he goes back to sucking on my clit.

I scream as my orgasm detonates. My thighs clenched tight around his head as my hands tug at the ends of his hair. Antonio continues to lick me slowly and then he looks up at me with a grin. He pushes another finger inside me, and I shudder around him.

“So fucking tight,” he repeats, then freezes.

I look down at him. Why’d he stop?

“Matilda?” he questions.

“Mhmm.” I wait for him to continue.

“Are you a virgin?”

My cheeks heat up. How would he know that? Surely, he can’t tell by just fingering me? Can he? Oh my god…

“Answer the question, Matilda.” Antonio kisses the inside of my thigh while his eyes remain connected with mine.

I nod my head, and embarrassment hits me in waves. Only to intensify when he drops his hand like I’ve burned him and pulls away so fast he almost falls back on his butt. Anyone else would think I just told the guy I had an STD.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath while his eyes flick around the room. “Fuck,” he repeats before he finally looks up at me. “This isn’t happening here.” He glares in my direction, and my heart drops.

Of course he doesn’t want a virgin. He wants someone with experience. I should have lied. Once he broke my hymen, it’d be too late. And, technically, if he asked again, it wouldn’t be a lie. Because I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.

Antonio pushes to his feet. Then I watch as he walks over to his desk, grabbing at his cock as he goes. He picks up his wallet and keys before he pulls his phone out of his pocket. I should get up and leave. Whatever this was, it’s fizzled out. He doesn’t want me. I stand and straighten my clothes. Covering myself while trying to smooth away some of my shame.

“Emillio, I’m heading home,” Antonio says into the phone, without taking his eyes off me. “Something came up.” He ends the call and quickly pockets his phone again. He takes sure, steady steps towards me.

Why haven’t I walked out that door yet?My feet are frozen in place.

“Let’s go.” He holds out a hand, waiting for me to decide if I’m following him.

I place my palm in his. “Where are we going?”

“My place,” he says. “You deserve a lot better than being taken on a fucking sofa, Matilda.” Then he guides me out of the office.

Okay then, I guess this is happening after all.

I wait until I’m settled into the passenger seat of Antonio’s car before I send Kinsley and Rosa a text.

Me:

Going home. Will call tomorrow.

I don’t bother reading their responses as I drop my phone back into my bag. Antonio’s hand lands on my leg, his fingers drawing small circles across my bare skin as I try to prepare myself for whatever happens next.