CHAPTER 18 #2
“Fine. Then I’m mad at you,” I rephrased.
“And why’s my girl mad at me?” he humorously asked, taking the opportunity to kiss my neck. My eyelids felt heavy but I managed to keep them open, somewhat wiggling away from him.
“Because you left me for five days. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I explained, not looking at him.
“You want me to call you when I’m gone?” he asked and I could tell he was smiling.
“Yes,” I truthfully answered.
“Why?” he asked like it was the most strange thing he had ever heard.
My head snapped to him in disbelief, but as soon as I looked up into his eyes, I turned my head again. If you don’t look at him, you won’t forgive him easily.
I was about to speak until I realized that this wasn’t even a real relationship. Or, a real marriage for that matter. He didn’t owe me anything.
I swallowed my pride and ignored the fact that this wasn’t real. “Because I just do,” I answered, and he gently took my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him.
“What would you have liked to know, tesoro ?” he asked with a little peck—not letting go of my face.
“Did you have three meals a day?”
“Yes,” he answered with a little peck.
“Did you stay hydrated?”
“Yes.” Another peck.
“Did you do any not business related things?”
“Other than fantasizing about you? Nah,” he pecked my lips again.
“Did you miss me?” I murmured, and he grinned.
“You were all I could think about,” he replied, kissing me a little longer before pulling back.
“Meet new people?” I casually asked, and I didn’t miss the mischief lurking behind his eyes.
“I did meet this really hot brunette,” he said in thought, and naturally, my brows drew together.
“Antonio Ivan-Yuri De Luca,” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I’m kidding,” he pecked my lips. “She was blonde,” he smirked, and I scoffed, pushing his shoulders back, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.
“I can’t believe you’re getting jealous again,” he stated, and I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, well, it’s hard not to when your fiancé is a man whore ,” I mumbled, trying not to look at him.
He was quiet for a second and I started getting worried.
I turned to look at him, only to find him frowning—deep in thought.
I couldn’t help but break out into a smile as he held the most confused expression on his face. “A what…?” he asked and I bit my bottom lip, trying not to smile.
“Nothing,” I shook my head. “Point is, you’re always surrounded by women,” I cleared my throat.
Women who didn’t come with emotional baggage.
Women who didn’t have to push away any and every good thing that ever came into their lives, in fear of it ruining them, and then leaving, forcing them to pick up every last piece and put themselves back together. Alone .
He leaned down, giving me a soft kiss, and pulled back to meet my hesitant eyes. “But you’re the only woman I want,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me, and my heat bloomed in my chest.
I smiled. “Prove it.”
He smiled as well. “I will.”
I held back as he kissed me, lowering his body to mine.
My hands gripped his biceps, and I could feel his muscles flex every so often.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he breathed against my lips before kissing down my neck.
He slipped his hand underneath my shirt as he grabbed my breast, molding it before twisting my sensitive nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
His wet mouth clamped onto my skin as he sucked and my mouth gaped open as a moan slipped out.
He lowered himself, leaving a trail of kisses across my lower stomach, amplifying the pulsing between my thighs.
He yanked my shorts down my legs, wasting no time before his mouth latched onto my clit.
The wet suck of his mouth forced tingles to shoot through my stomach and I lifted my head off the bed, reaching down to grip his roots.
I opened my mouth to moan and in response he groaned in pleasure, sucking harder.
His warm tongue circled my clit before he dragged it lower until— oh.
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, and he gripped my thighs with both hands, burying his face between my thighs. He groaned as his tongue swirled in and out of me, and the vibrations soothed my aching clit. His mouth devoured me like a man who had been starved for days— weeks .
My arousal leaked out of me as he pulled back before dragging his tongue up and over my clit.
“Fuck, baby ,” he groaned, kissing my soaking slit before flicking my clit with his tongue. His fingers tightened on my thighs and my skin buzzed.
“Antonio,” I sighed, gripping at his roots as I pushed my head back into the pillows. I attempted to squeeze his head between my thighs but his hold was too strong as he pulled my legs further apart.
I lifted my hips underneath him, and the muscles in my stomach tightened.
He pulled his mouth back before slipping two fingers inside of me, and I whimpered, drawing my brows together in pleasure.
He glanced up at me, and when my eyes locked with his darkened gaze, a soft whine fell from my lips as I threw my head back.
“Oh, God— fuck ,” I cried out, squeezing around his fingers.
His fingers curled inside of me, and my mouth fell open with a moan.
I could feel his eyes on me as he spoke. “Who do you belong to, Nirah?”
In ragged breaths, I answered. “ You .”
“And what’s my name?”
I bit my bottom lip, digging my heels into the mattress, and my breath hitched. “ Antonio .”
“Good girl,” he praised, and seconds later his mouth sucked on my clit and I let go.
My orgasm exploded between us and he gathered every drop on his tongue. With a heaving chest, I dropped my arms to my sides and he slowly lowered my thighs to the bed.
He helped me sit up and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it beside us. His lips met mine in an instant and I smiled into the kiss, holding his face in both of my hands. “Shower with me,” I breathed between kisses.
He broke the kiss and before I knew it, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bathroom with him.
We peeled each others clothes off one by one, standing in the shower.
My legs felt numb but they were strong enough for me to stand as his lips found mine. “You’re still an insufferable piece of shit,” I breathed between kisses.
“And you’re still insulting me. Clearly you haven’t learned your lesson yet,” he pulled back, holding me against his chest.
“What are you going to do? Spank me?” I teased and amusement flashed across his face. He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted his other hand behind me. I grabbed his hand, forcing it downwards.
“Don’t even think about it,” I sternly said and he grinned down at me.
“Don’t tempt me again.”
“Then don’t be such an ass,” I said as he reached for the shampoo bottle. “Wait, let me.”
My mood suddenly lifted as I squeezed a little of it in my hand.
He took the bottle from me and I couldn’t contain my smile as I reached up to his hair.
He smiled at my struggle and lifted me so that my legs wrapped around his torso.
“This is so much fun,” I whispered as I rubbed the shampoo through his hair.
He hummed in response and stared at me intently.
As soon as we finished up in the shower, we each grabbed a towel and then brushed our teeth. Thereafter, he threw me onto his shoulder and I yelped. He slapped my ass and I lifted my head, holding onto his waist.
“Hit my ass again and I’m poking yours with my finger,” I warned and he gave my ass a little squeeze. I muffled a laugh in his back and he plopped me down onto his bed.
“We should get dressed first,” I said, sitting up as I held my towel against my body.
“We don’t have to,” he shook his head and fell down next to me.
“Well, I do,” I said, getting up.
“Go for it,” he nodded and I tightened my grip on my towel.
“I will,” I gave him a confident nod before walking towards his walk-in closet. Everything was so formal and… clean . And expensive. Not a single thing was out of place.
After about a solid ten minutes of admiring a closet—I know, that’s quite sad—I picked out a T-shirt and some sweatpants. I thought for a while and left the sweatpants. Last time didn’t go so well.
I decided to grab a pair of his boxers instead. I moved my hips in a circle and smiled. I see why they like this so much.
I threw on his t-shirt that stopped just a little above my knees. Perfect . I walked out to find him standing near the window with his back facing me. His phone was pressed to his ear as he spoke in Italian. I squinted my eyes, slowly approaching him.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and noticed the scars on his back. My heart ached when my eyes traveled to each of them. I lightly kissed each of his scars and rested my cheek against his warm back, closing my eyes.
He ended the call and slightly turned his head back over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asked, and I rested my chin against his back.
“Nothing much, just admiring the most beautiful back I’ve ever seen,” I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders, and he smiled. “And the most beautiful smile at that,” I added, and he turned around, pulling me into his arms.
“What am I going to do with you, Nirah Joy?” he rhetorically asked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Who were you talking to?”
“It was just work,” he vaguely answered, and I hummed in response, averting his eyes. He took my face in his hands, making me look up at him. “There’s a problem at work, and they wanted me to come in tonight.”
“Oh,” I softly said. “Okay,” I nodded.
“But,” he paused and scooped me up bridal style. “I sent Logan to deal with it. I told them that I couldn’t make it, because if I left my fiancée for a second time she’d come up with a brand new, creative insult and my ego can’t take any more hits.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re learning. I like it,” I playfully winked at him.