CHAPTER 27
Nirah
ANTONIO LOCKED THE door behind us and put me down.
His hands immediately found my face, and he crashed his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss, loosening his belt. He pushed me up against the door, and I slipped my hands down his pants. I gained a throaty groan from him as I stroked his erection.
“You’re going to need to open these pretty thighs for me,” he breathed against my lips, gripping the back of my thighs as he pulled my front to his.
He lifted me, and I locked my legs around his waist. “You’re really not that strong to fuck me in your arms,” I teased.
He held me up with one hand while his other slipped between us. “Watch me.”
Our tongues glided to a lustful rhythm as he positioned his tip between my thighs.
I shuddered, feeling his tip slowly run up my wet slit. He pushed himself inside of me and I groaned, gripping his shoulders. “That’s it, baby ,” he praised and my muscles around him tightened.
His strokes were slow and gentle at first, and my back rested against the door. My mouth gaped open as my brows knitted together in pleasure. “You look so pretty with me deep inside of you, tesoro .”
I whimpered, feeling my heart rate accelerate, and he gripped the nape of my neck, pulling my face to his shoulder.
He pulled out and slammed into me, making my teeth sink into his skin with a groan. His thrusts turned merciless and my nails dug into his bicep. “Shh,” he breathed into my ear and my eyelids grew heavy as goosebumps rose on my skin. “You might want to keep it down before someone hears.”
Instinctively, my muscles around him tightened and his grip on my thighs tightened.
I lifted my head, locking my arms around his neck and my head rolled back against the door. “Antonio,” I sighed, feeling his lips press against my neck.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he murmured against my skin. “The thought of us getting caught. Right here in the dressing room.”
I moaned, lifting my head to look at him and my teeth subtly bit down onto my bottom lip. “ Yeah ,” I sighed, nodding my head and pure deviance danced behind his eyes.
Heat pooled in my lower stomach as I looked into his eyes, feeling an overwhelming pleasure take over my body. He lifted my thigh a little, and hit just the right spot. “Right there,” I whispered. “Don’t… stop,” I whimpered.
I arched my back off the door, feeling my hard nipples brush against his bare chest.
His lips found mine, and I groaned into his mouth. “Antonio—” I whimpered as his fingers teased my clit.
He leaned in to kiss my collarbone and up my neck. He found the sensitive skin in the crease of my neck and started sucking on it. Parting my lips, a soft moan emitted into the room.
“Hold it. I’m not done fucking you yet,” he gripped the nape of my neck.
“Now look,” he rasped, turning my face to the left so that I could see my reflection.
“Look how fucking pretty my girl looks,” he lowly said and I bit down onto my bottom lip.
“So…” he trailed off against my neck. “ Fucking pretty,” he whispered between kisses in the crease of my neck.
I saw my reflection and tightened around him. Oh, fuck.
My hair was knotted against the door and some of my baby hairs stuck to the sides of my face with sweat.
My face was scrunched up in pure bliss—eyes barely open, brows knitted and my jaw almost locked.
My reflection turned me on even more than I already was, and I fucking loved the sight.
My skirt was pushed up to my waist and I caught a glimpse of him sliding out before thrusting into me.
His hand dripped onto my thigh until his knuckles turned white and I whimpered, feeling his fingers circle my clit.
Watching myself come undone under his touch felt too overwhelming.
“ Please —” I whined in a faint moan.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned with one final thrust and my orgasm seeped through me, making a mess between us.
He pulsed inside of me as his forehead rested on my shoulder. Oh, my fucking God
“Now, I know why I’m marrying you,” I breathlessly said resting my hand on the back of his neck.
Still holding his grin, he shook his head at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled out of me before carefully lowering me to my feet.
“I’ll be fine,” I assured him and he hesitantly let go of me. I opened my mouth to speak when I noticed the state of not only his pants, but his shirt too.
“I’ll just pay for it.”
After getting dressed, I first poked my head out to make sure no one was there. As I was bending forward, he grabbed my hips, pulling my ass back against his hips. My body tensed and I looked over my shoulder at him.
“I like this,” he grinned and I bolted upright, clearing my throat. I whipped around to face him and he gripped the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
Slowly breaking the kiss, I playfully narrowed my eyes at him. “I swear you’re worse than a horny teenager.”
“Hm,” he hummed before licking my lips.
“Ew,” I groaned, wiping my lips. I pulled out of his arms but he pulled me back and licked my lips once again.
“Wipe it off again and I’ll fuck you right here in the middle of the store,” he said and my hand stopped mid-air.
I showed him a mischievous—yet playful—grin before wiping my lips. He gave me a single nod before grabbing the hem of my skirt.
Breaking out into laughter, I tried wiggling away from him.
“Okay, okay—I’m kidding,” I laughed. He held me around my waist and I laughed as he kissed my neck. “Stop—it tickles,” I smiled, trying to wiggle away from him.
He gently bit down on my neck and as I was about to scream, I muffled it with a laugh. “There you are!” Amelia almost yelled.
Still smiling—my head snapped up to her and I felt Antonio soothe the bite with a kiss before we stood up straight.
She rushed towards us but immediately stopped. She looked between Antonio and me and scrunched up her face.
“I don’t even want to know,” she shook her head before taking my arm.
“But my bags—”
“Don’t forget her bags!” she yelled back to Antonio and showed me a cute smile.
After a long day we finally got back to the car and Antonio was leaning against it with a blunt pressed between his thumb and pointer finger. His eyes landed on me, then dropped down to the bags—from a lingerie store—and a mischievous little smirk appeared on his face.
“I got the exact same ones,” Amelia whispered to Antonio as she passed by and his face dropped immediately. If stares could kill, she’d be dead.
With a small chuckle, I took his face in my hands before giving him a quick peck. “She’s kidding,” I assured him.
* * *
“Oh!” Amelia gasped as we entered the house. “Are you dancing tonight?”
Surprised, I glanced over at Antonio, seeing him in conversation with Cesar. How does she — “He told me,” she answered the question in my head.
“Yeah, I am,” I smiled at the excitement on her face.
“Cant wait!” she sang as her and I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of red wine.
We started planning little things here and there for my wedding and it was incredibly fun with her. We could barely speak, think, or do anything with the way we were rolling on the floor—laughing.
It got so bad to the point where Antonio walked in, saw us on the floor, and walked out without saying anything.
The pole for my room finally arrived and she helped me assemble it. I had asked Antonio to help but he couldn’t keep his dirty thoughts to himself.
“Next we’re getting mirrors since I felt how much you like them,” he whispered in my ear and goosebumps rose on my neck.
We finally finished up at the house and headed to the club.
“So you’re like really fucking strong, right?” Amelia leaned in to ask as we walked into the lively club.
“Yeah, I guess. It’s mostly upper body strength for me,” I replied.
“And flexibility,” Antonio added and I lightly nudged his stomach with my elbow.
“Finally!” Silvia sighed, marching toward me. “Where have you— who’s this?” she cut herself off, looking over at Amelia.
I introduced the two of them to each other and after a million compliments and flirtatious comments, Sylvia finally offered to show Amelia to a table.
Taking Antonio’s hand in mine, I dragged him to my dressing room. “I thought I wasn’t allowed back here,” he humorously said and I rolled my eyes, closing the door.
“Were you going to listen?” I asked and he shook his head, no . “There you go,” I said, and he sat down on the sofa.
He threw one arm around the back and watched as I unpacked my clothes. I started ranting about the wedding, asking him questions and telling him things that were probably irrelevant but felt relevant to me.
Whilst I got dressed and ready for my performance, he just sat there and watched. I told him that he could go and get a drink so that he wouldn’t be so bored, but he reassured me that he was not bored while watching me. I was parading half naked in my dressing room. Of course, he wasn’t.
Silvia opened the dressing room door excitedly. “Are you ready!” she jumped up and down and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
And with that, we left and headed out. Antonio headed off to my table with Amelia and Silvia walked with me to the stage.
“There’s my girl,” Giovanni smiled, stopping in front of us.
“Hey, Gio!” I excitedly greeted. “I missed you,” I said and he pulled me in for a hug. “How are you?”
“Oh, baby, I’ve been very hurt these past few weeks,” he softly said and my face morphed into concern.
“Why, what’s wrong?” I asked, placing a light hand on his shoulder.
“You haven’t been here in a while,” he murmured like he was on the verge of tears.
“Gio!” I laughed and he smiled. “Well, I’ll be dancing soon, so don’t worry. You’ll feel better in no time.”
I eventually left Giovanni before making my way to the stage. The men and women were amazing tonight, and as usual, I was drowning in dollar bills.
“Oh my fucking God!” Amelia squealed, as I got off stage with Silvia at my side.
“You’re not marrying Antonio anymore, you’re marrying me,” she squeezed me in her arms, and I snickered.
“On a serious note though, you were amazing. You’re so fucking talented!
” she complimented and I thanked her. “And since your pole is up, you can show me more,” she winked at me.
“Your pole is already up?” Silvia asked and I nodded. “Oh—when?”
“It only came in earlier today. I asked her and Antonio to help me put it up.”
“Oh,” she cleared her throat. “Okay, well I have to go. I’ll see you later,” she kissed my cheek before smiling at Amelia and leaving.
“Come,” Amelia beckoned, taking my arm. “Let’s have a drink.”
We grabbed drinks at the bar and I felt an arm wrap around my waist. “You were amazing,” Antonio whispered before kissing my neck.
“All the other men already confirmed it,” I teased and he grinned against my neck.
“All the other men don’t get to take you home and fuck you to sleep,” he whispered and I squeezed my thighs together. Amelia turned around to face us and groaned.
“You might want to keep it in your pants tonight, lover boy,” she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink.
“You might not want to be home tonight,” he said and her face scrunched up in disgust. “I know you can’t sleep with a lot of noise.”
I nearly choked on my drink, my eyes growing wide. “What would Mother say, if she knew you were sleeping with your fiancée before marriage,” she grinned and the muscle in his jaw ticked.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, and she proudly smiled, finishing her drink.
“So yes, I will be home and yes, I will be able to sleep because there will be no noise.”
“I could just kick you out of my house.”
“Please—no,” I shook my head. “I’m tired anyways,” I yawned, covering my mouth and Antonio lowered his lips to my ear.
“I’ll fuck you nice and slow, don’t worry about it,” he whispered in my ear before gently biting down on my earlobe.
Amelia looked at me with her ‘ Are you hearing this? ’ eyes and I shrugged my shoulders. “I really can’t help what comes out of his mouth,” I apologetically smiled.
We enjoyed a few drinks before heading home. We finally got back to the house and Amelia got out while I unbuckled my seat belt.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, grabbing my arm.
“Do you need something?” I asked in confusion.
“Yeah,” he leaned in to kiss me. I smiled as he pulled back.
“Maybe we should just wait for her to fall asleep,” I joked and he smiled.
“I know my sister and with all that alcohol in her system? I wish all my staff good luck.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why?”
“She is not going to stop talking.”
“Okay… well then what about car sex?” I over excitedly asked. “But people might see,” I shook my head, looking around. I’ve never had car sex before but it was definitely something I was curious about.
Although it had gotten dark, the street lights still made it possible for someone to see a car and what was going on inside.
“Hold on,” he said, fastening my seat belt.
We left the property, and soon, he parked the car, and we had a beautiful view below us of the city lights. He locked the doors, and I smiled. A hh …