Chapter 10
Isabella
Since Antonio took that call at the restaurant, he’s been distracted, but not in a way that suggests he’s repressing anger. It’s more of a contemplative silence. The vibe he’s giving off is one of concern. Whether he realizes it or not, he keeps shooting me these strange looks. His mouth pulls into a hard line, yet there’s no softness in his eyes. Something is troubling him. He’s worried about me.
It’s unlike Antonio to let his feelings show. Usually, his guard is firmly up and it would take a mind-reader to work out what’s going on behind those inscrutable blue eyes of his. Right now, his trepidation is plain to see. Whatever that phone call was about, it rattled him and that scares me.
As we ate lunch, he engaged in some discussion about the food but brushed me off when I asked if anything was wrong. Now, as we’re being driven back to the house, I don’t dare try to break through the barrier he’s erected. With two of his men in the front seats of the car, Antonio would be pissed if I prodded him for answers.
I wish I could think of a safe topic to break the silence, though. A little conversation would provide a distraction from my growing arousal.
That damned thing Antonio stuffed in my ass is making me hyperaware of my body. Every time we go over a bump in the road, the plug shifts, tormenting my insides. Pressure is building at my core. My clit throbs and my pussy clenches. Squeezing my thighs together gives me no relief. I need my husband’s skillful touch but, with the way he’s acting, I’m not sure I’ll get it.
By the time we pull up at the front door of the mansion, my panties are soaked. The blond-haired driver, David, switches off the engine. Before either of the men has a chance to come and open his door, Antonio jumps out of the car and holds a hand out to me. He could come around to my side of the car, but he’s making me shuffle across the seat. The bastard knows the movement will make the plug press deeper inside me. The wicked gleam in his eye confirms his intent.
I take the hand he offers, and a tingle runs down my spine. Just being close to Antonio is enough to spark a primal awareness that grips every part of my body. As I step out of the car, the plug rubs against a sensitive spot inside me and I can’t suppress a needy whine. Antonio’s expression heats as he flashes me a smirk, knowing exactly what the plug is doing to me.
“Something wrong, Bella?” His voice is low, deep, and incredibly seductive. “You seem all hot and bothered.”
The naked desire in Antonio’s gaze makes me bolder than I would normally be. I run my hand down his front and between his legs. His cock jumps beneath my touch. “It’s nothing my husband can’t fix.”
“Careful,” he warns me, tilting his head toward the front of the car, reminding me we are not alone.
As much as I’d love to play with Antonio, to see how far I can push him, my sense of self-preservation kicks in. I remove my hand. Antonio wraps a possessive arm around my waist and hugs me to his side. He leads me into the house. When we get inside, he releases me and closes the door behind us. It shuts with an ominous click.
“Go to the bedroom. Be ready for me when I get there.” Antonio’s commanding tone is enough to make my panties combust.
Unbelievably turned on, I sprint upstairs. As I come onto the landing at the top of the grand wooden staircase, I run into Janetta. She’s wearing her chosen uniform of black shirt dress and cardigan with white sneakers.
“Ah, Mrs. Volante, I’ve just put some fresh towels in your bathroom and clean sheets on the bed.”
My cheeks heat as I consider the stains she probably found on the bedding. “Thank you, Janetta.” I fling my arms around the older woman’s neck and pull her close. “It’s good to see you and, remember, it’s Isabella.”
“Of course.” She pats my back and steps out of the embrace I ambushed her with. “Is Antonio with you?”
“Yes, he’s downstairs somewhere.”
Janetta smiles, genuine happiness warming her pale blue eyes. She has a soft spot for my husband and his brothers, even though they ran rings around her when they were boys.
“It’s good to have you back, Isabella,” she says as she walks off.
“Thank you.”
As I hurry along the corridor to the bedroom, I wonder if I really am back. Things are still unsettled between Antonio and me. I worry our reunion might only be a temporary one. I’m also unsure if the rest of the family will welcome my return. They’re loyal to one another and may not forgive me for hurting Antonio, even if I never intended to.
When I get to our bedroom, I strip off my dress, bra, and panties. I throw them into the closet and shut the door. Then I kneel by the bed. It’s not something Antonio has ever asked me to do but it feels right. His growly tone when he sent me up here was imbued with an urge to dominate. With desire firing through my veins, I’m in the mood to submit to whatever he desires.
Maintaining a simple pose with my heels tucked behind my butt, my thighs spread apart and my head bowed is no real challenge to me since I keep up a regular fitness regimen. It’s my mind that’s struggling with this position. It makes me feel vulnerable. If Antonio rejects my submission, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Thankfully, before I can drive myself nuts worrying about it, Antonio comes into the room. Though his expression is unreadable as his eyes rake over me, I don’t sense any anger coming from him. I think he approves of me presenting myself to him like this.
Giving me no respite from his intense stare, he removes his jacket. He places it over the back of the chair at the dressing table and then strips off his tie. After rolling his shirtsleeves up to his elbows, he comes to me and curves a hand around my cheek.
“Are you offering yourself to me, Bella?”
Biting my bottom lip, I peer up at him. “Yes.”
“To do what?”
Throwing caution to the wind, I respond without hesitation. “Anything you want.”
His eyes darken with undiluted lust. If he chose to, he could take whatever he wants from me. I’d be powerless to stop him. But me handing him the keys to the kingdom is a whole other matter. He’s pleased that I’ve offered my submission.
Putting a hand beneath my elbow, he pulls me to my feet. He steers me into the bathroom and stops in front of the sink.
“Palms flat on the counter, legs spread, ass out.” Antonio issues a string of instructions that I’m quick to obey. “I want you to watch yourself in the mirror.”
My eyes dart to his. Can I do that? Can I watch myself unraveling as he explores my body, taking what he wants from me? The thought of it is unbearably erotic. Sensing my hesitation, Antonio grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs until it feels as though it will be wrenched from my scalp.
“Don’t look at me, Bella. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come undone. I want you to see yourself becoming a needy, desperate slut for me.”
Whoa! Why was that so hot? I should be outraged by his directness, but I’m not. In fact, I’m turned on by it. As Antonio caresses my ass, making my skin tingle, I focus on my reflection. My pale pink lips tremble as anticipation builds. Antonio slides his hand between my butt cheeks and grasps the base of the plug. A strange tugging sensation pulls at my insides. Antonio has barely touched me and the pressure at my core is already difficult to bear.
Leaning over me, covering my body with his, Antonio whispers in my ear, “I’m going to take this plug out and replace it with my cock. You’re going to take every inch like a good little slut and milk me dry.”
It’s not his words that make my pussy wet, but the fierce promise they hold. I grip the edge of the vanity as Antonio places a hand on my lower back and eases the plug out. My mouth twists in discomfort as the widest part of the silver toy is drawn out past the tight ring of muscle.
Antonio tosses the plug aside. It lands with a clatter on the tiled floor. He removes his shoes and socks and strips off his pants, taking his white boxer briefs with them. He leaves his shirt on. It crosses my mind he might be self-conscious about his scar. Did it bother him that I stared at it earlier? I shrug off that thought. Antonio wouldn’t give a damn about a blemish. Remaining partially clothed while I’m completely naked is more likely his way of demonstrating who holds the power here. He has me at a disadvantage.
Stepping up behind me, he kicks my legs farther apart. I swear I could be doing the splits and he’d still want more. He rubs his fully erect cock back and forth along the length of my pussy. I moan as he coats himself in my juices. When he’s ready, he places a restraining hand on my shoulder and pushes the head of his shaft into my tightest hole. In the mirror I watch the struggle to accept him playing out on my face as he presses forward.
A part of me wants to welcome him in, but what’s etched in the lines around my eyes is fear. Though my body is more receptive after being filled by the plug for several hours, Antonio is longer, thicker than the toy. I’m afraid this is going to hurt.
That fear is allayed as he breaches my forbidden hole, unleashing a sensual onslaught as he slides in one erotically charged inch at a time. Pain gives way to pleasure. How can something my mind tells me is wrong feel so good? I should hate this, but I don’t.
With an animalistic snarl, Antonio surges forward until his hips make contact with my ass. His cock is as deep as it can get inside me and it feels sublime. Any hint of discomfort that was on my face drains away to leave a picture of calm. I know that won’t last much longer.
As Antonio slides in and out of me, finding his rhythm, my eyes roll back. Antonio stops moving and slaps my ass, hard enough to elicit a gasp of shock from me.
“I told you to watch, Bella.”
The moment I return my attention to my reflection, Antonio starts to fuck me with renewed purpose. His flesh slaps against mine as he drives in deep, pounding into me with a terrifying lack of restraint. He intends to leave an indelible mark on me. His fingers dig into my shoulder, my hip, where he anchors me in place. My lips part as I struggle to catch my breath. My eyes are glazed. I’m drunk on the pleasure he delivers even as he brings a bite of pain.
“You were made for this, Bella. You were made to take my cock in your tight little ass.”
He swivels his hips and I scrabble at the marble-topped vanity, trying to find something to hold on to. My reflection distorts as my eyes glisten with tears. Antonio lays claim to my body like a marauding beast and it’s too much to bear. My mouth twists in agonized bliss. Antonio’s pace is impossible to match. All I can do is hold on tight as each thrust shoves me forward. My hipbones bang against the vanity. I’ll be black and blue after this, but right now I don’t give a fuck. The ripples of pleasure lapping at my womb make it worthwhile.
As Antonio reaches around to tease my clit, I let out a needy whine. He shoves two fingers inside me and curls them toward my front. Stroking my sensitive flesh, he continues to fuck my ass. His increasingly frenzied grunts and groans tell me he’s getting close.
“Come for me, Bella,” he commands.
My body shouldn’t respond to that demanding tone, but it does. As I feel Antonio’s cock swelling inside me, I’m gripped by spasms of ecstasy. My pussy clenches around his fingers. Quivering too much to hold myself, I collapse against the vanity. My limbs tremble with aftershocks from that intense climax.
Antonio twists his fist in my hair and forces my head up.
“Look at yourself, Bella. What do you see?”
I hope he doesn’t want me to answer because I don’t think I have it in me to describe the woman staring back at me from the mirror. She looks completely fucked. Her eyes are half-closed. The corners of her mouth droop, not because she’s displeased but because the muscles are too weak for her to smile. Her hair is plastered to her forehead in a sticky mess. This is a woman who’s been taken to heaven and then dropped back down to Earth.
“What do you see?” When I catch my breath, I throw Antonio’s question back at him.
“I see a woman who’s been thoroughly claimed.” Using his grip on my hair, he spins me around. He untangles his fingers and strokes my cheek. “I see my woman, my wife. Mine.”
Though his words aren’t exactly a declaration of love, warmth spreads through me. Antonio’s possessive tone, coupled with the pride reflected in his eyes, tells me he values my presence in his life.
For several endless seconds, we stare at each other, the air between us becoming charged once more. Without meaning to, I sway closer to Antonio. He shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, putting a stop to another bout of sex before it can begin. He grabs my hand and leads me across the room.
“Come on, Bella, let’s get you cleaned up.”