21. Antonio
Chapter twenty-one
Antonio
M ischief flashes through her eyes just as the doors of the elevator open up.
“Remember you asked for this, tesoro ,” I say next to her ear as I swoop her up and throw her over my shoulder.
She gasps and lets out squeals the entire way up the stairs towards my bedroom. Never in a million years did I think I’d be getting fake married, but even more so I never thought I’d be rock hard, practically aching to fuck my fake wife.
I toss Theá onto the bed, and she stares up at me with wide, innocent doe eyes. “Don’t move,” I say.
I reach into the pocket of my trousers and pull out the pair of panties she had on earlier tonight. “These are mine now,” I mumble, more to myself than her before walking over to my cupboard and dropping them into the same drawer my underwear is in. Slowly, I unclasp my watch, placing it on the dressing table along with my glasses.
“If you’re going to take this long, at least toss the vibrator over here.”
A smirk creeps onto my lips at her impatience. Theá may be smart-mouthed and stubborn, but it’s never been more clear just how needy she is for my touch. At least right now, anyway.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I comment as I turn to face her again.
She barely gives me enough time to walk over to her before she’s on her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing me back into her intoxicating air.
“ Cazzo, tesoro, ” I mumble as I grab the back of her neck, attaching my lips to hers.
It’s like I’m a teenager again, like I’ve never touched a woman before.
All my hands want to do is touch every inch of her body. To grab and possess her like she’s mine.
The small metal ball on the centre of her tongue meets the warm flesh of my neck as she licks a long stripe up the sensitive area. I stifle back the whimper that wants to leave my lips.
“Hmm, I like those little noises you make,” she says, and I shudder at the way the compliment makes me feel. “Can you please not hold them back, Antonio?” she asks as her hand lands on the outside of my pants.
The groan that leaves my lips is involuntary, but it’s exactly what she wants. The combination of the her saying my name and the innocent way she is touching me ramps up the heat in the room.
Suddenly, it feels as if I’m possessed by need, my movements are fast and fluid as I practically rip the buttons off my shirt as I rush to get it off along with her dress.
That is my fucking vice because as it falls to the floor and I get the first full look at her naked figure, I’m ready to fall to my knees at her beauty.
“You are beyond gorgeous, Theresa,” I say as I move closer, forcing her backwards till the back of her knees meet the bed.
She falls back on her ass, sitting and looking up at me. Her big brown eyes take in my shirtless figure. “What happened here?” She points at the scar on my chest, her finger exactly an inch from my skin, and I’m taken back by the sudden change in pace.
My eyes watch as she takes in the scar. I've seen her stare at it a few times around the house, but this is the first time she’s decided to ask about it.
“I was born with a small hole in my heart that the doctors hoped would close by itself. But around my fourth birthday, I think they realised it wasn’t going to, so I had to have open heart surgery to repair it. It took me almost an entire day to wake up and all I remember is Ambrose next to my bed praying when I woke up.” I smirk at the memory. “One of the few times I’ve seen him beg for anything.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh my word. How’s your heart now?” She opens her hand, and her palm meets my scar. A gasp leaves my lips and she flinches, pulling her hand away.
I snatch it back before she can get too far and place it right back where it was. It feels like she’s reached into my chest, past my little fucked up heart and straight into my soul. It’s a touch in a place I’ve craved so much, in a place so many people avoid, yet she reached for it without hesitation.
“Better than it’s been in a long time, there’s just a crazy scar left behind. At least it looks cool with the spider,” I try to joke, but my brain is short-circuiting as it tries to process all the tingles running through me.
She’s touched me nearly everywhere tonight, but it’s strange to know that this spot, right here, is the most sensitive of them all.
“Who’s bright idea was that?” she asks with a smile that I can see doesn’t reach her eyes as they linger on the scar.
“It was Adriano’s.”
“What’s the story behind that? Do you all have a spider tattoo? I saw Ambrose's hand.”
“Yeah, we got them when I turned twenty-one.”
“Do you all have it for the same reason?”
“Yes and no. Our general reason was transformation because spiders moult and shed their skin, so we got them to symbolise growth and change. But I’m pretty sure we all have individual reasons as well.”
“What’s yours?”
“Balance and harmony. A spider has to maintain perfect balance either hanging upside down like mine or on its web, and I guess it’s just a reminder that I need to find balance.”
“Do you think you have?”
“No, but I’m working on it.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist. “No one’s ever touched me here, not like this.”
She runs a single finger along the scar, her nail lightly grazing it and I shiver. Then she decides to completely fuck with my head and places her lips on the scar and kisses it. “You are perfect.”
“I told you,” I joke, and she rolls her eyes.
She lays down again, staring at the ceiling. “What exactly are you wanting tonight, Theresa?” My tone turns serious. I need to know exactly what I’m getting myself into tonight with her. I’ve already gone far beyond all the mental boundaries I set between us tonight, especially with spitting into her mouth. It felt right at the moment, but regret has been swirling in my head ever since, worried that I may have crossed a line with her.
I have crossed a line because being involved sexually with her was never part of the plan. But deep down, I know I tend to misread situations and over-invest before I know the depth I’m getting myself into. Much like the Valerie situation.
I can’t have that happen again, so no matter how much I may want certain things, I need to be sure of exactly what she wants.
“Everything,” she sits up hurriedly and comes to stand in front of me on her knees, placing both her hands on my shoulders.
I grab both of her wrists in my one hand, stilling her movements. “I need you to spell it out for me, tesoro .”
Her cheeks tint darker and her eyes drop from mine. My darling wife never struggles to hold my eye contact except for when she is embarrassed, so it’s clear to see she’s a bit nervous about whatever she is going to say.
I tilt her chin up, so she’s forced to look me in the eye when she makes whatever request she’s about to make. Because chances are I couldn’t deny her anything, even if I wanted to.
“I want to have sex with you. Everything, Antonio.”
I swallow down the nerves that have suddenly clawed their way up and started strangling me. “I need you to be 100% honest with me, Theá. Are you still a virgin?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, you’ll get your bloody sheets to show off as proof.” She chuckles, but I cringe at just how harsh my earlier words sound now that they are leaving her lips.
“I’m not joking right now Theá.” My eyes pour into hers as I lower her arms from around my shoulders.
Her expression morphs as she tries to take in what’s going on. “Yes, I am a virgin. What’s the problem? I thought you knew this.”
“I needed to hear you say it.” I back away from her and turn towards the bathroom.
“Wait, where are you going? Is this because you said I’ll have to beg for it? Cause I’ll get on my knees right now and do it.”
“No.” I spin around, holding a hand up as she’s about the get off the bed.
“I’m not going to sleep with you no matter how much you beg me. Not tonight, anyway.” I sigh and head into my ensuite, locking the door behind me.
I hit my head against the hard surface of the door.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I have her in the palm of my hands, ready to beg me to fuck her. That would be any man’s dream. But why do I have to go and fuck this all up by caring?
At the start of tonight, I thought it would be easy to just do sexual things together and not feel a thing for her, but I was wrong. So incredibly wrong.
The way she held onto me, her laughs, the way she whispered in my ear. Everything. It all feels too real, too natural. And knowing my brain, it’s going to be too much. Sinking into her will send me spiralling right to where I can’t be. To a place of no return where I will inevitably end up caring for Theá far beyond our prearranged agreement.
To the point of needing her far beyond sexual desires.
I made that mistake with Valerie without even being involved with each other sexually, so I can only imagine that if I feel this way with Theá how much worse it could get.
“ Cazzo ,” I whisper, rubbing my palms into my eyes. I’m still rock hard and all I want is to bury myself into her warm cunt.
Without a second thought, I turn on the shower to its coldest setting and step in. It didn’t work that first night when Theá was pressed up against me in the library at the manor, but I’ll foolishly believe that tonight it will.