21. ANTONIO
Had I not been drawn to her before, I would be now. This woman is fucking sexy as hell when she's fired up. I suspected her to be a fierce creature, but right now, she's above any of my expectations.
Unfortunately, I need to curb her enthusiasm.
"This is not something to decide on a whim, Scarlet.
I know you've been hurt, and I know you're scared, and I know you want your revenge.
I swear I will protect you for the rest of your life.
But becoming a member of my family is not like joining a club where you can quit whenever you get bored with it.
" She opens her mouth to object, but I place my finger on her sensuous lips to stop her.
"There are no divorces in our families. Once you're in, you're in.
No going back. One day you will be my wife, Scarlet, but when that day comes, I want it to be by your choice, not dictated by an emotional outburst."
She nods. "I understand."
"Take some time to really think about this, Scarlet."
"What would I have to do?"
A grin curves my lips, and my cock hardens as I lean forward, brushing my lips against her ear, "Whatever I tell you to."
"Oh," the little sound escaping her lips is all it takes. I crush my lips against hers. She responds in kind, opening her mouth and nipping against my lower lip, actually nipping me. I chuckle and pick her up by her ass. Her legs move around my hips. Fucking hell, this woman is hot.
She breaks the kiss and leans forward. Her breath caresses my ear, sending jolts of desire through me. "I'm not wearing any underwear."
That does it. With a groan, I walk us back to the bed. "Are you sure you're not too sore?" I have to know. I have to know, now, before things go any further, and I can't stop myself.
"Find out for yourself," she replies huskily.
"God, Scarlet, you're driving me mad."
There is that deep chuckle again, so fucking sexy. I place her on the bed, my hand dives between her legs, and I find her… soaked, soaked for me.
I push out of my joggers while she pulls my shirt off me, then I work on hers, staring breathless at her perfect, naked body. Her heaving breasts.
"Fuck, you're hot."
She smiles and crabwalks backward on the bed, using her elbows.
A small wince betrays that she's still hurt from the cut on her shoulder.
I pull her back by her ankles and flip her over, grabbing her hips.
I move her sumptuous ass up in the air. Grabbing one cheek in each hand, I revel in her pliant flesh while a deep moan escapes her.
"Antonio," she begs.
My hands rove up her back, my jaw clenches at the sight of her bandage, but I push those thoughts away for now. The bastard will pay for this later.
Unable to help myself, I grab fistfuls of her cheeks in my hands again.
I slap one perfect globe, then rub the red spot while a deep moan escapes her.
Fuck, she’s fucking perfect. I position myself by her entrance and hope to God she is telling the truth about not being sore anymore, because I've reached the point of no return.
I push in, using what is left of my willpower to go slow, but she won't have any of that. With an anguished groan, she pushes herself up onto my dick, right to the hilt.
The sight of her riding my cock is so damn hot I nearly lose it. I grab a fistful of her brown tresses and turn her head. Leaning over, I devour her lips while she gyrates against me.
The fire inside me grows and grows, threatening to burn me completely.
I need her to come, now. I need to release inside her; otherwise, I'll go mad.
I'm already so fucking far gone that I haven’t remembered to put a condom on, either time.
Fuck. That has never happened to me before.
I've always been careful not to put little illegitimate DeLunas into this world.
But the idea of her growing round and fat with my baby inside her drives me even more insane.
With a grunt, I let go of her hair, lean back, and grab her hips. Hard. I'm probably going to leave bruises, and God help me, the idea of marking her as mine entices me even more.
Frantically, I move her hips up and down my shaft. The sensation of her tight walls fitting like a wet glove around my cock is nearly too much. Sweat rolls down in beads on my neck and forehead as I concentrate on not coming.
A low, drawn-out mewl followed by a scream, "Antonio!
" announces that she's ready. Her walls mercilessly milk my cock now, and I'm lost, so completely lost. My grip on her hips intensifies, and I'm adrift in the pleasure coursing through me.
My balls constrict as they release my seed into her.
Her body quivers underneath me, her breaths are deep and fast, and I roar as I climax.
Dizziness and the most incredible sensation of pleasure and happiness consume me as I collapse on top of her, kissing her back and panting while keeping most of my weight off her.
Her head is turned to the side, and small strands of hair blow up and down in sync with her fast breaths. Her eyes are closed, but that Mona Lisa smile is playing along her lips, increasing my already erratic heartbeat another notch. I put that smile on her lips. Me!
With a sucking sound, I pull out of her. Flipping her over once again, I arrange her so that she can rest on top of my chest. The only sounds in the room come from our gradually slowing breaths and small sighs of happiness.
I've only known her for a few days, but she’s already fully dug under my skin, and I can feel her encroaching on my heart.
A heart that has been dead for so long that I didn't think it was still capable of the smallest of emotions.
Apparently, it is, and I'm not sure if that is a curse or a blessing.
Because this little, five-foot-nothing, a hundred-pounds-soaking-wet woman is quickly becoming the number one priority in my life.