38. SCARLET
I'm finally feeling like myself again. After a long shower with my brand-new shower gel, shampoo, and the most exquisite conditioner I've ever used, I dried my hair with a fancy Dyson—a long-coveted dryer—and styled it with all the new serums and leave-in conditioners a heart could possibly desire.
Then, it was time to answer the all-important question: Which face cream should I try first?
I felt like the most pampered woman in history after I carefully applied my makeup and organized all my new toiletries inside the plethora of cabinets and drawers. They're still not full, but I have no idea what I could possibly add.
Now it's time to pick an outfit. I want to look my best when Antonio comes home. Comes home . That thought makes me hum a melody as I pick through all the new clothes. I decide on a black pencil skirt, elegant and timeless, and a silky golden blouse that highlights my brushed and curled hair.
Six-inch black and gold heels with red soles complete my look.
As I stare into the three-way mirror, I hardly recognize myself.
I would never have imagined that designer clothes would make such a difference, especially since I hadn't exactly bought Target clothing before.
But the difference stares right back at me.
I have no doubt that I could get used to this kind of life. None.
And then there's Antonio. Just the thought of him makes my heart flutter, and my pussy weeps from missing him. I close my eyes and remember his hands on me. His lips. A pulse strikes up between my legs. Familiar and achy. Aching for him .
As if on cue, I hear the front door open, and I step off the podium, excited to see him.
"What the fuck!" I hear his voice yell a few seconds later, and I teeter indecisively on the middle of the stairs.
"Why am I fucking hearing this on the news?" Antonio continues to yell.
I summon my courage and make it all the way down. I hear a few mumbled apologies and follow the sound of it and a TV until I reach Antonio's office. The door is open, and I enter.
There he stands, in all his glory. His expression is furious. His green eyes spit fire and brimstone, and my heart flutters so hard, I have to press my hand against it, fearing it might jump out.
Antonio always strikes an imposing figure, but I haven't seen him this angry before.
The tendons on his neck stand out so hard that they force him to loosen his tie.
His jacket lies discarded on one of the leather chairs, and his sleeves are rolled up, giving me a full view of the thick, roped muscles on his forearm as they flex in agitation.
Oh my.
Thoughtful, attentive Antonio usually makes my pussy wet, but this? This is hot. As in HOT! Fuck me, I'm toast, because I can feel my juices dripping. Who would have thought that an enraged man could do that to me?
"I'm sorry, boss, we—" Vito doesn't get to finish as Antonio points to the TV.
"This is NOT how I get my information," He yells.
I can't take my eyes off the man; they're glued to him, just like my feet are to the spot.
"We've been watching him, boss, this—" Igio tries.
"…is not how I get my fucking information," Antonio interrupts mercilessly.
I should care what has him so enraged, but I'm still too fascinated with the sheer manly power emanating from him to turn my head.
Both Vito and Igio are muscular men with a similar aura of power to Antonio, but right now, they seem diminished. And for some sick reason, that makes me even hornier. I've always wondered what the term alpha male really meant; now I know, and boy, is it a turn-on.
"… Judge Lambert…" and just like that, the mention of my father's name has me whipping my head. When I see the headline underneath the footage of the justice building, I let out a gasp.
Judge Lambert sequesters jury .
I'm not sure what about this has Antonio so livid, but I'm not used to seeing my father's face plastered over the news.
"Scarlet," Antonio calls out in surprise.
The other two men turn around. The look of relief on their faces nearly makes me giggle. But the throbbing in my clit stops it.
"Go, get me the fucking names. Now!" Antonio's voice is cold as ice.
"Yes, boss," Vito and Igio mumble, not meeting my eyes when they leave the room.
"God help me," Antonio mutters, pulling on his tie.
I close the door behind the two men and lock it.
"What are you doing?"
"That was the single hottest thing I've ever seen," I say, moving over to him. I take his hand, lift my skirt, and guide it to my entrance. "Do you feel how wet you just made me?"
He stares at me, incredulous. "Scarlet."
"You better finish what you started," I dare him, stepping out of my panties and holding them up. "These are one wet mess."
"Fuck, Scarlet," he pulls me against his chest, his lips pressing against mine in a punishing kiss. His hands roam my body, squeezing my ass so hard I groan.
"Scarlet, I'm angry. I can't hold back," he warns me.
"Then don't," I reply, nibbling at his throat.
"You don't know what you're asking for," he cautions.
"I have an idea." I lower myself to the ground, open his zipper and pull out his already hard-as-a-rock cock.
I swirl my tongue around his head, licking precum as it drips out and reveling in the tremor going through his thighs. His massively muscular thighs.
"Fuck, Scarlet," he picks me up by the armpits and nearly throws me on his desk. Oh… fuck is right, this is fucking hot .
Impatiently, he rips my new blouse open, tears the bra, and stares, fascinated, at my breasts. His legs move between mine while his hands push up my skirt. I spread my legs around him and anchor myself by scissoring them behind his hips.
He doesn't say a word, but his hot gaze is on me as he pushes himself inside me. All. The. Way. I see stars.
He places his hands on either side of my head and rams his body against mine. Again and again. This is nothing like the sweet lovemaking we did before. This is pure, primal sex. I'm so soaking wet that I nearly don't feel any friction as he moves in and out of me, yet he fills me to the bursting.
"Is this what you want, Scarlet? A rough fuck?"
Ah, fuck, yes . "Yes!"
My breasts move up and down in rhythm with his thrusting, and I'm so ready for him that I can feel myself coming. He moves his hands to my hips and holds me down; I have to take every thrust without being able to move with him.
"Harder," I pant.
This time, when his neck tendons strain against the confines of his shirt, it's not in anger, or maybe it is, I don't know anymore. All I know is his body thrusting punishingly in and out of me, bringing me closer to the brink with each powerful stroke.
His hands move once again, this time grasping my hips and moving me up and down his shaft.
Faster and harder, my breasts swing up and down, and my head falls back as I flirt with the cusp of the mother of all orgasms. He is basically using my body to jerk himself off now, and fuck me if that isn't the most erotic thing ever.
I feel boneless. The skin of my entire body prickles as sweet sensations shoot through me like fireworks. A scream rises in my throat, and I'm lost and unable to hold it back as intense pleasure explodes inside and fills me.
"Ah fuck, baby!" Antonio's voice barely registers with me.
I'm riding a wave of bliss that can't be real.
He freezes, and I feel his seed shoot up inside me, feel my walls clenching around his cock, and all I can do is writhe against the hard desk, panting and keening from an orgasm that leaves me mindless.