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With that Antonio lifted me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his body when I thought of his injuries.
“Put me down, your wounds…” I cried out.
“Don’t worry about them, you’re their cure.”
He carried me to the bed and with care placed me down. “I want you so much Layla.”
Wow, that name just spilled from his mouth like an erotic pleasure. If only that was my name. I thought about all the trouble I was in and how badly I had sunk. I had to pull back I had to stop all these lies before someone got seriously hurt, including myself.
He hovered above me, pressing his lips to mine, sending shots of pleasure to my quivering pussy. His groin pressed hard to my womanhood, I was close to ripping my knickers off and allowing him to take me. I heaved a breath as he kissed me all over my face, including the tip of my Pinocchio nose.
His kisses were sporadic, moving all over the place unable to keep track. He moved down my body lifting my dress and with his hands took hold of my knickers and pulled them away. He rose from the bed lifting my feet high in the air and pressing them together to remove them. Knickers were gone and they were chucked away to the floor. He released my legs, and I allowed them to drop, parting them, and giving him a good gaze.
“Oh, you will be the death of me.”
With my feet on the edge of the bed, Antonio dropped to kneel on the floor, taking hold of my thighs and pulled me to overhang the edge. I waited. His finger skimmed my sex lips.
“Oh, you’re so wet.”
Chapter 22
ANTONIO
Thinking back to earlier and Holy hell, restrain me now before I delve into this juicy pussy and lick it to the point, she losses all self-control. She was shining like the brightest star all for me. Hot for me. Wet and eager to have me touching her with my tongue and fingers until she screamed the entire house down.
“Boss she said she’s busy and doesn’t have time,” Cecco told me.
“You’re bloody kidding me?” I growled.
I watched as Carlo and Cecco gazed at one another.
“Is she playing mind games?”
My fucking cock was rock hard and had been most of the morning waiting for her to come to my room to give me some entertainment, only she never fucking came. I sent my boys to find her and when they returned with her reply, I went ballistic. I was like a tornado about to explode, and the deluge would be a catastrophe.
Impatient I get out of the bed and hunt her down.
“Boss you should rest,” Carlo told me.
“Fuck you and don’t tell me what to do ever.” I shouted the last words.
Grabbing my shorts as I toppled a few times and Cecco stood beside me to catch me if I went.
“I’m not a fucking baby,” I yell. I don’t need babysitting, even if I am struggling and in so much pain. Ricco’s a dead man when I get near him.
Leaving the room I chased after my girl; no way was she getting away with that.
Here she was so pretty, delicate under my devil's control. I was going to steal her, make her mine, claim her as my possession. I didn’t care what her past was, all I care about is the future and what I could offer her. I know I’m falling, and my father would kick my fucking ass, but do I care?
Of course, I did because Layla was all I had.
She was the only person who managed to save me. She had no idea how I deeply thought of her as Ricco stood above me holding the gun to my head. Layla was my light. My energy. My power. My strength and no matter what people thought she was my princess and here locked away with me she would stay.
Tracing my finger along her clit, teasing her as she wiggled. I heard her gasp, music to my ears. I glided my finger up and down. I opened her folds to gaze at her perfect pinkie, I licked my lips eager to get in there and lick her until her mind and body moulded to mine. I wanted us in the most erotic rhythm sharing the hottest pleasures. I was her side and no matter what happened our bodies would work in sink like a paradox.
I flicked my fingers up and down. She wiggled; aware she was under my control.
In a motion, I moved closer resting my tongue on her slit. I brushed up as she called out in pleasure.
