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“Say it.” He thrust harder and deep down he and I both knew the answer.

“You.”

His pace increased, hitting the spot that forced stars to appear behind my eyes and my toes curled. “Say my name, tesoro.”

I whimpered, squeezing around him. “Antonio.”

“Mhm.” He slipped his hand between my thighs, playing with my clit and my arousal soaked him inside of me. “You’re so obedient when I’m deep inside of you.” He applied pressure to my clit and I moaned, the muscles in my core tightening.

I squeezed around him before letting go and allowing the high I’d been chasing, that only he could give me, to satisfy every part of my body.

With a strained whimper he came inside of me, and I rested the side of my face against the sheets, desperate to catch my breath. Oh fuck…

He pulled out and my body collapsed as I fought to keep my eyes open.

Slowly, I curled up, hugging my legs to my chest in exhaustion. I heard movement and when my eyes finally opened, I watched him step out of my bedroom before shutting the door.

My eyes burned, a tight knot forming in my throat as I blinked rapidly. You lied, used, betrayed, drugged and ran from him. Of course he hasn’t forgiven you yet.

CHAPTER 22

Nirah

I was numb with a pounding headache as I headed into the kitchen.

After last night’s drinking and Antonio… I wished I could erase all of it.

I entered the empty kitchen and poured myself a tall glass of water. I hated how thirsty alcohol made me.

I texted Kiryl that I had to run some errands, and thankfully, he responded immediately. On my way out of the kitchen I dug in my handbag for my sunglasses, because not only was the sunlight contributing to my already painful headache, but I didn’t need everyone seeing how red and tired my eyes were.

I reached the door, trying to pull it open but it was locked. With a groan I threw my head back.

I crossed the foyer and headed for the side entrance but it was locked too. The staff were usually off on a Sunday, so maybe that’s why the doors were still locked. I glanced down at my wristwatch as I headed to the back door. It was quite early, but Antonio couldn’t possibly still be asleep.

I yawned, trying to open the backdoor but it was locked as well. I pulled and pulled and hell, I even tried pushing but it didn’t budge.

Panic brew in my lower stomach but I ignored it, heading for the front door again. Maybe I’m still dreaming.

I tried again but had no luck.

“There’s my girl.”

My body stilled. Frustration buzzed in my veins as I whipped around to see the bastard eyeing me intently. “Not your girl.” I folded my arms over my chest.

One of his men, that I hadn’t officially met, was standing idly beside him and uneasiness clouded my already panicked brain

“Not my girl?” He repeated like my statement was ridiculous. His steps were slow and deliberate as he approached me. “But you were my girl last night when you were screaming my name and coming all over my c—” my hand flew to cover his mouth as my eyes widened. Then, I felt it. The motherfucker’s lips twisted into a smirk underneath my palm.

“Excuse us.” I smiled over at the man who simply nodded and excused himself.

With a firm grip on my wrist, Antonio pulled my hand down. “Where are you off to?”

I swallowed the balled up tension down my throat. “Out.”

With both hands behind his back and a steady step forward, he hummed. “It’s only 7 a.m.” He glanced down at his expensive and unnecessarily shiny wrist watch.

“You don’t own me, De Luca. So where I go at 7 a.m. is none of your goddamn business.”