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“How much fun was that, Antonella? Play me as a fool?” I scream, crazy to press her against the wall.Opening and closing my hands, I walk back and forth, yearning for a control I don’t have.
“Marcos...”
“Marcos what?Don’t you dare! Don’t, because nothing that comes out of your mouth is true!” I accuse, breathing heavily and shaking my head to one side and to the other. “You’re a fucking actress and I’m a son of a bitch, an idiot! Fucking liar! Is Isabella really your daughter, Antonella? Or is she part of this whole show of yours?” I throw out the last words even though I know the question doesn’t make any sense, not after the events that brought us exactly where we are tonight.
However, I don’t care.All I want is for her to feel as destabilized as I do, I want her to feel used, deceived, and in the absence of that possibility, I use the only weapon I have.
Delivering me a reaction that doesn’t even come close to what I need, Antonella gasps, having the bald face to feel offended.Her body grows, her gaze rises, and she walks toward me with an austere stance that finally matches her eyes, making me wonder how I could have been such an idiot.I laugh because there you are, there’s the fucking woman who can’t give me peace even when I find out she’s been deceiving me the whole time since I met her.
“Don’t you dare!” she shouts with a raised finger. “Don’t you dare bring my daughter into this conversation, because she has nothing to do with your arrogance!”
“Oh, so the problem isn’t your lies? Is it my arrogance?” I ask, laughing at her bald face. “Your cynicism is unbelievable!”
“And so is your arrogance!”
“Brazen!” I accuse, taking a step towards her.
“Asshole!” she replies, walking one step to me. I deny with my head the boldness of this woman.
“Liar!” One more step, and now all that separates us is one more.
“Presumptuous!” she shouts, completely eliminating the distance that separated us.We breathe panting.Our eyes wage an endless battle in the space of a second, and then my hands, arms, and mouth are on her.
The kiss.The fucking kiss that hasn’t given me peace since the first time I tasted that mouth weeks ago.It’s not how I remembered it, it’s better, much better.Antonella is not surrendered, she is demanding, her tongue dances in my mouth, presenting her own show, demonstrating her own desires and leaving no room for me to do anything but attend to them.
I grab her body tightly, delighting in her curves, and again, with her mouth in mine, her body in mine, with her presence and smell flooding every bit of me, there is no room left in my mind for anything other than my desire forElla.And tonight, she’s not going to fucking run away from me!
“Ask!” she orders, still with her mouth on mine. “If you want to fuck me, Marcos, ASK!” Her eyes sparkle with desire and provocation, her nails crawl down the back of my neck, scratching, leaving a tasty burning, and her panting breath blows over my lips and chin.
“No fucking way!” I growl, between teeth, before biting her lower lip hard and pulling it at me.The slut rubs against my body and moans, enjoying the brutality. Damn!
“So, I’m sorry for you...” she murmurs in the naughty tone that deceived me for weeks and blinks her eyes, staging the shy, fucking idiot girl again, that’s what I was! “For both of us, actually,” she comments as if she didn’t give a damn about the uncontrolled desire that surrounds us.She pulls her lips away from mine and rehearse moving her body away too.
“Antonella, don’t test me!” I say, between teeth, squeezing my arms tighter around her body, and her eyes meet mine, challenging me.
“Or what?” She teases and slowly runs her tongue over her lips. “If you want to fuck me, Marcos, you’re going to have to ask me...” Brings her mouth close to my ear and stick her teeth hard in the lobe of my ear, damn it!I swallow the groan that rises up my throat, refusing to give her that pleasure. “Because, in case you forgot, it was your fucking arrogance that put into our marriage contract that sexual interactions would only happen after verbal expression of both parties’ consent.Your stupid arrogance thought I’d beg you to fuck me...” She clicks her tongue, bring her eyes back to mine and move her head to the sides. “That’s not gonna happen, Marcos.If anyone’s gonna beg here, it’s you... Beg!” The smile on her mouth is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her give.She drives me crazy without ever stopping smiling.
“If I stick my hand in your panties now, Antonella, won’t I find you wet?” I growl in her mouth, pissed that I’m feeling consumed, while she continues to own every one of her words and provocations.
“You will...” She drags every letter of the word and touch the tip of my tongue to my lips. “If you stuck your hand in my panties, you would find me all wet, drooling over your cock, crazy to feel you fuck me hard, fast...” she pauses, letting me imagine each of the images she just painted in my mind with dragged words “, crazy to shout your name when you made me come again and again...” another pause and she snaps her tongue once more, disinterested “, but you will not stick your hand in my panties, husband...” She picks the words with care to drive me crazy and says the last one slowly, savoring it and hating every second, I hear her eyes tell me. “Only if you ask, Marcos! Ask!Ask to fuck me!” she orders and, like a fucking puppet that has the threads manipulated by her lips, I obey.
“Let me fuck you, Antonella?” Her smile becomes immense, indecent, as I dance to her music. “Let me suck your whole body, slap your ass and then lick it? Let me enjoy your tits and come in your pussy? Will you let me fucking do it?” I say, between teeth, feeling closer to the limit with each word spoken, she remains silent for several seconds, torturing me, and finally replies.
“Yes!”
Marcos doesn’t wait another second, his mouth devours mine the instant the last syllable of the permission sounds, and I fucking love it! Finally.
I spread my hands on the back of his neck, pulling him to me, kissing him with lips, teeth and tongue, feeling and enjoying his taste that has tormented me for weeks, for what I have already had of him, for what I wanted to have and yet I have been denying myself.The taste that had been tormenting me for the fucking impossibility.And now, in the blink of an eye, it’s nothing but smoke.
His hands seek the closure of the dress with desperation.Mine have the same urgency to tear off his jacket, leaving the task of one undressing the other much more complicated than it should be.
I throw away the dark and thick fabric, my fingers begin to undo the buttons of the shirt without even worrying about the bow tie on his neck, but before they have finished the work they did with the expertise of a master, my body is turned on its back and pressed against the wall without any delicacy.
Marcos snaps his face into the curve between my shoulder and neck and bites the stretched skin.The son of a bitch bites hard, and I moan, wiggling my ass, rubbing against his erection, eager to do much more than that.
“Are you competing for the prize of taking off clothes slower as possible, Marcos?” I tease.Her hand descends on my ass with a force that lets me feel the impact even beneath the various layers of fabric of the wedding dress.I scream, surprised and delighted by the rude touch.
After what seems like an eternity, the straps of the dress slide down my arms, the fabric accumulates in a puddle that covers me to the middle of my calves and finally Marcos touches me skin against skin.
