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He reached for me, and I jumped back. The way his expression darkened made me feel real fear for the first time in my life. “Come on, Antonio. Don’t be like that.”
“No,” I snapped. “I don’t want you to touch me, you sicko!”
He lunged for me, and I ran before he could grabbed me. I kept running and running and running. Franco didn’t follow.
When I finally made my way back home, it was hours later. Mom rushed to my side the moment I walked through the door, worried out of her mind. Franco was there as well.
Cecilia showed up and hugged me, too, as well as Emilia, who scolded me for not calling them and letting them know where I was.
The entire time, Franco just gave me a look that said things between us weren’t over.
I knew at that moment I’d have to grow so strong he could never even get thechanceto touch me.
CHAPTER13
Nina
Antonio bursts into our apartment, covered in sweat and blood.
I stand up from the couch, startled by the sight. “Antonio?”
He doesn’t answer as he walks up to me and grabs my face, pulling me in for a kiss. At first, I’m surprised. I try to pull back, but Antonio kisses me harder, and I’m powerless to stop him. I don’t want to. Being with Antonio is the only time I ever feel truly happy. I can forget about my father and sister and the horrible thing my father wants me to do.
I gasp as Antonio presses me against the side of the couch before spinning me around so my stomach is pressed into the couch. “Antonio?”
He rips down my loungewear pants and underwear and shoves his hand between my legs. “Antonio?” I ask in a gasp. He swipes his fingers along my nub, and I cry out at the contact. My body responds to him like a moth to flame. It’s instant. It’s instinctual.
Antonio kisses along my neck as he uses his other hand to grab my breast, kneading it. I moan and let myself sink into the sensations. I’m not sure why he’s acting like this. He’s been out all day, so I don’t know what he’s gotten up to. But judging by his bloody knuckles, I’m assuming nothing good.
“I need you,” he growls against my skin. He rubs my clit until I can barely breathe. “I need you now, Nina.” My arousal grows by the second.
“Ok,” I whisper, gripping the edge of the couch.
I hear him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants before I feel his erection at my entrance. My body remembers what this feels like, and my core throbs in anticipation.
Antonio grabs my hips tightly as he enters me in one thrust. I cry out as he groans, burying his head against my neck. I hold onto the couch as Antonio shows no mercy to my body. It’s a lot rougher than any of the other times we’ve had sex. It’s a little scary, knowing Antonio has this side to him. But it’s also thrilling.
I let myself get lost in it. I move my hips backward, angling so he can get deeper. We find our rhythm, becoming passionate and rough and frantic.
Antonio growls as he presses on my low back, bending me over the couch. I drop my head, letting go. Every thrust of Antonio’s hips sends his erection deeper. The roughness of it hurts slightly, but it’s also the most turned on I think I’ve ever felt.
“Oh,” I gasp out as he thrusts particularly hard into me. We’ve never had sex like this before. In this new position, he’s able to reach depths of me I didn’t know were possible. “Oh, oh!”
Antonio doesn’t say a word as he grips my hips tighter, thrusting into me with wild abandon. It’s like he’s not fully in control of his body. I’m desperate to know what happened tonight. What prompted him to act like this.
My hands press down onto the couch cushion as Antonio increases his speed. His erection touches that sweet spot within me, and I cry out every time. I can feel my orgasm getting closer and closer.
Antonio jerks out of me so unexpectantly, I almost fall over. But then he whirls me around and sets me on the armrest of the couch. He opens my legs and enters me all over again. Instantly, I come.
I hold onto his neck as my orgasm washes over me. Antonio’s eyes are filled with lust, which only spurs on my release. He growls as he thrusts into me, grabbing my legs higher around his waist. I drop my head back, unable to keep myself upright.
With another growl, Antonio comes next, filling me up. My legs clamp around his waist. He brings our lips together in a sloppy, tired kiss. We’re both covered in sweat.
After holding me for a moment, Antonio lets me go. I lay down on the couch, too spent to move. He rights his pants, then comes over and lies down beside me, scooping me into his arms. I pull my pants back up and snuggle into him.
“Wow,” I say after a moment of silence. “Where did that come from?”
“I just needed you,” he says, sounding a lot more like himself. “I got into a fight with Killian tonight. It wasn’t fun.”
