Page 17 of Solace

“I need to get to work,” I explained to him again.

“So go,” he told me but made no effort to move.

I swallowed and realised that he had deliberately trapped me, he moved closer so that we were face to face, we were so close that I felt his warmth envelope me, slowly he turned his face to my left ear and whispered.

“Did you like what you saw earlier?” he whispered huskily.

“No,” I quickly replied trying not to choke on my own spit.

“Were you jealous?” he asked as he faced me.

“N… n… no...”

“Why do I, for the first-time sense that you’re lying to me?”

I tried to move my head back as he slowly brought his lips close to mine, and held my breath he gently kissed me. I just froze, there was no way I reciprocate, for God's sake he was my family’s enemy. But he didn’t give up, he pressed his lips against mine again and I became frozen to the spot, it wasn’t to happen, no matter how much I wanted it, he tried a third time and got the same response.

“You’re one tough cookie, aren’t you?”

“I’m not easy like your… well… your other women who you associate with,” I stuttered.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t put you in the same category as them, might I make one suggestion though?

“Of course.”

“You need to do your bra up… you don’t want to distract the men around this house, especially me.”

I gulped and tried to look him in the eyes, it was so hard not to give in and break my resolve, even if my pulse drummed and I was extremely turned on. Antonio finally stepped away and I ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, then rearranged my bra, making sure that my breasts were covered. I was panicking, I never realised that I was revealing myself to him, he was just so infuriating. I stood still for a few minutes trying to compose myself, I had no idea what he was trying to do, but one thing was for sure, my body longed for his touch. For God's sake why was I reacting like that, this man was the enemy, he was after my family, wanting revenge and our blood smeared all over his hands, and here I was wanting him to throw me on the bed and have his way with me. I should’ve been running away and not allowing him to affect me in anyway.

I quickly checked my appearance in the mirror, my skin was flushed and panties wet. Maybe, it was a good idea to offer myself to him, to seek the opportunity before he found out who I was and killed me. I should’ve given in and had him fuck me into next week. Witnessing him with Monica earlier made me wish that I just got down on my knees and give him a mind-blowing blow job, one that he would never forget. I could tell that he was still aroused, the outline of his dick showed through his trousers, I knew it was long, thick, and damn well appetizing from earlier. I wondered if his tip was dripping with precum when he was so close to me.

Fuck, I really needed to stop thinking about him, my panties were wet enough.

I quickly splashed some cold water on my face and then made my way out of the bathroom into the bedroom, only I found it empty.

Antonio had gone, and disappointment washed over me.

Chapter 10

ANTONIO

Iwas the fucking devil, an evil man. I don’t for a second regret what I did to Layla, only I don’t understand the attraction to her and felt I should’ve made a different approach. I never knew Monica would show up and then things just escalated. I just wanted to push Layla’s buttons and see how she reacted and of course, I got exactly what I wanted, she was stone-cold jealous and turned on. I saw it in her eyes, unlike the other times when I had tried to get answers out of her down in the basement. Her cheeks had reddened, and she couldn’t look directly at me, she was embarrassed about the way she had reacted, and I couldn’t blame her. Monica didn’t give a shit where we were or if there was an audience, I think that she wanted to taunt Layla a little as well.

Once Layla had left the room, I stopped Monica and made her leave without even finishing. The only thought that I wanted was to see Layla, I was frustrated and needed a release but there was only one woman that I wanted to do that with. But I sensed she wasn’t going to be as easy as the other women that had thrown themselves at me. I was certain they had all held bets as to who could get to me first, how far they could get, and all eager to get a piece of me like I was some fucking trophy for them to boast about and go bitching over.

Maybe they thought that they would be the special one that got to get a ring on their finger and would lock me down. I knew that I was a well-renowned bachelor, but none of them held my attention for long. Well, at least I knew if I wanted a quick fuck all I had to do was click my fingers and they would all come running. Only now… I wasn’t interested in all of that anymore, my thoughts were filled with a certain dark-haired infiltrator. I imagined nothing more than having my hard dick pounding in and out of her, listening to her moans as my cock filled her. My hands on her hips as I forced her to take my full length to the point where she screamed out in ecstasy and had the best orgasm of her life. I’d massage her tits, caressing them, tweaking her nipples, giving her all I could to make her climax repeatedly.

I was a breast man. I loved them, they were so hot and sexy. Only these days all I saw were fakes ones. They just never had the same effect on me as the real ones did. Don’t get me wrong, they looked amazing and trust me I’ve had women of all shapes and sizes, but with Layla, hers looked fabulous and my mouth watered at wanting to have a taste. My hands were eager to grope, and my index finger and thumb were ready to clamp her nipples.

Shit, what was fucking wrong with me? I had enough to worry about catching the damn Dellucci’s instead of a woman I knew nothing about.

I went downstairs for dinner and joined my men that were sitting and talking at the table while all I thought about was Layla, and wishing that she was the one that was waitressing this evening instead so I could admire her from afar again. My cock was rock hard, and I had to have some form of solace soon before I made an exhibition of myself. I watched the men as the other girls came in and having little gropes and flirting terribly. I just didn’t want to join in, normally I would encourage them, but I just wasn’t feeling myself. The women that attended these situations were always willing and knew what they were in for, they were vetted extensively as I didn’t just allow anyone to walk through my doors. I took a deep breath, the feelings that were building about Layla were ridiculous and I had to snap the fuck out of it.

Once dinner finished, I made my way to the lounge to watch some TV, but I wasn’t paying any attention to it, instead, I was thinking of excuses to get Layla to join me.

Why the hell did I need an excuse? I was the fucking boss.

I grabbed my phone and dialled Denise.