Page 42 of Solace
“You should go to your bed and rest.”
“I was resting Layla, until Carlo told me you said no to visiting me.”
“I’m sorry, but Denise…”
“Fuck that,” he tempered. “I am not listening to those excuses. I will have personal words with her to get her off your back. Now please…come to my room.” He stands. He walked to the door holding his side injury and opened it. He glanced back at me waiting for me to make a move. I took hold of my cleaning basket.
“Leave it…”
Gawping at him.
“Carlo, can you sort out her basket?” he commanded him.
“Of course, boss,” I heard coming from the other side of the door.
He turned back to me. I licked my lips feeling my heart skipping to the dozen, reminding myself of Monica’s cruel words. It was obvious the woman was jealous. I craved to tell Antonio only fearing the repercussions. I prayed she wasn’t in the house right now as otherwise; she would see me with him. Only this wasn’t my fault.
Did I argue with a sick man?
Or did I leave it until he was better?
My head was a whirlwind, not knowing what to do.
I ambled towards him as he stepped out of the room, he moved to the side, wanting me to take the lead. I glanced across the hallway to see Monica hitching her brows, a scowl so powerful it was close to paralyzing me. I tried not to look at her but carried onto the curved staircase. I went up, and each step felt like the last. I could feel her eyes stabbing me in the back, I wish I could say something.
Scratching the top of my head when we arrived in his bedroom, he opened the door. I didn’t look at him as I knew in my heart I would melt right back into his arms.
Standing on the opposite side of the bed, when I turned to see Antonio stripping off his shorts. He ambled in pain towards me. I stepped back, admiring his body, not wishing to stare him in the eyes.
I kept taking small steps backwards until I hit the wall, damn why did this happen? He stood before me, I remained looking at his chest. His finger found its way under my chin, he tilted my head back until our eyes met.
“What has happened?”
I gulped. “Nothing,” I whispered.
“That’s a lie I can tell by your eyes let alone your body. It’s cold, I sense the tension. What has happened?”
“Nothing,” I swallowed.
He moved nearer invading my space. In slow motion he brought his lips to mine, coating them, tapping gently and seductively, I didn’t respond hearing the Monica’s words again. He kissed me again, pressing lightly, featherlike until sweeping his tongue over them, sending explosions down to my pussy. Our bodies pressed together, grinding my body to his hardness. I had to stop this and fast before I sunk into deep trouble.
His lips were to mine. “I want you.”
I moaned against his mouth, he had no idea how much I craved for him. His hand rested on my right breast adding a soft squeeze.
“I bet your nipples are erect,” he tantalisingly said, between kisses.
I was smouldering under his hypnotic presence, the heat that generated from him made me hot and horny. I was willing and ready to give myself to the devil who was my prince.
He kissed me with small taps, as his hand caressed my boob. Without warning, he pulled the top of my dress down to find my bra bared to his eye.
He kissed my lips again, before moving his head to my left ear and in a manly seductive voice he said, “I want to taste you.”
Holy shit. I was sinking and losing the will to even manage to stand up straight.
“Please Antonio,” I whispered under his seductive blow and kisses around my ear, before gripping the lobe and adding a pull.
“Please what?”