Page 21 of Stolen Wife

“I know, but I don’t care.” He cups my mound as the shower beats down on my body. His finger slips past my entrance and he strums my pearl, making me cry out. I’ve never come before. “I want to hear you come. I want you to know what I’m going to give you every chance I can. Orgasm after orgasm.” He pushes in deeper, stretching me, and it hurts but in an incredibly good way. I lean back on his chest and let him work magic on my pussy. “You’re going to come for your man, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Tell me you need it, Giada.” He growls in my ear and I come apart in his arms, experiencing my first orgasm. My body’s shaking hard against his. “God, that’s sexy. Next time, I want you facing the mirror so I can watch you as you come for me.” He pulls his fingers from me and then we wash up. His dick is hard again, but he keeps it away from me as much as he can. “Now we’re even. We have breakfast out there getting cold. And if you learn one thing from Rita, it’s that she gets pissy if you don’t eat her food when it’s ready.”

He kisses my cheek and steps out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his waist. I rinse off and he hands me one. Thankfully, he leaves me so I can pee. After five more minutes, I’m back in the bedroom with a robe around me and a towel in my hair.

We’re in the middle of eating breakfast when he says, “The doctor will be here to check on you soon.”

“You called a doctor?” Apprehension runs through me because if someone else sees me they might tell Rafael where I am.

“Yes. Well, he was there when I brought you home.” That’s some relief.

“Oh. Um. Okay.” I haven’t had a physical since before I married Rafael, and it was to make sure I was truly a virgin. Santino, I’m guessing, wants to make sure I’m clean from STDs. And I can’t blame him. Hell, it’s something I’ve worried about since being with Rafael.

“Listen. I have to run some errands. Be good and watch some movies.”

Immediately my ire’s raised. I thought he’d be different and I’m crestfallen. “Am I ever going to be let out of our room?”

“Yes. Just not yet. I don’t know if he thinks I took you. So until I’m sure, you’ll have to stay here.”

“Do you promise?”

“Would you believe me if I did promise?”

“I’m not sure.” I can’t determine the change in his expression. It’s as if he’s almost closed himself off to me, emotionally.

“Then why should I bother even saying it. Excuse me. I have to make some calls.” Did what I say upset him? Does he expect me to believe him? Should I?

“Have fun,” I remark petulantly.

“Hardly.” He gives me his own attitude spurs on more sass from me.

I toss my hair over my shoulder as I brush it. Glaring at him, I hiss, “Then don’t.”

“I like it when you’re feisty.” He smiles and then leaves. I nearly melt from that look. He’s going to turn me into a simpering fool if I’m not careful.

An hour later, Santino comes back into the room with a bag, and he’s not alone. A handsome older man enters. “Hello, Giada. You are looking better.”

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.”

“I’m Dr. Francisco Reynaldo. Please take a seat over on the bench so I can get a better look at you.” I do as he commands while Santino looks on.

The doctor takes my vitals and then brings out a needle and several vials. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I hate needles.” Tears well up in my eyes.

Santino comes to my side and holds my hand. “Look at me, okay? I promise that it won’t be that bad.” I stare into his beautiful honey-colored eyes, and I barely feel the pinch. “It’s almost over.” Santino’s thumb brushes over my cheek, easing the tension.

After everything that I’ve been through, it’s surprising that I’m afraid of needles. “There, Giada. Now, I just have one more thing for you to do.” He waves a clear cup with a blue lid. “You don’t need to fill it completely.”

“But, I have...Well, I have my period.”

“That’s fine. Start your stream and then catch a small sample.”

“Thank you.” I stand up and take the cup.

It’s awkward, knowing that they both know what I’m doing, but when I come out, Santino’s not there. “Sorry, he had a call he had to take. So I have a few personal questions that I need to ask you.”

“Go ahead.” He reads off a list of medical questions, making notations. When I peek at the file on his tablet, the name for the patient isn’t mine, but I’m guessing that’s just in case someone starts asking questions.

Santino comes back and walks the doctor out. “I’m going to take a nap,” I tell him. Suddenly with the blood taken, I’m extra tired.

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