Page 22 of His to Hold

“Fuck!” Antonio grins wickedly as he tests the gadget against his hand. “That’s pretty powerful.”

Instinctively, I snap my legs shut as he reaches for me. Antonio forces them apart again. “Do not fight me, Bella. It won’t go well for you.”

I tremble as he runs a finger along my slit. A mere touch from this man is enough to make my body tingle with awareness.

“Would you look at that?” He holds his finger, glistening with my arousal, up in front of me. “You’re already wet.”

Armed with that knowledge, he doesn’t ease the vibrator inside me. He shoves it hard, knocking the breath from my lungs. The fullness has me whimpering around my gag. It’s weird to have both holes filled at the same time. It’s uncomfortable and yet there’s an undeniable fluttering in my clit. As Antonio switches the vibrator on and holds it in place, the little silicone prongs pressed against my sensitive nub, my hips lift. I cry out around the gag and my eyes roll back.

“Look at me, Bella,” Antonio commands.

When I don’t immediately do as he says, he fists his hand in my hair and tugs my head up off the pillow. I meet the intense glare in his eye and shiver.

“Did you intend for me to die that night?”

I shake my head. He presses the vibrator deeper into me.

“Did you know they would try to kill me?”

My head thrashes violently from side to side. The intense pulsing from the vibrator is sending a tingling through the plug in my ass to bombard me with sensation. Just as I think I’m going to go over the edge, Antonio turns the vibrator off. My pussy clenches, trying to grasp the promised orgasm, but it’s too late. The waves of pleasure die down but don’t dissipate. I’m left unfulfilled.

“But you did help my enemies evade my security?”

I nod in response to Antonio’s question, one he already knew the answer to.

“You let them into our home.”

He switches the vibrator on again and the pressure inside me builds once more. My fists clench and I whine behind the ball gag. The need to come is too much. I buck furiously on the bed and Antonio pulls the silicone shaft out of me, putting an abrupt end to the promise of release.

“Tell me why.”

He unbuckles the gag and wipes my mouth with his thumb. I stretch my jaw and pout, emphasizing the fact I did not like that thing.

“Bella?”

I take a deep breath. “They had photos.”

Antonio frowns. “What photos?”

“Suggestive ones, nudes.”

I turn my head to look away, but Antonio grabs my chin in a firm grip and forces me back toward him.

“Of you?”

This is the moment to come clean, to tell him I was trying to protect his younger sister from a stupid mistake she made shortly after she turned eighteen. I can’t do that to Livvy, though. While there’s a chance Antonio might forgive me if I paint it as a youthful indiscretion on my part, he won’t go easy on Livvy.

“When were they taken?”

“Before I met you.”

He arches an eyebrow and I realize I met him when I was in middle school so that can’t be right.

“Before we were married, when I was eighteen.”

Antonio scrubs a hand over his face. “Oh, Bella.”

“I know. It was stupid of me to take the pictures and to trust that the wrong person wouldn’t get hold of them.”

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