Page 23 of His to Hold

“So Gallo was blackmailing you?”

“Yes.”

Antonio shakes his head in disbelief. “Why didn’t you come to me?”

I hesitate a moment too long as I try to come up with an excuse. Antonio shoves the vibrator back into my drenched channel and fucks me with it, his pace teasing and slow. It’s pure sensual torture. My body climbs back toward the peak but this won’t take me there. Antonio is deliberately holding my release just out of reach.

“If you want to come, answer the question.”

I whimper as my clit throbs. “I was afraid, and I didn’t want you to think badly of me.”

“So you let them in to kill me instead?”

“No,” I cry out as the pressure inside me grows more and more intense. “Joey swore he only wanted to talk to you. He couldn’t get near you with Leo or Dante shadowing you all the time, so he came to me. He promised no one would get hurt.”

Antonio slides the silicone shaft out of me. I groan in disappointment.

“Fuck, Isabella. I can’t believe you fell for Gallo’s bullshit.”

In hindsight, neither can I. Though I didn’t know Joey Gallo well, I should have realized he couldn’t be trusted.

“I wasn’t thinking straight. I thought it would help bring peace with the Bianchis.” The words stream out of me. “Please, Antonio, let me come. I’m begging you.”

He grins darkly and gets to his feet. I think he’s going to leave me to stew, but he unfastens his pants and pushes them down his legs. His cock is fully erect. I guess he enjoyed driving me to distraction.

Though the blatant desire in his eyes tells me he’s eager to get inside me, he takes the time to flip me over and arrange me on my knees. With my arms stretched up above my head and my cheek pressed to the mattress, it’s a pose of supplication.

As soon as I’m in the position he wants, Antonio climbs onto the bed behind me and impales me on his cock. I cry out as my sensitized body welcomes him in. It takes only three thrusts for the first orgasm to seize hold of me. Violent spasms twist my womb as my pussy grips Antonio tightly.

“Who owns you, Bella?” Antonio demands as his hand slips between my legs and his fingers pinch my clit. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“Damn right it does.”

He drives his rock-hard cock into me repeatedly until another climax hits me. This one coincides with his own. My heart pounds and I tug at the shackles binding me to the bed.

“Fuck, Bella!” Antonio calls out as we come together, our bodies perfectly in tune.

Shuddering as the pleasure slowly dissipates, I struggle for breath. Antonio recovers faster than I do. He unbuckles the fastenings on my cuffs to release my wrists. Then he rolls me onto my back. I look up at him and scowl.

“What’s the matter?” Antonio’s tone betrays his concern. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m just mad you don’t have a single hair out of place.”

My grumble makes Antonio throw back his head and laugh. “Don’t worry, Bella, I’m disheveled on the inside.”

He gets up off the bed, pulls his pants up, and puts his shoes back on. “Go have a shower and get dressed. Wear something nice. I’ll take you to lunch.”

He turns and strides toward the door. I purse my lips as I realize the bastard didn’t even crinkle his shirt when he fucked me senseless.

“Oh, and leave the plug in. I’ll take it out when I’m ready.”

With that, he leaves the room. I grab a pillow from the bed and toss it at the door. Asshole. He’s disheveled on the inside? The man didn’t break a sweat. I doubt the sex caused him any emotional turmoil.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I gingerly get to my feet. The plug shifts as I move and I grimace, not in pain, but with the knowledge I won’t be able to forget the thing is there. I’ll bet Antonio makes me leave it in while we go to lunch. It would be just like him to make me suffer. This is going to be a challenge.

CHAPTER 9

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