Page 82 of Masked Hearts

Chapter twenty-nine

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Mybackmeetsthecold wall of the elevator as Antonio presses me against it, his mouth firmly against mine, moving perfectly in sync as he consumes me. Air feels overrated as I run my fingers into his curls, pulling him further into me. I’d never need air again if he kissed me like this forever.

In one swift movement, he has me in his arms. My thighs wrap around his waist, and much like in the stairwell, I can feel how hard he is as he grinds into my core.

He carries me into the apartment and places me on the kitchen counter, pulling me right to the edge as his mouth continues its sweet torture.

I still haven’t completely processed everything that happened tonight, but it’s as if all logic leaves my brain when I’m in his presence. Especially when he’s whispering all the filthy things he wants to do to me in my ear.

It’s as if he has a split personality: one minute he could be whispering the sweetest things and acting shy, and the next it’s as if when the blood rushes to his cock, all he can think about is pleasure, both his own and mine.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since I saw you in this dress,” he says against my lips as his long fingers push the fabric up higher and higher.

“Really? Because it seems like the thought only occurred after you saw me with Enzo,” I push, eager to see a glimpse of his jealous side again.

He bites onto my bottom lip and pulls back until his eyes can meet mine before he releases it. The pain in my lip has me whimpering as I look up at him.

“I never want to hear you say his name again.” He places his hands on either side of my thighs caging me onto the counter.

“What do you mean?” I wanted it to come out filled with attitude, but it barely comes out as a whisper, as if my body knows exactly who’s in charge right now.

“Exactly what I said. I don’t care who he is to your father, you won’t even look in his direction again.”

“Why?”

“Because I have enough blood on my hands without me needing to kill a man for looking at you the way he did tonight.”

With that, his hand wraps around my throat, pulling me in so that our lips crash together. He gives me no time to process his words as his other hand reaches between my legs and starts rubbing me through my underwear.

“Oh God.”

His lips trail down my neck, sucking harshly. So harshly I know they’re going to leave marks. It’s wet and sloppy, but it’s euphoric. The skilful way in which he moves leaves me almost breathless.

“God’s not the one giving you all of this pleasure. Saymyname,” he growls, biting down on the sensitive part of my neck as his hands move to undo the zipper on the back of my dress.

“W-wait.” I push his reluctant frame off of me and he stares at me; hair a mess, lips swollen, looking completely dishevelled. “I want to do something for you.”

The sexiest smirk makes its way onto his face. “Do you now…”

I have no words under the heat of his gaze, so all I can bring myself to do is nod.

“Well,tesoro,you should’ve just said that,” he says, stepping back slightly.

The air around me is cold without his presence, but the heat from his stare is enough to have me clenching my thighs. His eyes shift at my movement and the smirk is immediately back on his lips, even though he makes a horrible attempt at hiding it.

He stands so confidently, hands in his pockets, as if we were just having the most casual conversation.

“Well,” he raises a brow, “I don’t bite.”

“Yes, you do,” I say as I slip off the counter, the spot on my neck still tingling at the thought.

“Okay, maybe I lied.” He shrugs it off. “Just a little white lie.”

I sink onto my knees in front of him, resting my palms on his thighs. The humour of his tone is gone in a second as he takes in my position.

“I don’t think liars deserve blowjobs,” I say, looking up at him.

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