Page 27 of Claimed By Him

“Fuck yes!” he growled out and shoved himself so deep into me that I felt it to my core. My climax gave one final burst, and I sighed shakily, feeling my body tremble while he seized up and froze against me.

We lay tangled in each other for a few long moments, letting our bodies calm down, and build new energy. I could feel his dick still throbbing inside of me while he caught his breath with his head against mine.

“Fuck, Fiona…” he sighed the words out, then opened his eyes, and lifted his head. “I never expected this.”

My chest was heaving with each breath I took, and I chuckled. “Me neither.”

He planted one last, lingering kiss against my lips, then carefully pulled out of me and got up to remove the condom and throw it out. I straightened my legs, stretching them out, and feeling pain shoot through my body. It was a delicious kind of pain, though.

Tony grabbed his boxer briefs and slid them on, then sat down next to me, and leaned with his arm on the other side of my body. His eyes locked onto my tits.

“Did you enjoy that, baby?” He drew his eyes up to search mine.

I nodded, biting my lip, and taking this chance to run my hand up his arm, over his shoulder. I then caressed his jaw, running my thumb across his cheek. “More than you know, Tony.”

“Good.” He nodded and broke eye contact. “Cause, ah… it’s not going to happen again.”

“Wait, what?” I pushed myself up onto my elbows. “Why?”

He pulled his arm back and gave me space to sit up, still not looking at me.

“Fiona, that was literally a dream come true. Trust me.” He looked at me for one full second, then back down at his hand. “But that’s all it is. A dream. It can’t be a reality for us.”

My heart started to race again, for a whole new reason now. “But—” I stopped myself. I had no reason to disagree with him. My life and my destined arranged marriage came back to me suddenly, and my eyes darted around in confusion.

“Look… I brought you up here for one thing… and that was it. You wanted to lose your virginity to me, and now you have.”

I felt emotion claw at my throat, closing it, and clamping around my heart.

“Antonio will kill both of us if he finds out.” Tony shook his head and stood up, reached for my thong, and gave it to me. “You’d better get back to him.”

He started to dress, pulling his pants up, while I stared at him and felt that emotion push tears into my eyes. The absolute horror of letting him see me cry took over me, and I made quick work of pulling my thong up my thighs, hurriedly strapping my heels on, and then stepping into my dress.

Tony, with his shirt still unbuttoned, came forward to pull my zip up for me.

“No.” I refused, holding my hand out, and keeping my head down, so he couldn’t see my watery eyes. I pulled the zip up and smoothed down my dress around my thighs. “You’re right, Tony.”

Sucking my emotions in, I straightened my back, and strode to pick up my purse, talking over my shoulder but never letting him see my face.

“This changes nothing between us. You’re still a cold-blooded asshole, no better than the rest.”

I unlocked and opened the door, then walked out, not looking back for even one second.

12

Fiona

The pool water was cool and calming as I ducked under and swam to the other side. When I popped up again, the sun warmed my face before I even opened my eyes. I grabbed onto the terracotta edge and rested my arms on the hot ceramic tiles, dropping my head to the side and kicking my legs behind me.

I felt a little numb, I had to admit. There were so many emotions toiling around inside me that I had to just quiet them all for a few minutes under the water and bring my mind back to some kind of equilibrium.

It’d been a few days since I lost my virginity to Tony, and I was only now starting to come to terms with it. He was right that it couldn’t happen again, and I knew he was, but my sensitivity to rejection flared the hell up, and I thought my heart had split into two. What we did was a moment of extreme weakness, the result of years of sexual tension, and the crushing feeling of a looming deadline as Antonio pushed for me to get married.

Oh God, but it was amazing though. I kept this thought close to my heart, knowing that no matter how much hurt I would have to endure in the future, at least I had this memory to go back to in my mind.

Tony was so amazingly passionate and tentative to my needs. He’d even said the words: “anything for you.” I didn’t know what to make of that, but at least at that moment, he made me feel incredibly special and loved. It was the best possible first time I could ever have dreamed of.

But I had to suck it up and move on.

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