“It’s a no, I suppose,” Angela murmured as Antonio exhaled a puff of smoke. “What do you think I am? You’ve been on my mind constantly. I can’t think about anything except being with you. Yes, I fantasize about you.”
He paused, meeting her eyes with a mischievous grin. “Have you done it five times? I’ve lost count myself… every minute… every second… I’m such a pervert, always feeling horny.”
Angela wasn’t sure how to react—whether to find it off-putting. Strangely, she felt relieved she wasn’t alone in this, her cheeks flushing inexplicably.
“Tell me about your parents,” she suddenly asked. Antonio looked down at her with his eyes barely open. “That’s a specific question.” “What were they like?” Angela pressed.
He reclined on her thighs, crossing his legs with a frown. “I’m not sure. I was only two when they died under mysterious circumstances. I was then raised by my father’s cousin since there was no Montero heir to care for me. I inherited this penthouse and a beach resort in Miami. The Montero family’s wealth worldwide is essentially mine. If needed, I could take control of it all whenever I want.”
From his expressions and body language, Angela could tell he disliked discussing his family. She also frowned at him referring to Damon as a step-brother when he was actually a cousin. She realized she shouldn’t have asked. “I’m sorry about your parents,” she said softly.
Antonio glanced at her long face. “It’s fine, I don’t need them anymore. I have you… for the first time in my life, I feel like I have someone I can rely on, someone for me, you know…” Angela’s heart skipped a beat.
“What about Diana?” she wondered internally and asked. Suddenly, Antonio looked up at her, his gaze making her heart melt. Angela thought he had the most flirtatious look she had ever seen, his hazel eyes and long lashes captivating.
“I really want to be with you,” Antonio said huskily, breaking her thoughts. “I’m so horny… can we set the conversation aside?” Angela had many questions about Diana, but since he said they’d discuss it later, she decided to wait and not spoil the moment.
“I promise to answer all your questions, but for now… we need to focus on the passion between us.” He sat up and began to undress, removing his shirt and pants with an aggressive motion, kicking them off his feet before standing before her, unabashedly displaying his erection.
Angela swallowed at the striking sight, eager to have him inside her. She began to undress herself, removing her clothes and presenting her semi-naked body. Antonio couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment.
“I doubt there’s another woman who can arouse me just by looking at her body,” he commented. “Why would you think that? Am I not enough?” she replied with a pout.
His heart skipped at her words; he hadn’t meant it that way. “Of course, you are. I just wanted to show how much you affect me. I’ve been with many women, and none have had such an impact on me. I’m afraid I desire you too much. Also, I hope I won’t hurt you because of how I feel, I will never hurt you again.” He looked at her, his eyes genuinely human. Angela felt chills down her spine—could she really trust him?
“Angel, you really don’t know what you mean to me, do you?” “Angel?” she chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood.
Antonio grinned, walked towards her, and climbed onto the bed, his hands creating a frame around her sides. She watched his face come close to hers. She bit her lower lip seductively as her gaze met his, realizing once again how beautiful he was. His lips were the most beautiful she had ever seen—hard, full, perfectly curved, yet sensual, exuding a tempting quality that made it impossible not to want to feel them. His hazel eyes remained as enchanting as always, and she felt herself losing herself in their deep color.
"I want to make you a happy wife, Angel," his voice said gently, as if he were pleading with her. She looked up at him searchingly and saw nothing but sincerity and purity in his eyes. "A happy wife? Is that a proposal?" she quickly replied, her heart racing. "You're wearing my ring," he teased her. Angela shyly turned her face away from him. Antonio smiled back at her. The moment she looked back, he met her gaze with his dark eyes, filled with pleasure. "You know what, Angel... I'm not just going to touch you this time; I won't hold back," he whispered huskily. Angela felt her stomach tighten. He sounded so serious, and her body was ready to be taken and cherished if possible. She wanted him too, more than she could ever imagine. His fingers moved up to her face, stroking her lower lips. Angela softly bit them, causing a surprised expression to cross his face, which then turned into a smile as he gently placed her lips into his mouth. He began to thrust in and out. He smirked and continued, inserting a second finger into her mouth. She made a sound that made him incredibly eager, burning with desire, but he sought to do it slowly. He pulled his fingers out, wet and sticky. From Angela's eyes, he could tell she was highly aroused. "I'm going to make sweet love to you, so I had to warn you. I might drive you crazy, Angel," he said huskily, planting kisses down her face and then settling on her nipples, teasing them. Angela made a soft sound and shivered. "Tell me, Angel... when you masturbate, where do you imagine I touch you the most?" His whisper and breath over her nipples, and how he gently nibbled them, made her feel incredibly wet between her legs. "... Antonio..." She moaned, catching her breath as his two hands caressed her breasts while sucking on them, making them hard and sensitive. "I already told you, Angel, and I'll say it again: please tell me where you imagine I touch you each time you think of me." Angela closed her eyes tightly, embarrassed. "Down there..." she murmured. "You love to be touched there, I see." "I didn't say that!" Angela snapped, hiding her flushed face. "Well, you can't hide that excitement, can you? The good thing is I love to touch you, so it's a win... Win." Angela opened her eyes and stared at him as he slid his face between her thighs. "You are ready and flowing; the scent is as intoxicating as always." Angela's heart raced. She licked her lips impatiently, feeling warm flashes all over her body. "I can see it twitching! And releasing juices." "Can you stop staring at it already! It's embarrassing, what kind of pervert are you?" She cried, feeling ashamed. "One that's obsessed with you," he replied, looking up at her with a slight smirk. Angela held her breath tightly to avoid calling out loudly. Suddenly, she shivered as his finger touched her intimate area. "Truly, I'm just fascinated, never seen it that way before, so beautiful." Angela hissed. "Stop staring at it!" "It's making me wetter!" she thought to herself. "I must have wasted your time, Angela." "That's... that's not what I meant," Angela said quietly, in denial. "I shall make it up to you then; I will do my best." "Is it really necessary? We can go straight to it, you know." Angela replied. "Is it necessary, you ask?" he flicked his tongue over her feminine lips. "Indeed it is... Angel." He replied and leaned in to embrace her passionately. Angela jerked and sobbed quietly, throwing her head back as her lower lip was bitten hard by his teeth. "Wait... that... that feels haaa!...nghhhh!" she breathed heavily. She slowly lowered her hand to caress his hair, looking down at him in tears, trying not to reach climax any sooner, but it was difficult. "I... I think..." Suddenly, her phone rang. Antonio looked up. That saddened Angela; she wanted to cry. "I never said he should stop, why can't we just ignore whoever was calling?" she mumbled sadly to herself. "Your phone, we need to turn it off. I hate distractions." Who could that be? Please don't be Damon. Angela prayed silently as he walked to the couch and picked up the phone to give it to her, then it rang again. That was the moment Angela knew her prayers were not answered when she noticed the instant change in Antonio's facial expressions. "You have a call from Damon," Antonio said dryly.