It was all muscle and attitude; it kept deliberately hardening, designed to break her apart, and it was working. She heard him hiss as he continued thrusting in and out, and she hung on tighter. “Go harder!” “Careful what you wished for, Freckles.” Antonio's fingers dug into her soft behind as he pushed her weight down his length and up again. Angela's eyes snapped open. “The water is entering... this feels strange in the water...” She thought and twitched. Her muscles were trying to relax, but it was impossible. This was complete torture, and she had signed up for it. Her fingers dug deeper as the thrusts sped up. “Fuck... you are the best, Freckles.” Antonio cursed with a tight frown as his shaft kept getting sandwiched by her muscles. “I… am... happy... I am happy... I can satisfy you!” Angela cried loudly, throwing her face back. “Not yet satisfied, this is just the warm-up, Freckles, so hang on tighter,” he snorted. Angela nodded in readiness. Antonio kept thrusting in, making her butt hop on him repeatedly until a flash of the same scene crossed his mind. Diana was hanging on him, her lips on his ear. “Is that the best you can do? I told you... you are too young for this... though you have a gift of size, I have seen it lacking in many grown men.” “I am not young! We’ve been doing this for years... I am experienced now.” His sixteen-year-old self snapped angrily. “But you see, I am many years older. If you want to impress me, don't fuck like a sixteen-year-old teen!” Antonio's hands around Angela's tightened in reaction to those memories. He kept thrusting with a frown and his eyes closed; Angela was too busy with the pain to notice. Diana's voice came into his head again. “Stop lazing around and do something... you are my little horse... don't worry, don't be afraid to hurt me as much as possible with your giant cock... I love it when it hurts, and I love it hard, and the best place is in the water.” Young Antonio's eyes stared into hers. “It’s just that... I... am... afraid of water.” His cheeks were red with embarrassment, and his eyes were wet with tears. Diana touched his wet cheek. “Oh, my poor baby, but this isn't about you but me... don't you want to make me happy, my little baby horse?” He dived into the water and laid down on the floor of the pool, while she sat on him and hopped until she was out of him. Then, when she was out, she floated up. Antonio came up afterward, coughing, trying not to break down and ruin this moment. Diana kissed him, but he wasn't relaxed yet; she pulled away as he coughed lots of water out. She watched in disappointment and only started to rub his back when the security arrived to avoid any suspicion whatsoever. “Young master, are you alright?” the armed men queried with concern. “You... maid! What have you done?!” The second snapped at Diana. Antonio's blood was boiling with rage at that point. “Didn't I warn you jerks not to interfere?!” Antonio snapped angrily. “How dare you still address her as a maid after seeing us like this many times!” Diana grinned with pride. “We are truly sorry, young master.” The men bowed their faces. “Now apologize to Lady Diana!” The guards knew fully well that it was an insult to the Monteros to address a low-born maid in the mansion. As one of them glanced at the others, the fear of being handled by this new version of Antonio made their bones weak. He was the loveliest as a child, but this time… they better not underestimate his age. His aura was more fearsome than any other member of the family. They were very lucky he wasn't armed in the water. It would be a straightforward journey to meet their ancestors. “We apologize, Lady Diana, please have mercy upon your foolish subjects.” Diana arched her brows and replied, “We are busy, so get lost, both of you.” The guards exited the place as soon as their legs could carry them. Antonio bowed his face in shame. “I am sorry, Diana... I warned them earlier, those jerks.” He cursed with a frown, still coughing. “You did great. Now listen.” Antonio raised his head and met her blue eyes. “You will carry me in your arms and dive into the bigger pool there,” she instructed, pointing at the second pool meant for the older Monteros. “This time you need to do the work all by yourself, in the water.” Angela opened her eyes as she noticed Antonio walking out of the pool. She didn't question him; she only saw him heading to the second pool, which looked a lot deeper. “Anto...” Before she could call his name fully, he drew a deep breath and jumped into the pool. Angela felt her breath leave her that same minute, but Antonio was comfortable, holding her down there, thrusting in like a wild animal. Angela started struggling, hitting him and kicking in the water. She was losing her breath.