Page 46 of Masked Hearts

I nod eagerly as I look up at him with pleading eyes, but his expression is completely apathetic, as if he isn’t making a scene out of my romance books come to life.

The vibrations increase in speed, and a strangled moan leaves my lips. I drop my head to his shoulder again, grinding against the purple toy.

“Hmm, clearly you like this setting. How about one higher?”

“F-fuck, Antonio. I like that one.”

“I can tell. You’re soaking my hand through your underwear,” he says, and it sounds condescending, but also almost needy. I don’t even have time to process the embarrassment I know I should be feeling because the next thing I know, the vibrations cut to a slow, torturous pace. One that cuts my orgasm seconds before it is about to crash through me.

“Why?” I whine out.

“Oops, another setting. Clearly, you don’t like this one—but I think I do,” he says. My eyes flash to his face where a devilish smirk is plastered.

“Antonio, I need more.”

“Huh? More? More what?”

“Fuck, more anything, I was so close,” I cry, tears prickling in my eyes as desperation claws at my throat.

“If you want it so badly, then beg for it,tesoro.”

I frown, my mouth agape as I contemplate my next move. Begging is far beyond me, far beyond any level I would ever stoop to for a man, but my God, the euphoria I felt for that split second could make it all worth it.

The hand that was previously wrapped around my waist reaches down and pulls my underwear to the side, allowing the vibrator to finally meet my naked skin, but with its current pace, it does nothing more than increase my desperation.

“Please, Antonio. Please let me come.” I grab onto his shoulders and meet his eyes.

I watch as all the light leaves those pretty green balls and is replaced with the darkest gaze I’ve ever seen. It feels primal and animalistic. I almost wonder if he’s going to torture me forever, but then the vibrations kick up, and I’m left whimpering into his chest.

“You sound so pretty when you’re a whimpering mess, and even prettier when you beg. Come for me,tesoro.”

I’m so close, that earlier feeling of pure bliss slowly pulsing through my veins, and his words just add to the euphoric feeling. But I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t offer just the slightest bit of sass back.

“Say please,” I say against his neck as I suck down on the skin gently. I’m worried he may strip my pleasure away from me entirely, but he surprises me as his next works leave his lips in a whisper.

“Please come for me, Theá.”

That’s when every ounce of pleasure that has built up suddenly comes crashing over me in a warm wave. Antonio Vitale surrounds me at that moment, not only physically, but his clean scent of lavender and jasmine invades my senses, completely overthrowing my common sense.

“You always listen so well, pretty girl.” he praises me as he rubs small circles into my waist, allowing me to return back to the land of the living.

“I have to go,” he says after a few minutes.

“What?” I raise my head.

“I just came back to get my charger, not to give you a sex-ed lesson.” He smirks as he slowly lowers me until I’m sitting on the bed.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.” He kisses the top of my head. “You may want to take it easy until then.”

He walks to the door before stopping and turning to face me. “Theresa?” I look up and meet his eyes. “If I find you snooping again, I promise I won’t be as gentle.” Then he walks out.

Gentle? That wasgentle? My legs feel like jelly, and I wonder if I’ll even be able to stand after this.

If this was gentle, what would his rough look like? I bite my lip at the thought and flop back on his bed.

The shrill ring of my phone cuts through the air, and I’m ripped from my little euphoric bubble.

“Bonjour, mon frère,” I answer the call.

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