Page 48 of His Playground
“Ah, yes.” Her arms cling to me tighter.
“Tell me.”
When she doesn’t reply, I stop moving. My head comes up, my eyes connecting with hers. “Tell me,” I repeat.
“I want you to fill me up,” she says. “Please, Carlo, don’t stop.”
I smile. “Anything you want, Mrs. Bianchi.”
Antonia’s pussy clenches at the name. She likes it a lot more than she’ll admit out loud. Her body can’t lie, though. I start moving in and out again. Slower. Without taking my eyes off hers.
“I want to feel you come all over me. I want my wife to choke my cock, milk me of everything I have. Mrs. Bianchi, you’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
Her pussy gushes and convulses around me. When her mouth opens, I fuse my lips to hers, muffling the sounds she makes as her body lets go and she comes apart.
“Fuck yes.” I thrust into her three more times, emptying myself inside her before cupping her face with my hands. “I love you.” I don’t need her to say it back. I know she loves me. She always has. For good or bad, the kind of love we have doesn’t just go away.
“I love you,” she replies. Her words are barely a whisper, but they’re there. Out in the open. And so are the tears that slide down her cheeks. “Please don’t break me again, Carlo.”
I wipe the wetness away. “I promise you I will never break you again. It’s you and me now, Antonia. It’s our turn to choose us.”
Chapter Twenty
My heart pounds in my chest. I just told him I loved him. It’s the truth, though. I do love him. Even if I’d prefer not to. I’m so stupid. Logically, I know loving this man isn’t safe for me. I also know that you can’t control it. Or choose it.
“We’re going to be okay,” Carlo says, pressing his lips to the middle of my forehead.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m not going to let anything oranyonetake it from me.”
“Do you think my mother leaving was her choice?” I ask. Because it’s been bugging me. She left me. A newborn baby. How could a mother do that? I’ve been thinking about Jazzy’s mother doing the same thing to her.
I always thought your mother was the one person who would protect and fight for you. Fight for their children. Of course, that theory was purely based on a fantasy about something I never had. Something I thought was long dead.
“I don’t know,” Carlo says. “After I confirmed it was her, I stopped looking into it.”
“I find it hard to believe my father would just let her leave.” I sigh. “He talks about her like he adores her.”
“He might.” Carlo wraps his arms around me. “Whatever happened, it’s not on you, Antonia. If she left of her own free will, I’m sure she wanted to take you with her. I mean, who wouldn’t?” He smirks. “But what our parents choose isn’t on us.”
“You’ve never really talked about your parents.” I look at him.
“There’s nothing to talk about. They were killed in a home invasion while I hid under the bed.” He shrugs.
“I’m glad you hid. If you didn’t, we never would have met.”
“Maybe. I should wake Jazzy up. If she sleeps through the day, she’s not sleeping tonight.”
“What are you going to do about school?” I ask him.
“What school?”
“For Jazzy. She needs to be in school, Carlo.”
“I’m looking for someone to homeschool her. She doesn’t want to go,” he says.
“No child wants to go to school. Maybe you could look at some of the private schools. She might like a new start.”
