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Natalia
I wake up in my own bed, and as I cover my mouth through a long yawn, the memory of last night comes back to me.
Holy fuck.
The filthy, dirty things we did.
His hands, gentle one moment, rough and demanding the next.
And oh my God,his cock. It’s so huge. So thick.
Just thinking about it makes my core throb. How something so massive could make its way into any part of me defies any logic, but when he tasted me with his mouth, took my ass and sent me tumbling over the edge so many times, we fit together so perfectly.
My body is sore in places I never thought possible. But damn, does it ever feel great.
The pulsating ache at my tight hole and the wetness between my legs suggest differently, but it’s difficult to believe that I’m still a virgin.
I’m glad that I snuck back into the main house and fell asleep in my own bed after Antonio claimed me in so many ways. Did he really tell me I was his? I don’t exactly know how we’ll ever be able to make that dream come true, but for now, I’m thrilledthat we’re on the same page.
I want him.
He wants me.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Sitting up in bed, I let out a long stretch and look down my body. His shirt is on me. Right. I didn’t bother to put my clothes back on when it was time to leave his apartment last night. Before I do anything, I need to get out of this shirt, have a long shower and put on my ownclothes. It’s way too soon to have anyone know yet.
A secret like this one, well, it could end us both.
I look out my window that faces the guards’ quarters. Is Antonio awake yet? Does he have a smile on his face like I do right now? Does he have any regrets? Can he keep us a secret from my father and Nonna?
Can I?
A quick glance at the clock on my bedside table showsthat it’s not seven o’clock yet. Perfect. I have time to put myself together in my en-suite bathroom, and I’ll hide his shirt somewhere before anyone’s the wiser.
After a long, hot shower, I step out of my bathroom wearing a playful grin that won’t leave my face, a towel around my torso, and one covering my thick mass of dark hair. I’m pretty sure that if anyone sees this smile, they’llknow. Or maybe it’ll be the dreamy look in my eyes, or the giddiness in each step I take. I contemplate staying in my room for a few hours. Avoiding everyone might be a good idea.
Stepping into my walk-in closet, I find some underwear and a black strapless camisole, then pull a matching eggplant colored sweat suit from their hangers. I have no plans today, other than possibly packing. Though,I can’t do that just yet. I’m not supposed to know what’s going on. Once I’m fully dressed, I return to the bathroom to comb and blow dry my hair. As low-key and relaxed as I am right now, it’s best not to let this thick mass of unruliness get out of hand. It takes twenty minutes to style when it’s in check, and more than triple that time when I leave it to its own devices.
It’s close toeight o’clock when I’m done, and I take a few minutes to look inside my unopened suitcases that still sit in the middle of the room. I decide against allowing one of the housekeepers to start on the dirty pile of laundry I brought back with me. I’ll do it myself. That way I can include Antonio’s shirt somehow.
The sound of my stomach growling with hunger reminds me of how much all thisupcoming change affected me. I love food. Especially the menu items from last night. But I could barely eat anything at all. I mostly moved food around my plate with the selection of forks and knives in the place setting, keeping up appearances for the sake of the guests.
But now, I can eat.
Heading to the door, I pull it open and lean into the hallway. I manage to look past Vinnyjust as Antonio corners a bend at the end of the hall. I know I’m already beaming, but somehow, seeing him makes my cheeks warm and my heart race.
And just as quickly as the excitement shot into me, it bled right out of me. The smile on my face disappears as Antonio walks right by me like I’m a complete stranger.
My pulse is pounding, and the tightness in my chest refuses to stopas I watch him leave.
I don’t believe him.
The way he can stride down the hall and disappear in Father’s office so composed and calm, like I’m invisible.
Like we didn’t have last night.
