I bit a moan. “Yes, Tino.”
I didn’t realize the way I moaned that except when his eyes darkened with desire. I had no clue how I turned into that deviant that leered at a man’s junk, talked about spanking and nipples and underwear and moaned like a bitch in heat when I was around Tino.
Only Tino.
“Can you put me down now, please?” I asked as we entered the house.
He continued and headed for the stairs instead of my room. “Why?”
Because you make me wanna do very wrong things. I just sighed, my arms sliding to his back, feeling him up. “Where are you taking me?”
“My room.”
I gaped at him. “W-why?”
He climbed up without answering, my heart banging with every step.
“Tino?”
“Shhhh.”
A gasp fled my throat. “What the hell?”
He threw a casual glance at me. “What?”
“Say that again.”
“Say what again?”
“That shhhh. Say it again.”
He looked at me like I was insane. “I haven’t said anything, Angelina. Has the sun hit your head already?”
“I’m not crazy. Say it again.”
He put me down at the top of the stairs and touched my forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re warm. This can’t be the sun. You barely stayed out there. Get inside so I can check the wound.”
“You? You’ll check the wound?” The panic of him seeing my naked body made me forget about my demand. I was probably going crazy to think what I’d thought anyway. This was Tino. Marciano was dead. Yet whenever I was aroused, he managed to play a mind trick on me. There was no other explanation.
“Yes. You have a problem with that?” He opened his door and ushered me inside.
“Yes, I do. I’m completely naked under this dress.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“I…I’d rather let Arancia do it. This is just…”
“Relax.” He opened his wardrobe and got out a hundred shopping bags. “I bought you some things, underwear included.”
“Oh. That’s…uh…very thoughtful of you. Thank you, Tino. Is that…uh…why you brought me to your room?”
“Si, si. Why else?”
“Mhmm. Yeah. Of course.”
He put the bags next to the bed—his bed. “Put on some panties so I can see you.”
“So you can see me in panties?”
“So I can see the wound, Angelina.”
Fuck. Did I say that out loud? Oh my God. “I…I’m fine. Really. It’s not infected. There’s no need—”
“Put on some panties or I’ll just lift your dress when you’re all naked underneath and—”
“All right! All right. Fine.” It wasn’t a possible infection that was making me imagine and say weird things. It was him being half naked, all wet and hot, while I stood in his room, where he slept, where he…
I sat on the edge of the bed and snooped inside the bags. There were all sorts of clothes in there. Shorts, t-shirts, dresses, swimsuits and underwear. I grabbed the first pair of panties I found and asked him to turn around.
He chuckled but did what I asked. Of course, I took all the time in the world to put on one pair of panties to marvel at his perfect, hot ass.
“You done?” He snorted.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”
He spun and came my way. Then his hands slid up my thighs, meeting my butt as they hiked up the dress to the edge of my ribs. My body burned with shyness and arousal, but I didn’t try to hide anything. The deviant only he brought in me wanted him to see.
He removed the dressing carefully and inspected the stitches. “It looks fine.”
“I told you.”
He put down my dress, and as his head tilted up, our gazes met for a long moment. Then mine fell to his lips, and my mind drifted to that memory when we almost kissed. “Did that moment happen or was it wishful thinking?”
“What moment?”
I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head. “The one so similar to this one we’re having now.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, and his mouth drew closer, the heat of his breath making my head spin. “This moment?”
I had no clue where I got the guts to thread his wet hair with my fingers and pull him closer. “Yes.” It was so wrong. Not just taboo and forbidden. It was destructively wrong. He was Leo’s father. My fiancé’s father. But fuck yes.
His breath teased me as our lips almost touched. My eyes fluttered closed, and my heart rocketed as I desperately waited for him to seal our kiss.
“No.” Cruelly, brutally, his breath was no longer on my lips, and his hand left my hair, forcing me to leave his, too. “It didn’t happen.”
Chapter 45
Tino
She deserved that humiliation. She deserved that painful longing. She deserved the agony of wanting something so badly while knowing she couldn’t get it.
We barely spoke for days. After Arancia removed the stitches, and the weather had cooled, Angel had spent her time exploring the island to kill time and to stay away from me as much as she could. I’d given her space by day, but at night…
She was sleeping soundly, and I resumed my previous routine of undressing her, missing her beautiful body. In the moonlight, her perfect tits were so sexy. I ached to suck those nipples she’d long taunted me with. My cock throbbed painfully for her. I wanted to touch every inch of her skin, mark her whole body up.
Carefully, I undid my pants before sliding them to my ankles, and then I kicked them off. I peeled away my shirt and had it join my pants as well. Once I was standing beside her in nothing but boxers and socks, I stroked myself through my underwear.
God, I fucking want her.
I decided to remove my boxers, too, my heavy erection aching, hot and pulsating in my grip. I was dying to push into every single one of her holes. To draw out pleasure and pain from her. I wanted to make her see who truly owned every part of her.
Fisting my cock, I licked my lips at the sight of her naked pussy. It looked so delicious I wanted to devour it. The thought fueled my desire for her. I pressed my lips to stifle my groans as with each rub, I got closer and closer to release.
I traced her pussy lips and dipped my finger inside a little. Then I licked my finger. The taste tightened my balls. My cum spurted all over her pelvis.
I watched as my cum slid down on her pussy. With my fingertips, I dragged my seed along her stomach to the curves of her tits. I smeared it all over her nipples and my cock jerked alive when they hardened in response.
Surrendering to the urge to touch her pussy, I was hard again when a moan escaped her as my wet finger slid and circled her clit. Before, she had her own fingers to pleasure herself. Tonight she had me. She’d always have me.
Her body squirmed in her sleep. I pried her legs apart and pictured my tongue on her clit until she screamed my name.
Her breathing gained a more alert rhythm, so I dragged my finger out. I couldn’t let her wake up and see me so weak for her like this. I stared at her stained, glistening tits and pussy until her breathing returned to normal speed. Then I fully dressed us both.