Chapter 37 Chapter 0037

Chapter 37 Chapter 0037
•ISABELLA•

“Bella, where are you?” Sarah asked when I called her from the bathroom at the back of the restaurant. "What happened? Did he find you?"

“At my wedding celebration, can you believe it?” I chuckled, taking another sip from the glass of wine in my hand and leaning heavily against the tiled wall.

“Oh my goodness. I can’t believe Antonio picked you up to take you to celebrate your marriage. Is he there with you?”

“He’s crazy, Sarah. Can you believe he threatened to kill the next man I go out with? I’m even thinking about running away. I’m sure he wouldn’t find me,” I replied, trying to steady myself as the room swayed slightly.

“Please don’t do anything you’ll regret. I have to go. My shift is about to start.”

“No, Sarah, please don’t go. I don’t want to go back there,” I pleaded.

“Call me when you’re home. I love you so much,” she said before ending the call.

I groaned softly and slipped my phone back into my pocket. Walking to the sink, I set the wine glass down and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

My cheeks were flushed, my eyes unfocused, and for a moment I couldn’t even remember why I had come in there.

A wave of drowsiness rolled over me, and I decided I needed Antonio to take me home before I completely lost control.

When I turned the doorknob, I found him standing right outside the door.

He looked unfairly good, composed and steady, even though he had been drinking too.

“Are you alright, Bella?” he asked, catching me as I staggered.

“I’m sick. Please take me home,” I muttered, gripping the door to keep from falling.

“I told you to slow down on the drinking,” he said with a faint shake of his head before stepping closer.

Without giving me the chance to protest, he lifted me effortlessly and threw me over his shoulder.

I giggled and weakly punched his back. “Put me down, Antonio. I’ll throw up on you.”

“Are you guys leaving already?” someone called out as he carried me toward the front.

“Call me in the morning, August. We’ll talk,” Antonio replied while opening the door and heading to the car.

The ride home was a blur. When we arrived, he helped me out of the car and led me inside.

I dragged my feet up the stairs until he sighed and lifted me again, carrying me all the way to my room.

He set me down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on my waist for a brief moment before he stepped back and turned toward the door.

I bit my lower lip and pushed myself up, crossing my legs as I watched him. “Hey, where are you going?”

He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

I tilted my head and smirked at him. “Shouldn’t you be fucking me?”

He exhaled slowly, biting his lip as though fighting himself, then turned away again. But I wasn’t about to let him walk out.

I slipped off the bed and reached him before he could grab the doorknob. “Antonio?”

I pulled my shirt over my head and slid out of my jeans, letting them fall to the floor before he turned around.

When he did, his eyes moved over my body with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. I stepped closer, tugged his shirt off, and knelt to undo his belt, my fingers clumsy but determined.

At that moment, the only thing that made sense was feeling him against me. I didn’t want to think about consequences or tomorrow.

I only wanted him, his body, his heat, and the way he made everything else disappear.

Just as I was about to free him from his pants, he caught my hand. I looked up in confusion, surprised that he would stop me when I was so close.

Instead of pushing me away, he pulled me up, lifted me, and laid me back on the bed.

He spread my legs and looked down at me, and I giggled in anticipation. My breath caught when he tore my panties instead of removing them carefully.

The sensation of his tongue on my clit made me arch instantly, my fingers twisting into the sheets as a moan slipped from my lips.

He was slow and deliberate, and the way he sucked and teased me left me breathless. I wanted more. I needed more.

Every movement of his mouth sent heat spiraling through my body until I could barely think.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice low as he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.

Before I could answer, he positioned himself and entered me. The feeling of him filling me stole whatever words I might have had.

I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as he moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to every inch.

When he was fully inside me, we locked eyes. The intensity in his gaze made my stomach tighten again, and he leaned down to kiss me deeply, almost hungrily.

His groans brushed against my ear as he began to move more firmly, and the sound alone made me wetter.

I clung to him, sucking lightly at his neck while he thrust into me in a steady rhythm.

The room felt heavy with heat and breath and the sound of our bodies moving together.

It didn’t take long before the pleasure overwhelmed me. My body tightened around him as I moaned his name, my fingers gripping his shoulders while my orgasm washed through me in waves.

“Oh, yes… yes, Antonio. I’m all yours…”