Chapter 28 Antonio's Rejection
SANCIA
For a few seconds, he did nothing, only stared at my chest as he swallowed nervously, feeling dejected. I almost pulled away from him, but then I felt that hard part of him stirring as if finally awake. Antonio has also started squeezing my breasts.
Encouraged by this, I shamelessly grind against that hard part of him. Antonio grabbed my hips.
“Sancia, we…we shouldn't,” he groaned.
“Does it not feel good?” I asked, blushing. I was disappointed by my lack of experience. I thought he was enjoying this because I kind of liked it, though it was my first time being like this with any man.
It feels good when I press my sex against his dick, but it probably wasn't the same for Antonio.
“You feel so good, but this is wrong…we shouldn't,” he stuttered. I resume grinding against him.
“I don't want to stop, Antonio. Do you?” I blew air in his ear and sucked on his earlobe before biting it slightly. Antonio shuddered, one hand tightening on my hip, the other on my breast.
“Please make me feel good, Antonio,” I whispered, pushing my hair back and kissing the corner of his mouth. Antonio groaned and took my mouth, then he flipped us around until I lay beneath him.
He kisses me so tenderly and gently in the way he always does as he grinds against me.
“Yes, take me, Antonio; I'm yours,” I encourage as he kisses my neck and shoulder.
I stroked his body and reached out to touch his dick; the moment I made contact, Antonio flung himself away from him and jumped out of bed as though he'd touched a live wire.
I sat up, watching him leaning against the wall, breathing hard, his eyes dark, his hair tousled from my hands, and that hard part of him was prominent and pointing towards me.
I didn't have to see into the mirror to know I look as ruffled as he does.
“What happened? Why did you stop, Antonio?”
“We can't do…this?” he said, waving his hands between us.
“We can, Antonio. I want you to. I want you to be my first and have my virginity,” I said, frustrated.
“We can't have sex before marriage, you know the rules.”
“Fuck the rules, Antonio; you hated those rules as much as I do. We can have sex, I want you to fuck me, Antonio, and you obviously want to,” I replied pointedly, staring at his erection.
He scrubs his face frustratingly. “Why are you being like this? You know I can't disrespect you that way…”
“I want you to disrespect me, Antonio! I'm permitting you to,” I yell unbelievably.
“Sancia. We can't have sex without the sanctity of marriage. What's the rush? We're getting married soon, baby, we can do whatever we want after that, but not before.” I stand up on the bed, embarrassed and angry that he doesn't understand me.
“You asked me what the rush is, Antonio; it's because I'm scared as fuck about what will happen to both of us if your plan fails. But if we have sex and I'm no longer a virgin, even if Papa finds us, he'll have no other choice but to marry us, and I will never have to marry Lorenzo.”
“This is your plan?” he asked incredulously.
“It's ridiculous, the only thing we'll achieve from your plan is my death and your banishment. Did you even know what you're asking for? Have you never wondered what happened to your aunt Adelina?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, all my anger, frustration, and embarrassment giving way to curiosity. But even as I asked this, there's an old memory that I'd completely forgotten that suddenly surfaces in my mind.
Antonio exhaled, grabbed his shirt from the edge of the bed, and put it on. He looks more relaxed now, though still hard.
“I will tell you, but can you please put on some clothes?” I bit my lip and nodded, my face red with shame. I went into the bathroom and put on a similar outfit to the one he was wearing, only in a smaller size.
I inhaled and exhaled; if it hadn't been for my curiosity about what happened to my aunt Adelina, I would have hidden in here till morning. God, that was humiliating.
“I thought my Aunt Adelina was…” I started, but the remaining words stuck in my throat as I heard loud cracking sounds as the living room door was broken down.
“Get back inside, Sancia,” Antonio yelled, opening the bedside drawer.
He grabbed his gun, but he was a few seconds too late as more than half a dozen men suddenly filed inside the bedroom with guns in their hands, all pointed at him. Antonio drops his gun.
“All of you get out,” a familiar dark voice ordered. The men took Antonio's gun and stepped out. Except for one, every bone in my body was locked in place as the owner of that voice stepped into the room. Acrid fear paralyzed me in place as I met his dark eyes.
Lorenzo!
Dressed in an all-dark suit like an angel of darkness, his hair in that familiar man-bun, he was the last thing I expected to see. And he was frightening in his perfection, the villain in my life.
His dark eyes run over my damp hair and my face, then glide down the length of my body, his jaw ticking. He whirled, and without any warning, he fired. Antonio groans, losing his balance, his hand holding his thigh, blood seeping between his fingers.
“No,” I ran and stood in front of Antonio.
“Please!” I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks. This was my worst nightmare.
“Did you fuck him?” he gritted his voice low, a dark promise if the answer he sought was the wrong one.
“No….no, I swear I didn't.” Not for lack of trying, and I, for one, was grateful Antonio had rejected me.
“Did you touch her?”
“Fuck you,” Antonio spat. Sweat beaded on his forehead as more blood stained his white sweatpants. Lorenzo grinned darkly, and my heart stopped for a few seconds with that frightening smile before it kick-started its rhythmic beating.
“Please just…just let him leave. I'll do anything.”
“Anything?” he asked with an arched brow. I nodded frantically.
“Get your ass out of here,” he ordered, darkly.
“Fabio, take her to the car. I'll meet you up shortly,” he added.
“No, no, don't kill him. It's my fault,” I said frantically.
“If you say one more word, I would fucking blow his brain up.” I instantly clamp my mouth shut, and tears of helplessness slide down my face. The dark, maniacal glint in his eyes told me he would do it.
“Sancia, go,” Antonio said. From the way he spoke, I knew he was holding on, trying to be strong for me. He's bled so much already. I reluctantly turned and followed Fabio, my legs feeling like lead.