CHAPTER FOUR

It had been a week since I fled from Salvador’s men. Antonio and his men have been nothing but good to me. Alberta took care of my wound and it healed neatly, she however tried to avoid me most of the time. Whenever Antonio went out and I was alone with her, I tried to engage her in conversations to find out more about Antonio but she simply says “I’m not allowed to talk about this”

I took a stroll down the river bank out of boredom. The sun reflecting sharply on the river surface, inviting me for a swim. I fetched a handful of the water and washed my face, it was warm so I decided to swim. I took off my blouse and pulled down my pants, then did some form of stretches to straighten my bones before I dived into the water. My parents had ensured I took swimming lessons since I was a baby making me love the feel of water on my skin always.

Talking of parents, I wondered how they were doing, if they noticed I was gone, if they missed me or if my dad was looking for me, were his men looking for me? and if so, was it because he needed me to be safe and to remind me of how much he loved me or it was because he was equally angry about Salvador’s death. The thought evaded my mind as I dived deeper into the water. For some reason, I didn’t want to be found, I feared my dad as much as I loved him, I also feared Salvador’s men. Maybe I should just remain under the water.

I inhaled sharply allowing the water to flow down my nostrils, I opened my eyes and released all the tension from my body allowing me to sink deeper into the river. Suddenly I felt someone’s arms under mine, then I was being yanked up to the surface of the water, I couldn’t breathe. The water had filled my nose and mouth causing me to start coughing. I was dragged ashore as I continued to cough vigorously to clear my airways.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Antonio screamed “Do you want to die? What’s your problem?” He continued, but I had no explanation, he didn’t even wait for one, he just walked away his drenched clothes sticking to his body. He seemed obviously angry and I did not even understand why, but I grabbed my dry clothes from the ground nearby and run after him.

“I am sorry Antonio, it’s not what you think” he kept walking.

“Can you wait up” I pleaded still running after him.

“How was your swim” Alberta asked when I walked up behind Antonio into the living room.

“Just fine” I responded bluntly and followed Antonio right into his room.

“I said I’m sorry” I said to him, he stood with hands on his hips looking out the window

“I’m sorry.” I said again hanging my head. He finally turned and without taking his eyes off, he started walking towards me. His strong abdominal muscles had created a pattern in his shirt as it hugged his body. I noticed an expression on his face I couldn’t really interpret. He looked angry, confused, empathetic and bossy all at once with an iota of desire hiding somewhere in-between. As he walked closer, my eyes focused on the huge erection in his pants. I swallowed the saliva that had gathered in my mouth just before his hand came around my neck. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered a similar encounter with Salvador a couple of days ago, but Antonio’s grip was gentle, soft and with care. I swallowed hard as I tried to erase the desire from my thoughts.

“Look at me” he ordered and I obeyed without hesitation. I suddenly felt my body melt under his gaze. I noticed his lips for the first time, they were attractive and I wanted to feel it against mine.

“You on mine now Marcella and you remain under my watch and protection until that contract is annulled. You have no right to cause harm to yourself do you hear me”. I shook my head, I understand he is protecting me but I hated that he felt I was some kind of property. He let go of my neck and cupped my cheeks in both hands, I shook my head to free it from his hands.

“Everything about you belongs to me” “You are mine!” There was something about how he said it that made me melt deeper into his hands, I could feel a throbbing sensation in-between my legs. I moaned quietly, or rather loudly.

He was a couple of inches taller than me, I felt my toes lift up so I was standing on tippy toes, this way I could smell his minty breath making me want to kiss him. I shook the thoughts off

Antonio’s face was so close to mine now, his minty breathe saturating my senses, then, he kissed me. It was quick and short, leaving me longing for more.

I lifted myself higher on tippy toes, wanting to kiss him back, my eyes shut tightly when an image of Michael suddenly formed in my mind’s eye, a rush of guilt flooding my mind.

“I do not belong to you” I said in what seemed like a whisper. “What we have is an arrangement, and when this is over I’m going to find Michael and be his wife.” I clarified. Since being kidnapped from Vegas, I have not heard from Michael, I don’t know how he is doing, my dad had ensured I had no form of communication with him. I missed him a lot.

Antonio just smiled, I guess my pounding heart and desire for him gave out way more than I intended. I was soon trapped in his droning ice cold eyes, I looked down at his lips while biting on mine, I yearning for him. I was lost in my desire for him that I didn’t realize our lips were just a few inches apart, and before I knew it, he grabbed my neck and crashed our lips together, a gush of pussy juice running down my thighs. My breath increased, so did my desire for him, I needed him and I could tell he wanted me to. I tried to match up with his intensity, as he explored my mouth, a soft moan escaped my mouth. He was a good kisser. He slowly nibbled on my lower lips, my legs felt like jelly and my soul melting in his arms.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, my eyes were still closed and my mouth slightly open from desire in an attempt to catch my breath. He leaned closer and whispered in my ear “I am going to show you who you belong to princess. Now go to bed” he ordered.