ERICA
For some reason everything felt different. My body was still thrumming with pleasure that he had wrecked me with. I couldn’t even imagine, never thought that something like this could be possible. But he had held my demons at bay with his fingers wrapped around my throat and his tongue wrecking havoc on me when he licked me from my wet pussy to a place that had only brought pain and left me broken. But he wrenched out waves of pleasure when he touched me there. And even now just his presence was enough to make my skin prickle with awareness and my pussy clenched around the small vibrator that he had pushed inside me.I couldn’t see anything but with my closed eyes I could feel the change in the air, the emotions that stirred the air around us and there was a general dreamlike feel even when he had fucked me in the shower with his intense golden gaze locked with mine and how he had filled me with his come, again. If not for the vibe, I was sureANTONIOErica looked rapt as she watched the actors on the stage. We were in an opera theatre. And unlike other times, I didn’t have it booked just for me or threw other spectators out. Keeping her dislike for that particular act, I only had Ephraim empty out the upper floor where now I was sitting with my little devil, who looked so beautiful and fûcking tempting in that baby pink dress with a faint flush on her cheeks that looked permanent now since she drank two glasses of red wine. And, while she enjoyed the performances of one of the finest theatre actors the city has to offer, all I could do was sit here and watch her and want her with every breath I was taking. I wanted to undress her right here and now and do all the dirty things to her. The need I felt for this woman was indescribable.But I kept my patience, because I knew I’ll get the chance to do all those filthy things I wanted to, later. I’ll unwrap her when we go back to the penthouse, knowing that she belonged to me in
ERICA“Where are we going now?” I asked, feeling a little tipsy and excited as I finished the last few sips of bourbon that I took from him which he had poured for himself while we sat in the back of the car and surprisingly he didn’t give me a stern look, instead he watched me with his intense gaze, the golden shimmering with yellow sparks.“Where do you want to go?” At first I thought he was just asking it for the show but when he waited for my answer, I chewed on my bottom lip as I considered his question. There was one place I really wanted to see at least once, it was not anything as grand as the opera house or the cathedrals Milan was famous for, I wanted to visit the club he frequented. He read me like an open book like always and said, “You have a place in mind, little devil, then say it.”“Well...” I licked my lips and looked down at the empty glass in my hand as suddenly I felt nervous and in need of more liquid courage which was stupid as I already felt halfway drunk. He su
ERICAThe moment we entered I saw why it was named red velvet. The whole place had only one colour as its theme, and even the waitresses with trays in their hands wore red skirts and tops. My eyes went from one place to another, taking everything in. There was a raised dance floor where a crowd was swaying to the beats of music, compared to them I looked the odd one out with the dress I was wearing as with each step I took it trailed behind me, dragging on the floor like I was on a red carpet. And everyone was wearing black while the staff was in red uniforms, the only bright splash of colour seemed to be me as I walked beside Antonio.People started to notice us as we passed, a man in a black suit interrupted us and looked at Antonio as he asked, “Should I clear the VIP section for you, sir?”I looked at where he pointed and saw that there was another level with couches and a small dance floor with four poles where the women in skimpy lingerie were dancing. Antonio was telling the ma
ANTONIOErica was drunk, and not the type where she escaped from the world, the type where she wanted to enjoy the world around her. I knew that because I was watching her as she danced on the small stage and swayed with the music uncaring of the fact that even the dancers around the pole had stopped to watch her. I wanted them to not look at her, she was only mine but Erica loved it, it was in the way her eyes were closed and how her lips were curved up in a subtle teasing smile as she soaked in the attention. She loved the eyes on her. And I loved her like that, carefree and happy.The realisation settled down slowly and deeply in my chest, like my heart was just waiting for me to acknowledge the emotion that was making me act out this way. This possessive and obsessive, for a woman who was supposed to be just a pawn to get the revenge I was seeking, a collateral damage in all of the plans if had made with Nikolai. But now even the thought of her suffering just for a second makes my
ERICAMy head felt like it was on the verge of splitting open and everything would spill out. With a groan, I turned on my back and when I opened my eyes it took me a moment to understand where I was and what had happened. My hand patted the sides of the bed as I was in the middle and the cold touch of mattress told me that Antonio had left the bed quite some time ago. Closing my eyes, I skipped through my memories of last night and even though most of it were hazy, I remembered our visit to opera theatre and Antonio dancing with me... And our pretend... With a gasp I sat up and lifted my left hand as I started at it, but there was no ring on my ring finger. And yet I could've sworn that there was a blurry memory of Antonio putting one on when we were pretending and saying our 'I dos’. I shook my head as once again I looked down at my hand, turning it around like the ring would appear somehow that my mind had conjured up. But apart from the bracelet that blinked in the sunlight comin
ANTONIOErica doesn’t remember anything. That thought kept my mind in a twisted mess because half of me wanted her to remember it, especially the words she had said to me. I am falling for you, Antonio. I wanted her to remember those words, her sweet confession, but at the same time I didn’t want her to remember the papers I had made her sign. I didn't want her to say that she was drunk and she didn't mean it, and I didn’t want her to look at me like I betrayed her. And despite her feelings, I knew she would take it as a betrayal, she wouldn’t consider the fact that she wanted it. If she wanted to marry me just for pretend, then maybe somewhere part of her wanted it to be real. But my little devil still has a lot to discover on her own, especially her emotions that she had always ran from. Now as I sat with Ephraim in a meeting which was part of a truce I had called with Jeremiah, my mind still kept returning to Erica. I had told the three simpering idiots that I would skin them aliv
ERICAI still felt half drunk from last night and the cold had me wanting to hide in the bed with Antonio’s arms tightly wrapped around me. Even as we stepped down from the chopper, I leaned into him as it was colder here on the cliff than it was in the city. I wanted to hurry inside the castle but Antonio seemed to have other ideas as his steps slowed and then I felt the tension entering his body. Before I could ask him what was wrong or even understand what was happening, my attention went to the figure that appeared at the door of the castle. It was a girl.And then she was running towards us with a big grin on her face. I wasn’t even ready for the words she yelled and the way Antonio stepped away from me, I almost stumbled without his support as I was half tucked into his side. There were so many thoughts running through my mind at seeing the girl but none of them came close to what she could mean to Antonio and who was she, until she gave me the answers with her excited squeal,
ANTONIOI watched as Erica ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. For a moment, I stood there and watched the closed door as I went back to Gianna’s question to me. Who is she? And when I had answered, I had paused, because the words although were new in making, they were still on the tip of my tongue to tell her that Erica was my wife now. My wife. I raked my fingers through my hair, feeling fûcking annoyed that the contentment and the smooth relationship I was having with my little devil was already on a turbulent ground. I knew that it won't last for long as she’d come to know about my reasons for needing revenge from Gabriel, but I wasn’t ready for Gianna to come back home like this. My men will answer for that but I already knew that it wouldn’t be their fault. She was a spoilt brat especially after her kidnapping because I couldn’t help but be more lenient with her as I was afraid that she had a traumatic experience but instead she took it in a totally different way w