“Good.”
He consumed her thoughts on a daily basis as well. She knew her feelings ran far deeper than just caring about him. They were stronger, more powerful, and he held her locked up in his life with no way for her to escape.
She wouldn’t admit her happiness of being with him. It was too much, too quickly. Antonio wasn’t just some security specialist for a firm, he was so much more, and it scared her.
Keeping her arms wrapped around him, she rested her head on his neck, panting as he began to speed up his thrusts.
The grip on her hips tightened almost to the point of pain, but it wasn’t too bad. She could handle it as he fucked her harder, going deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck!” He growled the word against her neck before pushing her back. She still had her legs wrapped around him, and he played with her pussy, his fingers stroking over her clit as his cock still pulsed deep inside.
She felt every inch of him, even as he got her closer to orgasm. She didn’t fight him, giving herself over to the pleasure of the beast and his ministrations. Each stroke, each pulse driving her close to the peak of bliss.
“Yes, baby, come for me. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you.”
Ellie did so, crying his name. The sound echoed around the room as he filled her. He caught her hips, lifting her, and began to rock her on his dick. She followed his lead, taking him higher and higher.
She still felt some of the aftershocks of her release, but it was amazing, better than that, and she couldn’t stop the pleasure, nor did she want to.
When Antonio came, she held on to him, knowing there was no other way out now. He’d pushed her into a corner, and now she belonged to him. She had to wonder why he would do that, and if there was another reason Antonio was so determined to keep her rather than let her go.
****
The following day, Antonio had taken her shopping. In all of his experience, shopping with a woman was supposed to be tiring and boring. Women loved to shop. They loved to buy pretty things.
Not Ellie.
Nope.
She hated to shop.
He had to drag her from store to store until she found some clothes she actually showed an interest in.
Of course, it had taken some guidance from him to get her to do as he asked. She didn’t like him paying for her clothes. What she needed to understand was that her image was very important to his boss. She no longer could walk around in sweatpants and long shirts, at least not out in public.
He smiled fondly at the memory of their one and only time grocery shopping. He’d been in his usual suit while she’d been in a large shirt that was three sizes too big, easily, and sweatpants. Her hair had been bound up on her head.
To a lot of men, she’d looked like a slob, but he’d found her so charming, so real. She hadn’t put on a show for him, or for anyone else. Ellie had saved herself all for him. The women at the store had looked at her with disgust. The men had been more curious. He’d been by her side, so it had likely made the men wonder what she had that kept him there.
Personally, he just enjoyed Ellie, who wasn’t fake. She didn’t try to hide her bed hair in the morning. Even this morning, she hadn’t. She’d woken up with bed hair, yawning, covering her mouth because of morning breath.
All of it was entirely refreshing.
Of course, Raphael had to go ahead and spoil it with a little text, warning him that if he didn’t come by the mansion, his father was going to be paying him a visit, which was why he was back in his car after getting Ellie changed into appropriate clothing, and about to meet his boss.
“You do know it’s sexist, don’t you?”
“What is?”
“Forcing me to wear a summer dress that enhances and highlights my feminine side,” she said, air-quoting the saleswoman who’d sold them the outfit.
“You don’t like it?”
“That’s beside the point. You know it’s a beautiful outfit.”
“Expensive too.”
“Again, you’re making me uncomfortable.”
“I want to buy you pretty things.”
“I don’t know. All of this to go and meet the boss. Most people are supposed to hate the guys they work for. I don’t even know what to say. Hello, mafia bossman. I don’t want to be here but I’ve got to be. Do you have any water?”
“Maybe stick to sir, or Mr. Giavanni. That would work, and he wouldn’t take offense.”
“Ugh, I’m going to suck at this. This isn’t fair. I’m pointing it out to you now that I’m not the kind of woman you take home to meet your parents or your boss. Do you have any parents?” she asked.