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Evelyn’s POV

“Not yet,” Antonio mimicked, his voice a dark promise. His fingers joined his mouth, thrusting inside me until I was crying out, begging him to stop.

“Please, Tony, I can’t take it,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“You will,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me. His pace was relentless, his touch almost painful as he took what he wanted.

“God, Antonio,” I sobbed, my body shaking with the force of my climax. He didn’t stop, didn’t relent, until I was a trembling mess beneath him.

“You think you’re done?” he asked, a dark gleam in his eyes. “Not even close.”

His hands gripped my breasts harshly, pinching my nipples until I cried out. His mouth followed, sucking and biting until I was writhing beneath him.

“Antonio, please,” I begged, but he only laughed.

“You wanted this,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Now take it.”

He flipped me over, pressing my face into the pillows as he entered me from behind. His thrusts were brutal, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body.

“Do you like this?” he demanded, his voice rough in my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body trembling.

“Say it,” he commanded, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling my head back.

“I like it,” I cried out, my voice breaking.

“Louder,” he growled, thrusting harder.

“I love it,” I screamed, the intensity too much to bear.

He drove into me relentlessly, his pace never faltering. My body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I felt another climax building, but he didn’t slow down.

“Antonio, I can’t,” I sobbed, but he only pushed harder.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, his hand reaching around to rub my clit. The added stimulation was too much, and I shattered around him, my orgasm tearing through me with a force that left me breathless.

When he finally finished, he collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lay there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing ragged.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.

“I know,” I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. “But you love it.”

“I do,” he admitted, his arms tightening around me. “And I’ll never let you go.”

We lay there in a blissful, exhausted silence, the intensity of our passion still lingering in the air. Despite everything, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be in Antonio’s arms, forever his.

“Let’s eat now! “I said dragging Antonio up with all my strength.

“Isn’t the sex enough food for you? “Antonio said laughing out hard.

“No!!! Come on babe “I said and Antonio finally stood up.

Antonio picked up a spoon and tried to feed me, but I gently held his hand back.

“Tony, I have been feeling very tired for a while now. I thought it was just the final exams preparation, but I think it’s getting worse,” I said, touching my forehead, feeling the warmth of a possible fever.

“It must be the exams, cara mia,” he said softly, caressing my cheek. “Plus the stress I put you through… I even slapped you… and tied you up… and almost killed you. You don’t know how guilty I feel right now.” His voice cracked, and tears slipped from his eyes. He covered his face with his palms, his shoulders shaking with the weight of his remorse. This once imposing mafia boss had been reduced to a man tormented by guilt, all because of me.

“Shh, don’t cry, babe. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t agreed to Charles’ idea, we wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. You were so in love with me, and I know how much it hurt you when you found out I wrote your secrets to expose you, and when you thought I didn’t love you. The police almost caught you because of me. It’s my fault for letting Charles use me,” I confessed, my own tears flowing freely as I reached out to him, our fingers intertwining.

“Stop crying, girlfriend,” Antonio said, his voice barely above a whisper as he hugged me tightly, letting out a soft chuckle. He lifted his face to look at me, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears.

“Some things are actually pointing at me, and I’m trying to hold back right now,” he said, his lips curving into a playful smirk. I followed his gaze to my chest, feeling a rush of heat spread through me.

He lowered his head and bit one of my nipples softly, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I let out a loud moan, unable to contain myself, feeling a wave of arousal that made me tremble.

“What the fuck… She wants me again. The tired baby wants me now. That was loud, you know,” Antonio teased, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire.

“Stop it,” I replied shyly, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“But babe, we don’t smell too good. We need to use the bathroom. Let’s shower together,” Antonio said as he scooped me up in a bridal style, carrying me effortlessly towards the bathroom.

“Wait… What about the food? I’m fucking hungry,” I protested, waving my legs in the air.

“We need to bathe first, girlfriend,” he insisted, his voice firm yet affectionate as we finally entered the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, the warm water cascaded over our bodies, washing away the remnants of the day. Antonio’s hands moved over me gently, his touch both soothing and electrifying. He lathered the soap, his fingers working it into my shoulders and down my back in slow, deliberate motions. The steam enveloped us, creating a cocoon of intimacy and warmth.

Antonio’s touch was intoxicating. He pulled me closer, his hands finding their way to my waist, and pressed his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses. I leaned into him, my body melting under his touch. His fingers traced patterns on my skin, each stroke sending shivers that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my ear, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

I turned to face him, our bodies pressed together under the spray of the shower. Our lips met in a slow, deep kiss, the taste of water mingling with our growing desire. The kiss deepened, a dance of tongues and soft sighs, the world outside forgotten. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, every contour, as if memorizing me anew.

The water cascaded down, mixing with the tears that neither of us could hold back, tears of relief, of forgiveness, and of a love that had been tested and tempered by fire. Antonio’s hands slid down to my hips, lifting me slightly as he pressed me against the cool tiles. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the hard evidence of his desire against me.

Our movements became a rhythm, a silent conversation of need and want, punctuated by gasps and murmurs of affection. Antonio’s lips found mine again, hungry and demanding, as his hands guided me, holding me steady as we moved together under the falling water. The steam swirled around us, creating a haze that blurred the edges of reality, leaving only the raw, unfiltered connection between us.

Time seemed to stand still as we gave in to the moment, the heat between us rising to a fever pitch. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a testament to the bond we shared, a bond forged in the crucible of our shared trials and tribulations.

As the intensity built, we held each other tighter, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The climax, when it came, was a release of all the tension, all the fear, and all the love we had held inside. We clung to each other, riding the waves of pleasure, our breaths mingling in the steamy air.

In the aftermath, we stood there, our foreheads resting together, the water still pouring down around us. Antonio’s hands caressed my back, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“I love you, Evelyn, You actually changed my life ” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too, Antonio,” I replied, my heart swelling with the depth of my feelings for him.

For that moment, in the warmth of the shower, we were just two souls finding solace in each other, the outside world fading away as we held on to the love that had brought us back from the brink.

We were about to walk out of the bathroom when I felt a sudden queasiness growing in my throat. My hand flew to my mouth as I rushed back to the toilet and threw up. I lifted my head, wiping my mouth, to see Antonio grinning. His reaction confused me.

“Wait, babe, you said you’ve been getting tired constantly?” Antonio asked, his eyes sparkling with an unspoken thought.

“Yeah, why?” I replied, my voice shaky.