Arranged Dominant Love novel Chapter 49

Arielle

We've arrived at the beach house. I watch at mine and Antonio's interwind hands and smile at him. Nobody's here, they probably went to the club or something. Antonio follows me to the house me and his cousins are staying, I give him a questioning look and he beams at me with lustful eyes.

"You want to spend the night here?" I gesture with me hand.

"You're alone. I can't let you in here without any guardian."

"Or you want to do something else..." I giggle as I press my lips together.

His brows lifts in a sexy way and he gazes at me with delight under a blink he captures my lips. His hands travels my body then he pulls me close to him. I rest my hands on his shoulders and open my mouth to let him in, the moment our tongue meets I feel the affection and heat growing between us. He deepens our kiss and presses my back against the wall. His lips travels down to my neck then to my cleavage. I gasp. His entire body warms mine and heat blooms in my core.

Antonio is possessive with his touch, claiming me for his own with every sweep of his tongue. His hips grind against mine and I gasp when I feel the bulge that is straining against his pants.

Antonio actually smiles and resumes kissing me, but this time with a strange tenderness from before as if to tell me he wouldn't leave because in some odd way, he actually cares about me. That even though he was cruel for the first two months of our marriage. He still saw me as more than a business deal rather than his wife that is also a confidant-a companion.

He lifts me up and instinctively I wrap my legs around his hips. He leads us over to the bed and places me down on my back. My head hits the various throw pillows and some pool off the bed and onto the ground. Antonio climbs over me with a predatory gaze and lust filled in his eyes. His tongue runs over his bottom lip as his hands snake around to my back to unclasp my bra.

His mouth is the first to capture as his tongue swirls around the sensitive nub and sends shocks of pleasure right down to the place where I'm now soaking for him.

He fights the urge to rub my belly. I had noticed I gained a couple pounds. His kisses trail down and lips hover over my stomach causing butterflies. I let out a soft moan and feel his hands begin to play with the button and zipper of my jeans. I feel the denim slide down my legs leaving me only in my white cotton underwear.

Antonio crawls back up and kisses my neck taking his time gently sucking at the skin as his hands knead my breasts only making me readier for him. His hands disappear and I whimper for him to resume his ministrations until I open my eyes to see him pulling away his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and zipping down his zipper. I help him pull his pants and boxers down until he frees himself and he, in one swift motion, yanks down my underwear and leaves it around one of my ankles.

He's impatient as he spreads my legs so he can rest between them. He gives me two careful kisses on each cheek before propping himself up on his elbows and then lining his member at my entrance.

Him sticking close me to feels like home. Home, because that's what this feels like. Like coming home. Antonio is my home and even though these past months have been horrible with his constant ignoring. I couldn't bear his refuge.

"Nothing will be the same anymore. If ever something happens to me. Take care of yourself and the baby. Rocco will stay around and..."

I cut him, "nothing would happen to you. We're going to be safe-the three of us."

"My father's death. Changing the pills. Sera winning my heart. You sold to me plus being pregnant and us being in New York. These all indicates for a severe war pointing at me."

"I know this is viciously planned but whatever circumstances will bow our feet. We'll need to fight. The Giordano can't fall weak anymore. You need to fight this, Antonio." I stare at him with puzzling thoughts. "I know this may be hard to believe, but I'm ok your side." My voice comes put soft and confidently.

He brings his lips close to mine and places a light kiss on my lips, "you need to be fucking vulnerable to stand by my side. If I'm a killer, you're a killer. Where I fall, you fucking raise." His neat Italian accent sends chill down my spine. Shuddering I gulp the knot on my throat and nod my head.

"I'll be whatever you'll make me."