Page 25 of His Playground (Owning Vegas #2)
Chapter Twenty-Four
S omething shifts in Carlo. He drags me upwards.
His cock falls out of my mouth, and before I know it, he has me spun around and pushed up against the wall.
One hand wraps around the front of my throat; his other is frantically tugging at my underwear until he’s satisfied they’re out of his way. His fingers push into my opening.
I’m already drenched. Let’s face it. I just have to look at my husband to be turned on.
“Is this for me?” Carlo grunts right next to my ear, his breath tickling my neck.
“Y-yes,” I manage to get out, my knees buckling as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of me. Until he withdraws them, leaving me feeling empty and wanting more. But not for long.
Carlo quickly angles my hips away from the wall, while pushing the top half of my body harder against it. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. And then, with one hard thrust, he’s buried inside me.
“Ahh!” I scream, as a mix of pain and pleasure radiate through me.
“I’m going to fucking kill them all,” he whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
His words shouldn’t have the effect on me that they do.
I definitely should not be more turned on.
But I just told him to kill my father. I’ve already earned my one-way ticket to hell.
Maybe now it’s time to embrace this darkness.
His darkness. I don’t even know who he’s talking about.
I don’t care either. All I can focus on is the way his cock hits that magic spot every time he thrusts into me.
“Oh my god!” My cries, mixed with moans and the sounds of our bodies slapping together, echo off the walls of the empty room.
“Not God. Me. Your husband,” Carlo says. “You are mine, Antonia. You are my wife.” His thrusts become harder. Faster and more vicious. I don’t know if he’s trying to convince me or himself.
“I’m yours,” I tell him, getting the feeling that’s exactly what he needs to hear right now. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, Carlo.”
“Fuck.” His hand reaches around the front of my body and those talented fingers of his find my clit.
My body stiffens as I chase the edge of my climax.
“I want you to soak my dick, Antonia. Come all over me. Show me how much you want my cock, how much you like it fucking you.” He presses gentle kisses up and down the side of my neck, the gesture a stark contrast to the filthy words leaving his mouth.
“When I kill them, I’ll bring you their balls in a jar,” he says.
My pussy clenches around him. My orgasm rushes over me. Fast. Intense. My knees buckle, and if it weren’t for Carlo holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the ground.
“Fuck yes!” he grits out as he pushes into me two more times, finding his own release.
I wince when he pulls out.
“Did I hurt you?” Carlo asks, spinning me around.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He brushes a hand over my throat, where his fingers were digging into my skin. I have no doubt there’s a bruise, but also, totally worth it .
“Don’t be. I liked it.” I smile up at him.
“I’m fully aware of that.” He chuckles.
“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I say, stepping out of my panties. I bend to pick them up. Carlo beats me to it, though.
“You don’t need these,” he tells me as he pockets them.
I lift a shoulder and walk towards the bathroom. “Suit yourself. If you want all your men getting a glimpse of my vajayjay when I get in and out of your car, because this skirt is pretty short, that’s totally your choice.”
“Wait! I take it back. Put these on,” he says.
I turn to find him right behind me, shoving my panties into my palm. “Thanks.” I push up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Won’t be long,” I tell him before closing myself inside the bathroom.
I lean against the door and take a big breath, wondering how I went from being pissed at him, to letting him fuck me like an animal against the wall.
As we leave the house, I feel like something has shifted between Carlo and me. I feel more… connected to him. Like we’re one and the same. It’s weird but I’m… at ease.
“This place really is perfect. I think Jazzy will love it.” I turn in my seat to face Carlo. He has one hand on the steering wheel, the other on my thigh.
“I hope so,” he says. “I appreciate how welcoming you are of her, by the way. You didn’t sign up for a kid.”
“I didn’t sign up for you either,” I remind him. “But I’m glad it’s you. And she’s a part of you, Carlo. I love you, and I love her.”
“I love you,” he replies, turning to look at me for a moment before his attention goes back to the road. “I want those names on my desk by morning.”
“What?”
“Names. I want them all,” he says.
“What names?”
“Of every guy you let fuck you when we weren’t together. I told you I’m going to kill them all,” he explains.
That’s who he was talking about. I laugh. “That is a long list that you’re never getting.”
Carlo’s head snaps to me. “What the fuck? How many?” he growls.
“I’ve lost count.” I shrug. I haven’t, but he doesn’t need to know that. He made me think he’d cheated on me for years. He made me question my worth. His jealousy over people he didn’t have to see with his own eyes and who really are none of his damn business is a small price for him to pay.
“Antonia, this isn’t a joke. How fucking many?” he presses.
“How many women did you fuck in the last two years, Carlo? How many women have warmed your bed in the same spot I used to lie? How many women have you kissed as if they’re your entire world, when it should have been me?” I ask him, matching his tone.
“That’s…” He trails off when I glare at him.
“I think that it’s best for both of us to not talk about the past, Carlo. I’m trying really hard to have faith in you, in us. And constantly being taken back to that day isn’t helping.” I sigh.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He picks up my hand, brings it to his mouth, and gently kisses the back of my wrist.
“Me too,” I whisper.
“I made an appointment to look at a school tomorrow. Do you want to come with me and Jazzy?” he says, pauses, then adds, “Will you come, please? I don’t know shit about school. I was never good at it, but you are.”
“Of course I’ll come. Does she know?” I ask.
“She’s about to find out. I figure after we check out the school, we can show her the house.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” I agree.
When we get back to the penthouse, Carlo leaves to go and collect Jazzy. I decide to take the time to run a bath and call my friends.
Georgia picks up first. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you in the tub?”
“Yes.”
“In the middle of the afternoon?” She lifts a questioning brow.
“If you knew how filthy I just got, you’d understand why I needed a bath.” I laugh.
“Whoa, hey there, Antonia. Looking good.” Jasper Reid’s face fills the screen.
I point the camera towards the ceiling. Not that he saw anything. I’m completely covered by the bubbles. “Jasper,” I say. “Don’t you have something else you can do?”
“I was doing it, but then you called and interrupted.” He smirks.
“Georgia, tell your boyfriend exactly what my husband would do to him if he knew he was talking to me while I’m in the tub,” I tell my friend.
“Shit. Jasper, give me my phone back. Go and make me a sandwich or something.” She shoves at him. I don’t catch Jasper’s response, but Georgia’s face fills the screen again. “Sorry about that. He’s gone.”
“Since when does Jasper Reid make sandwiches?” I laugh.
“Miracles happen daily,” Georgia hums. “So, tell me every filthy detail.”
“Wait, why is Luna not answering?” I ask.
“She said something about visiting her parents,” Georgia tells me.
“Okay, so Carlo bought a house.” I start with that, and then go on to explain the rest in vague detail.
“You seem happy. Are you happy?” Georgia asks.
“I am. It’s crazy, right? I’m scared,” I whisper, although no one is around to hear me.
“What are you scared of?” she replies.
“When he made me think he cheated, it destroyed me, Georgia. You were there. It made me question my worth. I really thought it was me. That I just wasn’t enough. What if I’m still not enough?” I ask her.
“Oh, honey, you are more than enough, and if he doesn’t see that, he isn’t worth having you,” she says.
“Yeah. You’re right,” I say, even though I don’t feel that way.