Antonio's POV
“I don't want a toy that is already broken,” I said, pulling her hands down as if her touch didn't burn in the most delicious way. “It's no fun,”
“I see.” She said quietly, I moved past her successfully hiding the bulge in my pants as I dialed Madame Loretta on the intercom.
“Come take her away.”
Before I do something I regret
The five minutes I waited for Madam Loretta felt longer than my three decades of life.
She arrived not a second too soon and took that woman away, the second she was out the door I could finally breathe and my bulge was finally relaxing.
Normally I'm not the type to be slaved by my base desires. That was for weaker men who decided with the head downstairs not THE Antonio Moretti.
It all started from the second that bastard Jeremy showed me her picture.
She was wearing this big, goofy smile that ran from one ear to the next wearing a one piece that evoked an immediate reaction from me. I already had more than enough women working for me and killing Jeremy was supposed to send a message.
But then I thought why not eat my cake and have it too?
Jeremy will eventually crawl back counting change and betting his life on the line again.
I accepted his offer, she walked into the hotel room and I sucked in a breath.
She looked way better than her pictures, and those were already devastating enough.
Jeremy slithered out of the room before she began to strip, keeping my hands to myself as she did so made me realize that this was probably how the people who found themselves at the other end of my gun felt.
Pure torture.
I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, crush her underneath myself and wear her out until she couldn't walk for days. The feeling was so intense I wondered if I had been drugged by an aphrodisiac, because I had never reacted to a woman this strongly before to the point that it almost threatened my sanity.
Then she came over and kissed me, confusing me for the bastard.
And I didn't care, I got into that kiss like it was nobody's business coating the inside of her mouth with my saliva, and I didn't want to stop there. I wanted to leave traces of myself all over her so that anyone that met her would know she was mine.
Fortunately my men stationed outside knocked her out before I snapped.
There was a bed in my study, I was supposed to have her tonight and get her out of my system. But the words she says and her touch on my neck kept repeating itself in my head.
I planted my hands on the table, taking deeper breaths than eventually shallow ones until I was able to straighten myself before one of my soldiers stepped in.
"Boss, it's about the new shipment..." I grabbed my quotes from my chair before he could finish, throwing it over my shoulders.
"Let's move, you can fill me in on the way."
Indeed, I am Antonio Moretti. Nothing and no one can sway me.
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"She refuses to eat?" I asked Madam Loretta, she had taken care of me ever since I was a boy running after my father's shadow, the closest thing to the mother I never had.
She nodded and I dropped my fork, the steak in my mouth losing taste instantly as I stared down at what still remained on my plate.
"She's been here for 3 days. Are you saying that she hasn't eaten a single morsel of food since then?"
Madam Loretta confirmed it with a nod, I raked my fingers through my hair watching everything complicated in front of me.
The plan I had drafted in my head was perfect: keep her here for a week, prepare her for the job ahead and then make sure I avoid her like the plague until she was gone out of sight and completely out of mind forever.
But now she was drawing attention to herself.
"Should I ask one of your soldiers to deal with her?" Madame Loretta suggested and the idea felt worse than the stake I was still chewing.
"No," I said a little more firmly than I intended to then cleared my throat steadying my voice, "I'll handle this personally,"
I should have known she would react extremely like this, after her entire world collapsed but usually I wasn't the one that had to deal with it. Why was I intentionally putting myself in a position where I had to be the one to handle it?
Even Madame Loretta made a confused face when I said I would handle it myself but of course she did not question me.
A few minutes later a soldier opened up the door of the room where she was kept underneath my mansion.
As soon as the door opened I heard the sound of glass shattering and one of the maids screamed. At the center of the chaos was that woman.
I could already tell what had happened from start to finish from what I was seeing. They had probably tried to force feed her and she had resisted, leading to the class of water she had shattered and one of the shards flying into it made like scraping past.
"Take her to doc," I said to the other maid without looking at either of them, my attention was completely fixed on the woman in front of me.
She had slimmed it down considerably in just 3 days, so much so that her collarbone was poking out and her cheeks had begun to sink in. I despised that it felt like a pinch in my heart to see her like that, she was just one of many my body needed to stop reacting to her like I was a teenager having his first crush.
When her eyes locked with mine she pulled out a smile that didn't reach her.
"You're here.... finally.”