Vernandi's Attempt

ELENA'S POV;

The mafias had a gathering to do. He wanted me to come for it and had hired many female workers because of me. He sent one of them to get me a gown. Of course, we were going to meet at a masquerade ball. I wore the black lace gown and silver heels. The female worker helped me with my hair, letting it loose before curling it. Then my makeup... I noticed this female worker didn't ask for the colour of lipstick I wanted. She just went ahead to put a dark shade of red then she smiled.

"Perfect. So many eyes will be on you." She said giddily and I smiled at her enthusiasm.

The dress exposed my cleavage and a split at the side. The door opened, revealing a very masculine man, Antonio. His hair was gelled into perfection, his brows perfectly shaped and I hadn't taken her time to observe him before but, Damon Antonio was a very handsome, intelligent, smart and wealthy man. He just didn't have a heart at first. I looked back at the mirror, trying to ignore him. The worker dismissed herself as he strode towards me.

I didn't move, instead, stared him in the eye. His green eyes scanned my outfit, and the look it had showed he approved it. He took me by the hand and together, we walked out of the room till we got outside. His black fancy car gleamed in the moonlight, and the tires themselves looked very expensive. Once they were in, the driver drove off to the ball.

My heart pounded as we walked into the ballroom. So many men dressed in black attire with their women. All I wanted to do now was sit and relax. I was too uncomfortable meeting new people after that night’s meeting with Derek. As a matter of fact, I realized Antonio and Leonardo were probably here because they were searching for Derek, but I doubted it. I doubted the fact that he would actually be here even though I was looking out for him as well. When I got tired, I looked about, checking to see if I would find a sofa or chair. I really felt stupid. A sofa in a ballroom? But still, I looked up at him and said.

"I need to sit."

"Wait till you meet my colleagues."

"What?" A voice came from behind us and we both turned to see the man that...my eyes widened the instant I saw him. Oh my god...I couldn't...I couldn't believe it was him...my mouth went slightly agape. Memories of that night began to hit me.

'You're safe mama I won't hurt you...' I moaned as his fingers worked on me.

'You're fragile and I won't rush you...'

'You're fucking tight...'

That was the first time I had such pleasurable sex with someone. I wanted him to come all the time but he never did after that and I felt wounded because he made me feel like someone and not a toy. My eyes were glued to him as he approached us.

"Vito," Antonio said, giving his good friend a firm handshake semi-hug. Vito shifted his gaze to me and I couldn't help but blush, thinking about that night. I wasn't used to stares either. Why was he staring though? Did he recognize me? I made sure to take a good look at his face so I could remember him but I never thought he did the same for me. I hoped Antonio didn't see it because he wouldn't spare me at all. I sucked at maintaining eye contact with strangers, and talk less of people that had suddenly reappeared in my life. Vito was a drop-dead gorgeous kind of man, one that lots of expensive women loved to spend their time with. His cologne wafted through my nostrils...it was just the same as that night. I gently hid myself behind Antonio who noticed my unease. His grip tightened around my hand as though to tell me it was alright, but he had no idea what was really happening to me.

"We meet again soon to be Antonio" He took me by the hand and pecked the back of it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again, Vernandi." He smiled and then turned to his friend again.

"Count yourself lucky my friend. If you hadn't found her first I wouldn't have wasted my time searching." Antonio scoffed at his friend's words like it was unbelievable. "I might still have a chance if you don't..."

"Don't even think about it, Vito, for your own good." Antonio chuckled at his words.

"Alright. I don't want my tongue on a platter, so I'd better hold it." He glanced at me as he said the last part and I pressed my lips together knowing what he was referring to. "I'll see you later my friend. I have other important things to attend to." Antonio rolled his eyes.

He then escorted me to the long table.

"Stay here." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a child."

"You sure as hell act like one most of the time." I bit my lip at his statement. He turned before leaving. Not long after a man came to stand beside me. I glanced at him, noticing he too was quite handsome and gentle even. He sipped his vodka in peace, observing everything that was going on before his eyes. Then, as though he just noticed someone was beside him, he glanced at me. His brow cocked at the sight of me.

Without saying anything, he turned towards the event once more. Feeling uncomfortable and the need to ease myself, I stood and walked out of the ballroom looking for a restroom. The hallway was dark, so I didn't notice anyone following me until I felt a hand grab me, pulling her towards a body...a very masculine body. I had no idea who it was but I felt it lean to my ear.

"Hello, princesa."

My voice hitched in my throat at the familiar voice. "What do you want?" I asked with fear.

"I see you're with him now." I gulped because he remembered me. "I'm not here to hurt you, just to give you what Vito has failed to. May I propose?" I felt his hand reach into my clothes.

"Mr Vernandi." I gasped trying to move away but he drew me closer even to himself. "Please stop."

"I know how Damon Antonio is princesa. Dominating, unforgiving, unyielding just like your father." I stopped struggling because he was right. "You want freedom, don't you? I can give it, if you just follow me," He said.

"I didn't know you were willing to go behind your friend's back like this." I scowled. "And how did you know about my father?"

"That's for me to know, in fact, I'm doing Damon a favour. It's for the best." He said but I kept quiet, saying nothing. His hand slowly cupped my face. "Have you ever felt like a princess in your father's arms?" He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Has anyone ever made you feel this way?" His fingers brushed my face and I shuddered, my memory flying to the past. "You want to be loved princess, you want to feel loved. And I hope you'll give me the chance to give it. You deserve better." I felt his hands drop to my waist. I missed his touch...so gentle, but they weren't as wonderful as. "If you don't want it, I promise I won't force you. I'm not Vito." I moved away.

"I..I can't. I'm engaged. Go find someone else Mr Vernandi." I moved away...or tried to when he took my hand before crushing his lips on mine. My eyes widened as he forced my lips open, he stuck his tongue in. I weakly slapped his chest, trying to push him away. He wasn't having it. He wanted me to melt into his arms, he wanted me to submit. He knew I wanted it but was unwilling to admit it. Yes, I wanted it because I had missed his touch ever since that night. But I had someone else...I couldn't. If Antonio caught me in this position I was going to be as dead, so much as Vito. Then his tongue moved to her neck. I unintentionally moaned and hated my life at the moment. I needed to stop.

"No," I whispered. "Stop...ah." His finger found my clit. I pushed him with all that I had and slapped him in the face. To my surprise, he smiled.

"That's it." Realizing what I just did, I wasted no time running away before bumping into someone. I looked up and didn't need anybody telling her who it was.

"I told you to stay put." He growled. Oh no, not this side of him again.

"I..." He took my hand and began to walk, not caring whether I could keep up with him or not. "I needed to use the restroom."

"Really, and it took that long."

"Antonio..."

"Tell me, what were you doing in there?" Tears stung my eyes again. I had no excuse because he obviously knew about it.

"I...I didn't know..." He didn't let me finish and continued to walk until we got to his car.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Antonio..."

"Answer me!"

"It wasn't my fault." But you wanted it. My subconscious accused me. To say I felt guilty was an understatement.

"Get on your knees."

"An..."

"Don't make me repeat myself." I reluctantly got on my knees and waited for him to unbuckle his belt. He dropped it by his side before releasing himself. "You know what to do." Sluggishly, I moved to suck him. He hissed as the warmth of my mouth touched him. He took me by the hair and went deeper into my mouth. With how big he was, it was impossible to take him all. I gagged, having him roll his eyes in pleasure. "Yes...yes..." He moved my head and his hip till he spilt his load.

This time I didn't pull away and sucked everything up. Then he removed my head.

"Undress." I wasted no time doing so. And his eyes were on my titties. And as a result, my nipples were erected under his gaze. He brought me close to himself Like I was a feather, my legs on both sides of him. He took one nipple into his mouth then sucked, hard. I bite my lips as I close my eyes. "Did he make you feel this way, princess?"

"Antonio...ah." He continued his assault on my nipples till I noticed his bulge growing underneath me. The fact that I was moving on him as he continued his assault wasn't helping. I heard him groan.

"Did he make you feel this way?"

"N...no." I was hot. He made me lie on the couch before he was on top of me. Grinding his hips, I became wetter. He opened my gown and paused before looking me in the eye. Then he lowered himself. I arched the moment I felt his mouth on my clit. I cried out as he twirled his tongue, licking and sucking. My hand found his hair, gripping tightly I continued to moan out loud. I jerked upwards when I felt one of his fingers enter me. Thrusting into me, my cries were breaking, unable to control myself, I began to buck my hips, but he placed my hips down.

I needed more and whimpered when he didn't permit me to move my hips. Then he moved up, looking me in the eyes.

"I want to see your pleasure face." I didn't get what he was saying until I felt something thick enter me, without any pause. I screamed but it was muffled when he covered my mouth with his hands. He began to thrust very slowly. The pain was still there as he could feel my walls clench around him. "Fuck." He exclaimed. "So fucking tight." He could barely move as he felt me adjust to his size. A bead of sweat dropped from his forehead.

When he noticed my breathing slowing down, he began to thrust mercilessly. Pounding into me the way he liked. I gasped, moaning, letting out strangled shouts.

"Nobody...is permitted to touch you except me. Who is allowed to touch you, princess?"

I bit my tongue, trying to hold my scream as I was overwhelmed by the pleasure and gasped as he slapped my ass. "Only who can touch you?"

"Y..you."

"What's my name?"

"Antonio." He smacked her ass once more. "Antonio!!" He smirked.

"That's right." He continued to pound into me. Then slowly but harshly eased himself in.

"Ah..." he repeated the same thing "Ah..."

"That's it slut, take all of me." He entered me fully and the sloppy sound of their sexes met my ears turning me on even more. I began bucking my hips. "Fuck." He hissed. I was close... reaching my climax. "Don't cum." He continued to pound.

"Please..."

"I said don't cum, puttana." I clenched around him again. "Fuck, if you keep doing that I'm going to cum." He continued with his thrusting. "Cum for me amor." I cried out as I came. Shortly after, he came too.