11. Sinful Book 1
"Cara" he started but I didn't give him the chance to continue talking.
"What? So, you're just gonna keep fucking me? And then what? Huh?" I yelled.
"Ca-"
"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Antonio but, I'm not interested. And you better come take me home because I'm not wasting anymore money on your sorry ass" I spat.
"Alright, let me get my keys" he sighed and went around the big table behind him.
He looked so solemn like he didn't just ask me to give him my body to use however he wanted.
He grabbed his car keys and a shirt, putting the shirt on swiftly, then he motioned for me to follow him, I did and when we got to the car, he opened the door for me.
Trying to be a gentleman now, I see.
He got in and started to drive and it was silent.
Or so I thought.
"I'm only letting you go now because I want you to take your time to think about it," he said.
What????
The fucking nerves of this guy.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked him
"If you don't think about it Cara Mia, I'm gonna have to change your mind... THE HARD WAY" the way he said it with so much confidence had me feeling like he had changed my mind already.
And 'the hard way'? What does that even mean?
"Are you out of your mind? The hard way? What are you? A mafia lord? You're gonna kidnap me and hang me to the ceiling and torture me till I accept your proposal?" I blabbed. You can't really blame me at this point, this man is crazy.
"You're giving me ideas Cara" he replied softly.
"Well, I'm not going to change my mind, I'm not some sex doll that you'd just come to for sex and go" I told him and he was silent.
"I do want you for sex but, I also want to know what will happen in a long run" he said and at that point, I felt like strangling him to his death.
"Long run? There's no long run with you. I won't hinder myself from getting good relationships that can even lead to marriage because you want to 'see what will happen in the long run' mister" I told him.
"Whatever you say, I will change your mind though" he said and turned on the radio; like telling me 'shut up hoe, I'm done talking'
Shortly after, we arrived at my apartment and I got off immediately; I didn't want him getting any ideas.
"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" He asked me and I shot him a nasty look.
"I guess I'll be coming in then" he said and walked past me to the elevator.
"I didn't invite you in," I told him when I got to the elevator.
"Really? Because your eyes said something different" he said, giving me his 'I really want to fuck you' look.
What is wrong with this man? Was he sex starved?"
"Did Jolie sex starve you?" I asked him and I swear I could feel his body become stiff from beside me.
"No she didn't" he replied sternly.
Okayyyyy.
When the elevator got to my floor, we both came off and he looked at me and smiled.
"I just want a glass of water" he said, with a sexy ass smirk on his lips.
"Right" I said and opened the door and we got in.
I went straight to the kitchen to get him a glass of water while he was roaming about the living room.
"How can one person be dressed in sweats and still have this effect on me?" He asked out of the blue and when I turned, he was directly behind me.
I looked down at what he was referring to and I saw the bulge in his trousers; my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Well, you better fix yourself, here's your glass of water and when you're done, make sure you shut my door" I mustered up courage to say.
"Is that what you really want? Cara, is that what you want?" He asked.
He knew what he was doing to me, he knew the effect he had on me and I knew if I opened my mouth to say anything else, I'd be done for so, I went for a a safer option, I nodded my head but the mad man wasn't having it.
"Use your words Cara" he said and I was stuck
"Mmmm, why won't you talk to me?" He's sexy voice asked.
He drew me close to him and as stupid as I am, I couldn't resist.
He gently placed his lips on the crook of my neck and I knew I was a goner.
My eyes shot close immediately.
"You love what I do to you Cara, don't you?" He whispered, using his tongue on my neck.
Oh God save me.
Stopped kissing my neck and when I opened my eyes, his eyes were on me.
"Do you want me to kiss you Cara?" He asked.
Since when do you fucking ask questions? Kiss me please!
"Kiss me" I managed to say.
He grabbed my neck, pulling me impossibly closer to him, then he placed his lips on mine; kissing me fervently, gently and softly.
"I can make you feel like this everyday Cara" he said in between kisses.
"Let me," he said.
He's doing it. He's doing exactly what he said he would do: get me to change my mind and I can't believe I'm letting him.
He grabbed the band of my sweatpants, slowly pulling it down and when he was satisfied with how low my sweatpants were hanging, he released it and placed his hands on my ass, grabbing it for dear life.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed.
"Let me Cara, let me make you feel this way everyday" he whispered into my mouth.
"Oh God, just fuck me already" I groaned.
"Not until you accept my proposal Cara" he said.
He stopped kissing me and put two of his fingers into his mouth, licking it; he pulled his fingers from his mouth and shifted my panties, inserting his fingers into me.
"Oh" I jerked.
Damn, that would never get old.
"Answer me Cara" he said, pulling his fingers out and back in, first, slowly, then faster.
"Oh my" I moaned.
I am so ashamed of myself.
Without warning, he pulled his fingers out of me and didn't put it back in.
I opened my eyes and he was sucking my juice from his fingers.
"When you have an answer, come to me and I'll finish what I started" he said, grabbed the glass of water, drank it and just like that, he left my apartment.
