𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃'𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨

His touch

When Fernando came back with Angela, we headed to the airport.

"Let's take my jet. It's much bigger." Antonio said.

"Of course, mister D'omicano." Fernando said. It was nice hearing him calling someone 'mister' he usually thinks he's the boss of everything but here he is... calling someone 'mister'.

We got on the plane and I took a seat next to Fernand, he started rubbing my thighs making me feel uncomfortable...

"Take this hotel card. I booked one extra room for you."

I nodded obeyingly. "Oh and if you think I'm blind, I'm not. I see what's going on between you two", he spoke as he started squeezing my thighs instead of rubbing them. "What do you mean?" I tried to play it off. "I don't want you to talk to him or get near him. If I see you two together I'll fucking hurt you, am I clear?"

"Y-yes."

"How's life, Teresa?" Angela narrowed her eyes at me. She hates me because I get to live in Fernando's mansion and she can't. "Good", I responded knowing it's far from good.

Fernando and Antonio talked about business and Angela and I just mined our own business.

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We landed in Dubai and it was hot as hell. A black limo picked us up and dropped us at the hotel. Antonio grabbed my hand to walk me to his hotel room.

"My husband ordered another room for me," I said as I pulled my hand back.

"He did? I'll deal with him later."

"There's no need for me to sleep in your room when I have mine"

"Shut up n come with me", he demanded dominantly. All I could think about is Fernando's warning.

When he opened the door my eyes became bigger. This room is big. Bigger than my own room. The bed is bigger than every bed I've ever seen.

"We're going out on a dinner. Here wear this dress and also wear the red lingerie I told you to take with you."

"I don't have it with me," I said even though I was wearing it right now.

"Wasn't I clear enough when I said you should take it with you? I may not beat you as your husband does but I have my ways to make a woman obey me."

Why does he think he can control me. I'm not a dog. Sheesh. He looked at me with his dark eyes. "Wear the dress" he demanded.

"Would you mind turning around?" I said with an attitude. He smirked and came closer.

"Wear. The. Fucking. Dress, Teresa. You're beginning to annoy me. Don't forget who I am and what I said."

"Okay, I'll wear the dress but please just turn around." He sighed and turned around.

Just when I was half-naked in my red lingerie he turned around. He smiled proudly as his eyes were pierced on my boobs. I covered my breast with my hand ashamed as my cheeks glowed red.

"You did bring it, I see"

Aɴᴛᴏɴɪᴏ's ᴘᴏᴠ

The things I would do to this girl right now. She makes me wanna fu- No, no Antonio. What are you saying? Women mean weakness. I'm Antonio D'omicano. I don't need a weak spot but still, she got curves at the right places. All those bruises on her body just made me angry.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. She looked nervous. I could see her cheeks getting red. I wanted to bend her over the table right there and devour her until she was shaking. I leaned in to kiss her but she stopped me.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Antonio."
The way she says my name is enough to turn me on.

Tᴇʀᴇsᴀ's ᴘᴏᴠ

Why does his touch make me feel so weird? Never has someone touched me as he does. Even Fernando never touches me.

"You don't like it?" He asked.
"No, it's not that. I...I'm just nervous."
"No need to be nervous." 

He kissed my neck slowly as his hands wandered over my whole body. "Don't. I-I'm a virgin", I admitted.

"So you never even got your neck kissed before?"
I stayed quiet...  

He turned around and pushed my chin up with his finger.
"Answer me."
"It's none of your fucking business Antonio."
"None of my fucking business?"
"Yes, now move out of my way." I pushed him aside and walked out of the room.

The way he looked at me. I knew he was furious but he didn't say or do a thing.
When we got in the elevator I heard someone screaming my name. It was Fernando.

"Teresa, where are you going?"
"Mister D'omicano wants to take me on a dinner."
"Mister D'omicano, with all due respect. Teresa is my fucking wife. Mine. I own her. If you want her you should've married her but she's mine already so keep your fucking distance."

"Fine then. I will marry her."