Sold to Mr. Giordano

Arielle

“I miss you,” Arabella says with her voice breaking over the phone. She sounds like she’s been crying. I don’t blame her.

“How is he treating you?” Like I even need to ask.

“I don’t want to worry you. I’m alive and everything is alright. It’s my duty and New York is beautiful, so is the penthouse. Things are-” she’s cut off and I hear distant talking over the line.

“Arabella? Is everything okay?”

“Is Antonio near?” She asks.

I sit up in bed and look over at Antonio sitting in his usual chair in our bedroom sipping on a glass of bourbon.

“Yeah, why?”

“Luca wants to talk to him.”

My body goes still but I get up and hand the phone to him. He raises his eyebrow and takes it and puts it against his ear. “Hello?” He says in his deep gruff voice. “Yeah… In New York?… When?… I can… okay,” he hands the phone back to me.

“Hello?” I say into the line and hope it’s not Luca on the other line.

“Looks like we will be seeing each other sooner than I expected,” Arabella says with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“What do you mean?”

“Luca just invited you two to New York. Which is good because I’ve been missing you and just about everything and everyone back in Chicago.”

I put the phone against my chest and look to Antonio to ask, “Why does Luca want us in New York?”

“Business. We have some things to take care of regarding business with the drug cartel in Mexico and the Bratva.”

“Why do I have to come? Is it safe to travel?”

“It’ll be safe. Luca said Arabella has been asking for you.”

After I talked briefly with Arabella and then Antonio about New York, it was settled. Next Friday Antonio and I are going to take the plane to New York City. This will be the first time going back to my hometown since before Lorenzo’s funeral. Come to think of it, I miss New York. Maybe not the people but I miss the city itself and how lively it’s always been. Maybe Antonio will even take me to The Metropolitan.

All night I find myself worried about Arabella, worried that Luca is treating her worse than I could ever imagine. Just by talking with her I can tell she’s lost some spirit and some of her bubbly optimism.

Antonio must’ve noticed because he rolls over to face me. I look over at the clock that read two in the morning. I thought he would’ve been sleeping but when I look at him, I can see his eyes are open. He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me against his bare chest.

His hand rubs over the slope of my stomach and moves in a circular motion, massaging me. His lips kiss my neck and gently suck and nip at the sensitive skin there.

“When we go to New York you’ll have to cover this little bump of yours,” he takes my earlobe in his mouth.

I let out a little whimper but my previous thoughts of worrying about Arabella flood my mind once more.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Stop worrying,” the hand massaging my stomach dips into my underwear and brushed against my sensitive nub causing me to arch into his touch.

I wrap my arms around him and pull his body even closer to mine. I dig my long nails into his back and softly moan as his fingers now skillfully move up and down my wet seam.

His lips capture mine and his tongue probes my lips begging me to open up for him. Our tongues dance but Antonio leads as he dominates me. His body hovers over mine and his finger enters inside of me. I shudder as he curls his index finger and hits my sweet spot. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

My lips feel bruised and swollen when he pulls away and puts his lips to even better use as he sucks on my nipple through my silk nightgown. My hands plunge into his dark hair and pull gently. He adds another finger and my legs fall wider apart.

Lost in a sea of ecstasy I wither in pleasure underneath him. My troubles and all that has previously bothered me these past few weeks including Angelo, the baby and Arabella are lost. Antonio’s skillful mouth is the only thing I can think of, the only thing I want and crave.

He rips my panties off of me leaving me bare. He pushes up my nightgown to expose my nipples. He licks until both of my nipples are pebbled wetness coating them from his licking makes them sensitive to the cool breeze of the room. His mouth lingers around my stomach planting sweet, soft kisses all along my bump. He whispers something that I can’t hear but I don’t think those words were meant for me anyways.

His tongue licks down to my throbbing core as his mouth and his fingers skillfully work to bring me precariously to orgasm. The nub at the top of my slit is throbbing and he purposely avoids it to stave off my impending release. Only when sweat coats my forehead and I’m begging does his mouth latch on and sucks so hard that I scream in a shuddering wave of pure nirvana.

When I catch my breath, I see Antonio kneeling and making his way toward my head.

“I liked that,” I say timidly without looking him in the eyes.

“Me too.” The tone in his voice was strange and I couldn’t put emotion to it. When I look up at his face, I see the side of his mouth tugged up in a half smile.

“Really?” I smile wide showing teeth.

“Really,” his thumb trails across my bottom lip.

Antonio plants a kiss on my lips and then leans across his pillow closing his eyes. “Get some sleep,” his fingertips trail over my bare back giving me goosebumps, but also calming me.

“Goodnight Xander,” I murmur before falling into a deep sleep.