by Samantha Lee
“A little,” Yvette said.
Antony pulled off, “Get used to it baby.”
“This again, don’t call me baby.”
“I thought we settled on baby at the hospital.”
Yvette rolled her eyes and Antony laughed out loud, this woman, Antony thought.
“Where are we going?” Yvette asked looking out his tinted window.
“It is a surprise.” Antony said, Yvette turned to look at him.
“I don’t like that look Antony, what kind of surprise?”
Antony picked her hand up and kissed the back of it, “The good kind baby.”
Half an hour later Antony pulled up to his parent’s house.
“Where are we?” Yvette asked as she unbuckled her seat belt. “Stay there,” Antony told her and walked around the car to open the door for her. She stepped out of the car, her black wedge shoes made a crunching noise on the gravel driveway, that led to the front door of a sprawling mansion. Antony watched her press the wrinkles from her black linen pants, he grabbed her hand, but felt her hand tighten around his, he looked down at her, then up at what scared her, his parents appeared in the open door.
“Why did you bring me here?” Yvette said.
“It’s like a band-aid, you have to rip it off. I am not going to hide you from him any longer, and both of you need to realize neither of you are going anywhere, so get along.”
“I can go where I damn well please.” Yvette said.
“I will just come and get you, again.” Antony said and kissed her on the cheek letting her hand go.
“Madre,” Antony said and hugged his mother. He turned to his father who was staring Yvette down. He looked at Yvette and was proud to see her holding her own, she was staring his father down in equal measure. “Come on Madre, show me what you made,” his mother reluctantly allowed Antony to drag her into the house. “Yvette, are you coming baby?” Antony asked. He heard the crunch of her steps as she walked toward the house.
“Mr. Carbonaro, how do you do?” Yvette asked.
“You!” Pio spat out. “What are you trying to pull here? Are you trying to murder him again?”
“I never tried to murder him before, I am on a date.”
Pio’s eyes narrowed, “I don’t trust you.”
Yvette smiled, “You shouldn’t because I owe you, but your son can trust me. It is because of him, I am holding back my anger with you. Now, why don’t we go sit down and have a nice dinner?” Yvette said and walked past him. She didn’t know where she was going but she knew how to follow the smell of food.
***
“Papa, do you have a moment?” Antony asked after they finished eating dinner. Pio’s eyes drifted to Yvette, “She’s harmless,” Antony turned to Yvette, “be a good girl.” He said with a smile.
“Keep it up Antony and your ass will be on the ground.” Yvette said. Antony bent down to whisper, “Will you be on top? Because if so, I am okay with that.”
“In your dreams.” Yvette said, “So tonight?” Antony said effectively shutting Yvette up.
Antony and his father walked to the study where Pio poured both of them a glass of scotch. “What’s going on between you and Torre? I heard you talking to him when I was on the phone earlier. Do we have a problem that needs my special brand of attention?”
“No, you don’t get involved.” Pio said slamming his glass on the coffee table between them and spilling some of the golden content. Antony pulled out his handkerchief and wiped it up. Antony gave his father a moment to calm down before pressing him for more information, “Then tell me what is happening.” Antony pleaded with his father.
“It is none of your concern. I am glad you came over tonight, but I don’t trust that woman you are seeing. There’s another who is better for you. Anyway, I thought she was dead.”
Antony smiled, “I have known where she has been this whole time, and not once did she contact the Belmonte’s.”
“That you know of son. You can’t trust anyone.”
“You know I believe that but I trust her and Sal.” Antony said and sipped his scotch.
“Trust no one.” Pio stood, “I am tired.”
Antony checked his watch, it was already after nine. “Okay, Yvette and I will get going.”
Pio and Lucette walked Yvette and Antony to the front door. “Figilo mio, I love you.” Antony hugged his mother, “Love you too Madre.” He turned to his father and Pio gave Antony a few light pats on his cheek, “Good boy.” He said. Antony nodded, he had to try one last time to find out how he could help his father. “Call me if you change your mind and think I need to get involved.” Pio shook his head.
“Damn, I am full.” Yvette said as she rested her head on the headrest of Antony’s car.
“Hmmm,” Antony was still bothered by his father’s reluctance to tell him what was happening with Torre. He didn’t feel good about it.
“Antony!” Yvette yelled.
“What?” he asked.
“Where are we going?” Yvette asked.
“My house.”
“The look on your face is murderous, I don’t want to go, take me home.”
“Where is your home Yvette?”
“At Daemon’s,” she said without hesitation.
“Hmmm, really.” Antony responded. Antony pulled up to a classy apartment building in midtown Manhattan. The building was beautiful, the store fronts had their merchandise arranged to optimize the lighting from the LED lights that were perfectly angled to cast soft shadows around the merchandise. The revolving doors moved, and a man came out to greet them. “Mr. Carbonaro, how are you today?”
“I am well. Thanks.” He handed the keys to the valet.
“You live here?” Yvette asked in awe.
“Yes,” Antony responded and guided her into the building. Inside Yvette’s eyes fixed on the beautifully decorated lobby. “Is that a water fountain?”
“Yes.”
“Does it work?” Yvette asked.
“Yes, but I only have it on during the day, the water bill gets out of hand when it is on all day and night.” Antony’s hand was at the small of her back guiding her to the elevators. “What kind of tile is this?”
“It’s not tile, it’s high gloss marble that cost me a fortune.” He lightly pushed Yvette into the elevator.
“You own this place don’t you?” Antony nodded.
“You are so far out of my league.” Yvette muttered.
Antony put his hands on his waist and pulled Yvette back to him, “My dick isn’t made of gold Yvette. I am just a man and you are my woman, and I intend to show you that I am exactly what you need.”
When he kissed her neck, Antony felt a frisson of excitement run through his entire body. He had waited far too long for this woman to be here with him. He needed her, and he would have her all night, as many times as their bodies could handle.
“Oh, we aren’t here to pick something up on the way to dropping me off?” Yvette said breathlessly.
“No, you aren’t going anywhere tonight.” Antony said and kissed up her neck to her jaw. The elevator buzzed, and Yvette was prepared to sprint out of Antony’s hold. He turned her around and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked them out of the elevator and into his penthouse foyer. Antony brought Yvette’s face down leveled with his, and kissed her. He started slowly, a sensual meeting of their lips, then she opened for him and he gently slipped his tongue inside.
***
Yvette’s body was on fire from that one kiss, she felt herself melt for him. Antony pushed her up against the wall, her legs tightened around his waist. He kissed her passionately, her mind went blank and the only thing she could focus on was Antony. The sexy way his mouth moved over hers, the way their tongues danced with each other’s in an intimate kiss. She dropped her legs, she needed to move, to take something off, she was far too hot. Her breaths came fast, when their lips broke apart. Her body shivered as he kissed down her neck. Further down at the apex of h
er thighs, she felt her self clenching, greedy to pull him inside of her. Every part of her body was alive begging wantonly, even weeping for Antony’s attention. Even the soft wind from the heater kicking on felt erotic as it blew down her back. Antony’s fingers played with her nipples through her shirt, he pulled and tugged. The sensation nearly brought her to her knees.
He bent down and gave her another long sensual kiss. She wavered, lost in him, but his hand was at her back pressing her against him. He stepped back to look at her. She knew he saw her need, her plea for him to make love to her written all over her face and etched in her eyes. She saw the question in his, “Yes,” she said and he kissed her again hard and fast.
Tonight they would not stop, they would finish what they had started months ago. Antony’s long nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons of her white linen shirt. Her white lace bra felt tight around her body, her breasts were heavy, ready for a night of passion. Yvette reached up to undo the back clips of her bra to free her heavy burden but Antony stopped her. “Don’t do that Yvette, your body is my gift to unwrap.” His voice was husky with desire. Her body reacted to the raw desire in his voice, need filled her until she was uncomfortable. She needed to move, she needed something to take the edge off, but there was nothing. Antony was in control, and she was his to do with as he pleased.
The tips of his fingers caressed the top of her breasts. Yvette’s eyes closed from pleasure. She felt his hands drift past her stomach down to her belt. Her pants fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. Antony placed a soft kiss on her eyelids, “Open your eyes. I want you to see and feel everything I am going to do to you.”
Yvette pulled him to her for a hungry kiss. Antony’s hand traveled down her arm to her hand, he pulled Yvette further into his home. Yvette barely noticed the high vaulted ceilings, and spacious open floor plan with hardwood floors, her sights were focused on Antony’s ass. He opened the door to his room and guided her to his large poster bed. She sat on the edge, and watched him unbutton his shirt. His shirt hit the ground, his biceps flexed, and his chest muscles strained. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body.
Yvette reached up and pulled off his belt. Her hands shook with excited anticipation as she unbuttoned his pants. His pants hit the floor, and he stepped out of them. She looked up and he stood in front of her, his shaft strained to be freed against his black silk boxers. Yvette reached up and carefully pulled down his boxers, his shaft jutted out, pointed straight where she wanted it, her mouth.
She licked her lips and looked up at Antony, he threw his head back in anticipation of what she was about to do next. She wrapped her mouth around him and took him in slowly, he moaned loudly, his hand flew to her head loosely holding her in place. She pulled back, and sucked him in again swirling her tongue around the head.
“Damn Yvette, I—” She took him in deeper and she felt his entire body tremble. He pushed into her mouth and reached behind her to undo her bra. Yvette let out a small groan around his swelling shaft when her breasts were freed. Antony gently pushed her away from him and onto the bed. He crawled up her body.
His lips kissed her tight nipple then his tongue swirled around the tight nub, his hand traveled down her stomach to remove her panties. She was beneath him, ready to receive him inside of her, willing and needing to feel the pressure of his long, thick, hard intrusion. She felt the rub of the head of his shaft straining to place itself where it belonged, but Antony had other plans. He kissed down her body until he reached her mound, he parted her nether lips. Yvette could feel the heat of his breath against her core before she felt the wet hardness of his tongue lick her once. Her legs wanted to close but, he pushed them open. He licked her once more, she moaned, then he devoured her. Antony sucked, licked and pulled at her until she felt dizzy. She had to get rid of some of the tension building in her body.
“Mmmm you taste like ambrosia,” he said as he crawled up her body to give her a sensual kiss. Yvette felt him at her entrance. He pushed inside of her, then pulled out, he repeated the movement over and over until she felt him filling her up, a foreign object inside of her body. Her female to his male, fully joined.
Antony held still for a moment then he moved in slow small thrusts. Yvette began to feel a warm pulsing sensation in her very depths that built upon itself with every thrust, she had never felt pleasure like this with any of her other lovers. Antony pulled out and angled himself, when he slammed back into her, she felt a pleasure so intense it ripped a scream, from a primal place that lay dormant inside of her. He kept thrusting, penetrating that place hidden deep within her depths over and over. Her body burned with a pleasure so overwhelming she didn’t know if she could handle it. She told him, “I can’t, just wait Antony, it’s too much.”
He kept thrusting hard and fast inside of her, she was close. Yvette watched him, his mouth was tight, his eyes were focused on her. Her body felt like a live wire full of searing white hot electricity with no release, she bucked wildly beneath him, made sounds at octaves she didn’t know she could reach, her head thrashed side to side. Her body was reaching, searching, to find a release, but Antony wouldn’t give it to her, he kept building her need with every thrust.
“Are you ready Yvette? You’re about to cum.” Antony said.
“Antony, please, please, yes, I need to-”
He moved inside of her, she felt his hand between them then he pressed her hard sensitive nub and her body exploded with pleasure, so intense it bordered pain. Yvette threw her head back and screamed, as the explosion traveled through her entire body and pulsated at her core. Her body trembled uncontrollably, she looked up at Antony, he was still thrusting inside of her, harder and faster, she felt the aftershocks of her release pulsate around him. “So fucking sexy,” he said before his head went back and he yelled. “Fuck, yes, Yvette!” a few more thrusts and he collapsed over her. Yvette ran her hands up his back feeling the sweat from his exertion. He bent down and gave her another long passionate kiss as their bodies came down from their love making.
Antony pulled out of her and rolled off of her. “Don’t move,” he said and walked toward the bathroom. Antony was in a daze, he was unsure about the feelings that went through him when he came. He felt with every part of himself that this woman was his and all he wanted, all he needed. He had never felt that way before. Every time he made love to a woman it was clinical. He knew he would release, and he expected it when it came. He let the pleasure of the orgasm pass through him, and relax him, but never had he felt the fierce possessiveness that he felt right now. He grabbed a towel off the rack and wiped himself down, he wet another towel for Yvette.
He walked to the bed, and softly wiped Yvette clean of the remnants of their joining. Finished, Antony threw the towel on the floor, climbed back into the bed, and pulled her to him before he drifted to sleep, yet another first he shared tonight with Yvette.
Chapter Nineteen
Yvette heard Antony’s phone ringing, “Antony,” she wiggled against him. “What baby,” he answered, his voice groggy from sleep. He pulled Yvette closer. “Your phone.” Yvette said.
“Leave it, go back to sleep.” Antony kissed the top of her hair.
Yvette couldn’t let it rest, “But they have called several times.”
Antony unwrapped his arms around her and felt for his phone on the nightstand, as he picked it up it rang again.
“Get to your parent’s house now, shots fired.” Sal said, his voice was panicked.
Antony shot up and off the bed. His mind immediately cleared of the fog of satiated sleep. He was alert. “On my way, where are you?”
“On my way too. ETA five minutes.” Sal said.
Antony hung up the phone. Yvette sat up and pulled a sheet over her naked body, “What is going on?” Yvette asked.
Antony didn’t answer he was focused on getting dressed, he moved a picture and used his thumb to open the safe filled with money and guns. “Damnit Antony, what the fuck is happening, let me h
elp you.”
Antony looked at her, “Get dressed and grab a gun from here, ammo is in there too.”
Yvette grabbed her bra and panties off the floor, ran to the safe, grabbed a .45 and two spare clips. “My clothes are in the front of the house. How do I get there?” she asked. Her conversation straight to the point. Get the facts, make a plan and execute. Cut out the unnecessary shit.
Antony hastily pulled a black t-shirt over his head, “Go to the left and keep straight.” Yvette ran out of the room, by the time she finished her last button Antony walked toward her, his features were closed off, a far cry from the passion he felt only a few hours before. “Let’s go.” He said.
Antony sped toward his parent’s house. The streets were clear at two in the morning. If the police stopped him they would have to fucking follow him to his parent’s house because he wasn’t stopping. He hit his parent’s driveway full speed. He heard the shots before he pulled to a stop. He rolled out of the driver’s side door, gun in hand. He looked in the car and Yvette was gone, he shouldn’t have brought her with him. His attention would be split between her and getting to his parents. He looked up and she was running between cars. She squatted between a car, “Get in the house, I will handle things out here.” She yelled over the sound of bullets firing and hitting, trees, brick, and metal. “Go! I’ll cover you.” She said and moved again. She used the hood of Sal’s car and shot into the darkness. Antony watched for a second, her aim was steady, she was focused. Antony ran into the house ducking and rolling to a stop. The room was clear. He ran toward his father’s study. “Please, please, please,” he said when he moved to the door of the study. He kicked the door down and saw a man jump out of the open window, his father was face down on the ground, blood poured from a wound he couldn’t see. He ran to the window and shot in the direction he saw the shooter run. Why weren’t the emergency lights on? They couldn’t see shit in the dark. Antony almost jumped out of the window after the shooter but he heard his father. “Antony.” Antony ran to his father sliding on his knees. He felt his father’s blood staining his pants. He felt numb. He turned his father over, “Antony, my good boy,” his father’s bloody hand went to his cheek, “Don’t trust anyone but Gino, nobody but Gino and his Family.”