by Cm Hutton
“Oh, yes. Now, il mio amante. Now.” He practically screamed the words as pounded into me a few more times before pouring himself into me, causing my body to orgasm with his.
“Oh, God!” As my body convulsed, he slammed his mouth onto mine and kissed me deeply. I hated the guilt, but as I came down from my orgasm, my body felt sated, calmer. After a few minutes, Antonio released my mouth and looked into my eyes.
“Thank you,” he said, kissing my nose. “I needed to do that. As a man, as your husband, I needed to empty myself into your body. Did I hurt you?”
“No. I don’t think so. I do need to get up and go to the bathroom, though.” I gave a slight smile.
“Okay. Yes. Here.” He pulled us both up to a sitting position, his cock still inside me. I felt it twitch, and he grinned. “It missed you.” I didn’t say anything, just stared and tried to climb off his lap. “Not yet.”
“I just need to go to the bathroom, Antonio. Please.”
Without a word, he stood with me and I had to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from falling as he walked us both into the bathroom. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the restroom. I will put you down when we get in there.”
“Stop. I can walk.”
“No. I’m planning to put you right back on top of me as soon as you are done. I need more. Now.” He sat me on my feet right next to the toilet.
I sat and peed, feeling huge relief. Antonio stood over me and waited. “Um, I might need a little break from what we just did. Could we get some food now?”
“Not yet.”
“But I think the baby is hungry.” I couldn’t help the little grin as I watched his eyebrows raise and his mouth drop open in shock.
“Oh, so you are going to try that, huh?” I could tell it humored him, so I nodded my head and smiled. “Is our lovemaking so terrible that you would rather eat?”
“Yes…” I attempted to joke, and he laughed out loud. I had to keep things civil. I knew in my heart that Jason and Craig were looking for me. Time…I needed time.
“Wrong answer. Now I have to try again.”
I finished going to the bathroom and stood to go wash my hands. He followed right behind me, just waiting to grab my body. I spun to face him.
“Oh, you are a sassy one today, mia moglie.” My wife. He picked up one of my legs, wrapped it around his waist, and thrust his cock back inside me. I threw my head back at the sudden sensation, and he lifted my other leg so that he could carry me back to the bedroom. But instead of going to the bed, he walked outside to the large balcony and sat in a lounge chair, me straddling him. “Ride me. Now.” I moved my hips slowly and stared at Antonio’s face. He was watching my body. One of his hands came up and laid on my stomach, and I saw him smile. The other hand wrapped around to my ass and he squeezed it. “Ride harder. I need it.” I did as he asked, and within a few minutes we were both moaning out our releases. “Ahh…yes! Always only for me.”
No, Antonio. I wouldn’t be yours much longer.
Chapter 24
Jason
I was so fucking exhausted.
But adrenaline kept me going. I had to get to my Lori Ann.
The flight was incredibly long. Thirteen hours, with two different layovers. As soon as I landed, I rented a car and started looking. I’d tried to call Craig, Frank, and Ty, but all three phones went straight to voicemail, so I assumed they were still flying.
I flashed my badge a few places, talked to a local, and went on a hunch that The Italian would try to find a nice, secluded place on the island. As I searched, I kept hearing Lori Ann’s words… “Jace, you know as well as anyone that I need to be able to protect myself. He will come looking for me. You know it. I know it.” I promised her I would protect her and keep her crazy husband away.
I failed.
But not again. I had to find her. Three days had gone by, and I prayed like hell that she was still on Maui.
I wasn’t paying attention to the time, but apparently a few hours had passed because I received a text from Craig letting me know the team had landed on the island.
Craig:
Just landed. Tell me you’re in one piece and not dead.
I called him back. “Hey. Where are you?” Craig answered.
“Driving. And, yes, I’m fine. Just narrowing down my search. I think I’ve found a remote compound that’s promising.”
“Where?”
“Looks like the eastern side of the island. Just like something that prick would rent. I found out from a little research that the house was rented out just thirty-six hours ago. Has to be it, man. There are tons of places around here, but none that are as remote. He wouldn’t want to take her into these tourist areas. She could too easily escape or cry out for help.” The thought made me sick.
“How far away from the airport are you? Should we rent our own car?”
“Yes. This place is two hours from the airport, and I’m already headed there. I’m about halfway now.”
“You need to pull over. Stop. Stay put and wait for us.” Craig voice was tight and angry.
“No. I’m going to keep driving. When I get there and check it out, I’ll call you and tell you what I find. There’s no point in me sitting on the side of the road for an hour, wasting time if this isn’t the place. Just keep driving. The place is in Hana. I’ll text you the address.”
Craig let out a loud groan, but I knew he agreed. “Fine. Send me the address. Ty is going to drive so I can try to find out more information. I feel scattered after being on that damn flight so long.”
“I know. Me too. Anything could have happened in the last fifteen hours. Makes me sick.”
Craig was quiet for a few seconds. Then he said, “Jace, you need to be prepared for anything. In survival mode, Lori Ann will put herself at the mercy of him to save herself and us. Just…”
“Stop! I know what you’re trying to say, Craig. I’ve had a thousand of those thoughts running through my head for three fucking days. I know, okay?”
“I’m sorry, man. I just want you to go in there with your head as level as can be. We both know your first reaction is to kill him.” He was right.
I didn’t say anything back.
“That’s why you need to wait for us. You’re no good to Lori Ann if you’re in prison for breaking the guy’s neck. He’s not worth it, even if he’s been fucking her for the last three days.”
I wanted to kill Craig. “You’re pushing it, man! I know you’re trying to help, but all you’re doing is making me angrier and that’s not helping.”
“It had to be said. And I don’t hold back from you. So get the fuck over it…and wait for us!”
“I told you. I will go check it out. I’ll do my best to wait for you as long as I see she’s okay. We know he has at least a few guys with him, so I’m not going to go busting in there alone if I can help it.”
“Good.”
“Hanging up. I’ll send the address.”
I disconnected and kept driving along the scenic highway towards my girl. I hated to think of her with him, but deep down I knew what she would do to survive. And I understood it. I had to get her back before he tired of her or got angry about God knows what and did something irreparable. My foot instinctively pressed the accelerator.
*****
Forty-five minutes later, I turned off of Highway 360 and onto Ulaino Road, then took a right on Maia Road. The giant house was situated like a compound with big heavy gates guarding it. I took out the binoculars I’d bought at a store near the airport and started scanning the area. There seemed to be a golf course on one side that the house faced, and I could make out a walking path of some sort on the edge. The driveway was long and winding, and there was no way to sneak up and not be detected. Shit!
I had to think.
I pulled up the satellite image of the property on my phone and took a look at the area. I texted Craig and told him to do the same as I relayed the gate and camera issues.
> How the hell were we going to get inside the gates, much less not be seen by the security cameras everywhere? Best I could tell was we would have to go through the back side of the golf course and come in that way. So, I parked further down the road, finding a tiny little opening where it looked like a road was started and never finished. It was overgrown with grass, but flat enough to park the rental car. I grabbed my gun and ammo, my binoculars and cell phone before locking the car and starting my hike toward the compound. It was already almost five o’clock, and the sun was getting low in the sky and would be setting soon. I needed to figure out our path before it got too dark so I could relay it to Craig and the guys. See…I told that asshole it was better for me to come ahead instead of waiting.
I inched my way across the lush, green terrain, trying like hell to watch everything around me. I was tense with anticipation of being so close to Lori Ann. It was like I could feel her pulling me toward her, and as my thoughts rambled and took over my mind, I lost track of how long I’d been walking. Before I knew it, I was on the edge of the pristine golf course that apparently backed up to the house. Immediately, I was grateful it wasn’t fenced in, which struck me as odd, but seeing as how this was a vacation home and not Antonio’s personal house, there really wasn’t a need for extreme security. Still…it was odd. According to the satellite images, there was some kind of path—a walking path that surrounded the golf course area—and as I cautiously approached, I could see a rough, crushed granite walkway. I debated following it, but chose to walk right on the edge of it, partially hidden by the trees and bushes. My hand remained on the gun tucked into the back of my jeans, and I used the binoculars to check the area every few minutes.
It was getting darker, and I feared Craig and the guys wouldn’t be able to navigate through the forested area to meet me. I had no choice but to keep going and try to reach the house. The closer I got, the more my anxiety ramped up. I stopped to look towards the house with the binoculars, and I could see movement on an upstairs balcony. I quickly squatted down behind a small tree and focused in on the image. I could tell it was a man, but wasn’t sure if it was Antonio or one of his men. I studied his movements. It appeared he was on the phone. I waited and watched. I could see a few people on the lower floor too. One man and…shit! I could see her! There was no doubt it was my Lori Ann. She was sitting on a barstool next to the kitchen island, wearing a men’s button down shirt and a pair of shorts that were too big. Fuck!
The entire back of the house was open, and I could clearly see her and a man. I forced myself to look back up at the man on the second floor and decided that was Antonio. He held himself differently than the man downstairs—stiffer, more controlled. Looking back at Lori Ann, she looked okay. I watched as she got up from the barstool and walked toward the stairs. It was like watching a movie play out, and the fear that racked my body had my feet running toward the house. Something was happening. I knew it. I could feel it.
I glanced one more time through the binoculars at who I presumed was Antonio, and his animated movements told me he was angry about his phone call. And dammit if Lori Ann wasn’t about to walk in on something she probably shouldn’t. So, I ran like hell, not giving a fuck if I was seen on the damn cameras or if Craig and the guys were anywhere around. Nope. I just ran—to save my Lori Ann.
Chapter 25
Lori Ann
“Antonio, I don’t have any clothes to put on.” Having satisfied him, and myself for the second time, I’d taken a shower and cleaned as much of him off my body as possible. I stood under the shower for a long time crying. I wanted Jason. I needed him, and I felt like I’d betrayed him. Yes, I said I’d do whatever it took to protect all of us, but the guilt of getting pleasure from Antonio was too much for my head and heart to process.
“Here, amore mio. Wear these.” He handed me a white button-down shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts that were really big on me. He stood in front of my towel-clad body, cupped my face, and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a suitcase full of beautiful things for you to wear. I didn’t bring anything because my plan was…
“I know. Your plan was to take me back to Italy…to our house.”
He moved his hands, held my chin between his thumb and finger, and said, “Yes. That was my plan. But we are here now, and I’m happy about the change. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Antonio. I am.” It was true. I was happy I wasn’t in Italy being beaten and trapped as his prisoner, but I didn’t let my face reflect my thoughts.
He kissed my nose and said, “Good. So wear this for now. I don’t want anyone seeing you walk around in that towel or even those robes in the closet. It isn’t appropriate for others to see what belongs to me.” His voice was colder than before, and I started to worry. So, I did what I could to relax him.
“Thank you. And I do believe these shorts will fit my growing waist a bit better than any of the clothes I would’ve had at our house.”
He laughed and grabbed me for a hug before kissing my forehead. Guess my words worked. “Aww, my wife. Yes, you are right. And I love the reason those clothes would not have fit. Thank you for reminding me.” He knelt down and kissed my stomach, then looked up at me. “Sei cosí bella, mia moglie.” You are so beautiful, my wife. Tragedy averted, for now.
“Thank you, Antonio. I’ll get dressed and then I really need some food.” I smiled.
He stood and kissed my lips. “I will go to the kitchen and make you something healthy.” I didn’t argue. I only nodded and watched him as he walked out of the bedroom. When he was gone, I slipped into the bathroom, shut and locked the door, then sank to the floor and cried all over again. I could so easily see that Antonio was a ticking time bomb. His kind restraint wouldn’t last forever. No, the violent man I knew just a few long weeks ago lurked underneath.
Please God, let me buy more time.
*****
We went through the rest of the day with Antonio pampering me. Whatever mood I’d seen earlier seemed to have passed. He sat with me on a lounge chair out by the gorgeous pool and talked about a future full of the three of us—him, me, and our baby. I smiled and listened, not saying much. He fed me fruit and rubbed my feet. To an outsider, he appeared to be the most attentive, kind, happy man alive. To me, it was a mask…a costume. But I played along, moaning at the foot rub, smiling when he fed food to me, and laughing at the appropriate times. I was a fucking Academy Award winning actress.
As darkness fell, I knew what he would want. Me. Naked in bed. Fucking him. I didn’t really have much of a choice. Not to mention, my pregnant libido didn’t give a shit where my head was. We made our way inside and up to the master bedroom. Before we were even through the doors, Antonio had stripped me of my shirt and shorts and had me held tight against his body, my back to his front. He leaned onto my shoulder and said, “I need you again, mia moglie. Can I have this?” He cupped my pussy. The contact felt good, but unnerved me at the same time.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.” The word “want” came out all wrong. It was like he was telling me he didn’t “want to hurt me, but it was out of his control.” And that scared the shit out of me. I spun in his arms and stared into his face. I needed to see his face to know what was coming. “Stop. I can see your fear. That is not what I meant. I will not hurt you or our baby.”
“Please, Antonio. Please remember what is at stake. You said you love this baby.” He put his finger on my lips to quiet me.
“Lori Ann. Stop. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. I meant it. You misunderstood. Now. Go lie on the bed.” He reached down and rubbed across my clit, then slipped a finger inside of me. “See, you are wet for me, il mio amante. I will help you.”
I stepped back and did as he asked. When he undressed and climbed onto the bed, he took my good hand and pulled me to a sitting position, then moved around behind me and pulled me back to rest against him. He whispered, “I want you on your hands and knees while I take you from
behind, but I know that is impossible with this.” He laid his hand on my cast…the cast I had because of him. “So, this will have to be it.” He leaned me forward just a bit and positioned himself at my entrance, then pulled me down onto his cock. I gasped at the sudden feeling and heard him groan. “Yes, that feels amazing. Now, lay your head back on my shoulder and let me have you.” I did what he said and let him thrust in and out of me as he used his hands to rub, pinch, and play with my breasts, stomach, and clit. It felt really good, and because I couldn’t see his face, I imagined being with Jason and it wasn’t long before I was shaking with my release. “Oh, amore mio…yes, let go.” Antonio pumped into me a few more times before I felt him harden even more and pour himself into me.
Jason. Hurry. Please.
We showered and curled up next to each other and slept.
I didn’t wake up until the next morning, still naked but covered up and tucked in an empty bed. I wanted to stay there all day. But nature called, and as soon as I was up, I heard the bedroom door open and saw Antonio striding across the room. Was that room monitored somewhere? How the hell did he know I was awake?
“Good morning.” He kissed my forehead as I stood to walk to the bathroom.
“Morning. I slept really well. What time is it?” He followed me.
“It is nine-fifteen. I’m happy to hear you rested well. There is breakfast for you in the kitchen. The clothes you wore yesterday are clean and sitting on the end of the bed. My apologies. We will get you some things today or tomorrow.” He stood talking to me as peed. He was never like that before. Never would he have stood in the bathroom and watched me actually go to the bathroom. “Also, I’m very sorry to say I have some work that needs my attention today. I hope you will find something to entertain you. There is a lot around here to see, but you must stay on the property. I do not know the area well, and I would hate for you to get lost or hurt. You have more than yourself to consider now.” His words weren’t chosen flippantly. No, he was reminding me of our agreement. Not only was I protecting the baby, but also Jason and Craig. Another reason why I couldn’t ever believe the change he was trying to sell me.