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her clit, and it drove her even closer to her climax.
    “I cursed. Please. I won’t do it again.” She would have promised him anything to make him continue the sweet torment.
    He laughed against her clit. “Yes, you will.” It sounded more like a promise than a projection of the future. His tongue swept across her clit, and she sucked in her breath. Gripping the bedding, she clenched her teeth.
    “Please, Antonio. I can’t wait much longer. Please.” She moved her feet onto the bed, spreading her thighs even more for him. “Please, I need you.”
    He looked up at her. “Not this time, Isabella. This time, you will take the pleasure I’m giving you and accept it.” He slid a third finger into her, stretching her more, and she cried out again. “Come for me like this. With my fingers fucking your tight pussy and you obediently laying there for me.”
    His words acted like the fingers probing her core, inching her closer and closer to her release. She didn’t understand it, and at that moment, she didn’t want to analyze it.
    “That’s my girl,” he whispered against her clit. “Be my obedient wife.”
    “Oh! Please!” She lifted her hips a little, and his fingers went deeper, faster, while his tongue assaulted her clit even harder. “Oh, fuck!” She screamed as her orgasm washed over her. Her thighs trembled, and her muscles tensed as her release increased in intensity. He never left her. His fingers slowed and his lips kissed her, but he didn’t release her until she lay limply on the bed.
    She opened her eyes, the red haze in her head bright as she looked down at him. She pulled the strap of her dress back up to cover her breast and started to sit up, but he pushed her back down. “Rest,” he ordered and stood over her. Pulling back the covers, he pointed for her to get under them. “We have a few more hours. Sleep.”
    She crawled beneath them, noticing the hard line in his pants. She looked up at him with worry. “Antonio, we’ll never conceive if you don’t—”
    He laughed. “Such a greedy little girl you are. And manipulative, too!” He tucked the blanket up to her chin and kissed her forehead. She could smell her own juices drying on his skin. “Sleep. When we get to Chicago, you’ll satisfy every need I have. Don’t worry about that.”
    Her brow furrowed with his comment, but he left her alone before she could respond. He liked to have the last word, she realized. Laying back against the pillows, she drifted quickly to sleep. Every muscle that had been tense with worry or anger before he had relaxed.

ANTONIO
     
    The landing at O’Hare airport had, thankfully, been uneventful, and his wife had slept through it completely. He toyed with the idea of waking her up before landing to have his turn with her body, but when he saw how peacefully she slept, he changed his mind.
    Isabella responded to his touch with such a natural openness, just thinking about her moans and her pleas made his cock hard for her. The woman was a little hell cat, and a brat to boot, but when he touched her, she melted in his hands. He wondered if she understood how easily he could control her just by his touch, how quickly she relented once his fingers probed and his lips kissed her. If she did realize, she would surely blame him for it and give herself yet another reason to be angry.
    When he decided to ask for her hand, he hadn’t counted on how distasteful she would find the idea. At first, he thought he was doing his brotherly duty by sparing his sister the fate of marrying Raphael, Isabella’s older brother. They had been betrothed, but Carmen was truly unhappy at the prospect of becoming his wife.
    Antonio knew well enough that although Raphael would never harm Carmen and would do his best to give her a happy life, there were parts of him that Carmen would never understand. In some ways, Raphael and he had much in common. Although their islands were independently ruled by their own monarchs, the string