Chapter Thirty

                                    

                                          
It's been hours since Arabella last saw Antonio. Rafael sent maids to move all of her stuff back to Antonio's room, per his request.
                          
It seemed that she didn't really get a say in whether she wanted to leave her room or not but she didn't mind it either way.
                          
It only took half an hour since she didn't really have that much stuff so she took a shower in the meantime.
                          
She hopped in and let the hot water wash over her.
                          
Once she was finished, she realized she didn't take any clothes with her once again. Normally, she didn't change in the bathroom, mostly because they use to be too small for her, but since being with Antonio, almost everything in her life has changed.
                          
She opened the door a little to see if anyone was there but thankfully the room was empty.
                          
Arabella quickly ran to the closet and saw that all of her normal underwear was gone.
                          
It was all replaced with lingerie. She's going to kill Antonio.
                          
There was nothing she could do for now so she slipped on a navy blue set.
                          
It was then that Arabella heard loud footsteps in the room.
                          
They became louder and louder until the door to the closet opened, revealing a stressed out Antonio, who had just finished unbuttoning his shirt and was in the process of taking it off before his eyes locked on hers.
                          
His eyes darkened as they took in her appearance and she noticed his jaw tick when they got to her stomach.
                          
Arabella did bruise, and although it looks worse than it actually is, he didn't seem to like the fact that she had them at all.
                          
Arabella slowly walked to him, ignoring the fact that she's still half naked.
                          
"It's okay, Antonio. You didn't hurt me, I promise."
                          
He looked away, ashamed. She held his face in both of her hands and stood on her tippy-toes to kiss him.
                          
He didn't move so she began pulling back feeling awkward which seemed to snap him out of it, before he crushed her into his body.
                          
His hands roamed her body as his lips moved against Arabella's.
                          
"Please forgive me, il mio fiore, you do something to me and I can't control it sometimes."
                          
"It's okay, Antonio. I love you," she assured him, and watched his face grew a smile.
                          
"I always thought I'd only ever hear you say that in my dreams."
                          
She shook her head with a smile before pulling away from him, which he didn't like.
                          
"I need to get dressed, Antonio. Let me go," she giggled, attempting to pry his fingers off of her.
                          
"You are dressed. Go to bed like that, I like it," he said smugly.
                          
"Then I want you in only your underwear too. It's only fair," Arabella teased.
                          
He smirked at her before kicking off his pants and her eyes drank him in.
                          
Damn, this man has an exquisite body.
                          
She blushed as she noticed the size of his bulge which was straining against the material holding it captive.
                          
Antonio lifted her up princess-style and she let out squeal as he squeezed her ass.
                          
He placed her softly on the bed before climbing on top of her. 
                          
"I want you to be mine so badly right now," he spoke huskily.
                          
"Then make me yours," Arabella replied breathily.