Chapter Thirty Four

                                    

                                          
"Are you sure you don't want to sit down, Bella? You've been standing for hours now," Adrianna asked.
                          
All the girls, with the exception of Giovanni and Valentino were sitting around the kitchen island, talking about random stuff.
                          
Well, Valentino wasn't really talking, more like sexually advancing onto his wife who barely paid attention to him.
                          
That seemed to anger him so he roughly pulled her into his lap, grabbed her face and placed a deep kiss to her lips.
                          
Everyone was already use to that kind of PDA so no one said anything.
                          
"No, I prefer to stand," Arabella replied but didn't miss the smug look Valentino gave her.
                          
Guess Antonio went to boast...
                          
Arabella blushed a deep red as she thought back to why she wasn't able to sit in the first place.
                          
*Flashback*
                          
Antonio walked back out of the closet with four things in his hands.
                          
Three of them were ties and one was a belt.
                          
"A-Antonio, what are you going to do with that?" she asked nervously. Arabella wasn't use to all of this yet and didn't know what he had planned.
                          
"You trust me?" She nodded her head and he kissed her cheek.
                          
He took both of her hands and tied it to one of the bedposts using his tie. He then wrapped his belt around her mouth. He blindfolded her too. The remaining tie was used to tie her feet to the bedpost.
                          
"You look so sexy right now. You have no idea where I'm going to touch you next, the things I could do right now."
                          
Her heart began racing in her chest and she jumped when she felt him blow on her erect nipple.
                          
He kissed down the bridge of her breasts to her stomach. He harshly tugged her to him, taking her mouth with his..
                          
"I love you, Arabella. Remember that."
                          
The second after he said that, he plunged into her, much rougher than he ever had.
                          
He kept going, harder and faster and soon, the pain surpassed the pleasure. She felt tears well up in her eyes and all that came out were pained groans that must have been mistaken for moans.
                          
Arabella bit down on the belt but the pain was too much.
                          
She could physically feel him tearing her hymen and couldn't do anything about it.
                          
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned in her ear before kissing just below it.
                          
She didn't know how long Antonio took, but it felt like an eternity. 
                          
This wasn't lovemaking. This was him fucking her and she knew it.
                          
He's pleased with you, so it's worth it.
                          
He's pleased with you so it's worth it.
                          
He's pleased with you so it's worth it.
                          
She kept chanting, before he released himself inside of her.
                          
"That was amazing," he groaned out. She took in deep breaths before Arabella felt him slip himself into her once more.
                          
"Just one more time and I'll leave you alone, I promise fiore."