Chapter 8
Author's Note: Well, it's been a while since I've updated, and I'm sorry. I've just been busy with school and BLAH BLAH BLAH, I'm not going to bullshit you. Here's the next chapter. It's their wedding night, and you know what that means. Oh yeah. Sex.
Finally, after what seemed to be endless hours of celebrating, everyone left. Maria took no time in ambling up the stairs and heading to his bedroom, well, their bedroom. Antonio had instructed her to sleep in his room from now on; they were married now. She looked around and Antonio was nowhere in sight, much to her content. He was probably still drinking with Gilbert and Francis, probably trying to get it all out of his system before he spent the remainder of his days as a wedded man. She sighed and headed to the bathroom. She looked at the full length mirror and scrunched up her features at the sight of herself. The dress was now wrinkled and her curls were now limp and her face looked tired.
"Well, it's not like I could look crisp forever." She muttered, stripping down to her undergarments.
She drew herself a lukewarm bath and after completely undressing, slowly submerged herself into it. She wiped off the rouge off her face and smiled to herself. It was pure sweet bliss. Finally caving in, she began bathing herself, sighing at the fact that she couldn't stay in her guilty pleasure forever. She stepped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around herself in the process. She walked out the bathroom, clinging onto the towel for dear life. Did she have any clothing of hers in his room? No, she forgot to tell one of the maids to move her stuff into his room. Sighing in frustration, she dug into the first drawer she saw, coming across Antonio's undergarments. She laughed at the sight of them and slammed the drawer shut. She moved onto the one next to it and found some casual shirts. She slipped one on and noticed that it reached almost to her knees. She'd be able to make a decent rescue mission to what was her room and retrieve a pair of her own pajamas. She slid out of Antonio's room and into the dim hallway, stepping onto the wooden floor softly, trying hard not to make a sound. She looked back every now and then; making sure no one was behind her. She should have paid much more attention though, because the next thing she knew, she was crashing against something too soft to be a wall and too firm to be well… something else. She bounced back from the force of the impact.
"Maria… is that my shirt?"
She froze for a mere second before looking up at the inquiring figure before her.
"Y-yes. I forgot to put my clothes in our room, so I improvised."
She tried to slip past him as she spoke, but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him. He pressed his forehead against hers and discreetly inhaled her fresh scent. She smelled like him, of those expensive oils and soaps he insisted on buying for himself. He loved it, it made him feel dominant, like a man… he wanted her.
"I don't think you need any clothes, at least not for tonight cariño." He cooed softly, rubbing his hands along her subtle curves.
She grabbed his hands and pushed them away, a blush forming on both her cheeks. She was thankful for the dim lighting, otherwise she would never have forgiven herself for being so easily affected by his seductions.
"I think… I think it's best if we just sleep in separate rooms for tonight." She suggested, trying to make a quick getaway.
He grabbed her by the waist again, this time not as gently. His hands were skittish, finally giving in to his animalistic want and longing. His broad hands traveled roughly to her rear, then to her thigh, lingering on each part for a reassuring squeeze. She gasped at his licentious actions, her cheeks heating up from embarrassment and humiliation.
"Stop being so distant. We're married now." He whispered huskily into her ear.
He took no time in grabbing a fistful of her hair and pushing her head so that their lips melded in a one sided passionate kiss. He bit her bottom lip, but she merely whimpered from the sudden jolt of unfamiliar pain. He pulled away in frustration and looked down at her.
"Have you ever done this before?"
She shifted her gaze down to the floor and shook her head; she felt humiliated. His hard gaze softened, but he still commenced in ravishing her. She, so inexperienced, at the hands of this womanizer, she was in for a real treat.
"Please, I don't want to." She said halfheartedly.
She wanted to, like any other woman would, she really did. Her body was heating up and she simply felt delightful, but she couldn't live with herself if she gave in to his advances. They were married now, of course, but that didn't change the fact that she was as stubborn as ever.
"Trust me. You'll like it." He replied, hoisting her up, wrapping her slender legs around his waist.
He kissed her again, his hands and arms supporting her trembling figure. She kissed him back timidly, her own petite hands clenching onto his disheveled dress shirt. He carried her back to their bedroom, victorious. She had given in.
Author's Note: Yeah… sorry if I had anyone get high hopes for the sex part. I mean, I don't want to ruin the story with smut. It's just too vulgar, especially if I don't know who might stumble upon this. Well, I think the next chapter will be a bit better, more plot. I don't like a story that rushes into things too quickly. I hope you guys liked it, please drop a review!
