Chapter Twenty-Five

PERLAH'S POV

Getting into the bathroom, I soaked myself in the bathtub, groaning in pain.

It was time to fulfill the promise I had made.

 I tried convincing myself that I was okay with it, that I wanted this, but perhaps deep down I knew I didn't.

The door creaked open, and I recognized him instantly by the scent of his cologne.

I remained still, gazing into the bathroom mirror, as he approached me.

"My darling, Perlah," he sniffed my hair, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

"Antonio, please let's get this over with," I intended for my voice to come out strong, but it was weaker than a day-old child's sob.

I hurriedly grabbed my bra and my panties, put them on, picked up a towel, tied it, and proceeded to leave, but he stopped me, his strong hands wrapped around mine.

 "Not too fast sweetheart," he pulled me back and closed the gap between us.

He is hovering over me like a giant, I feel tiny underneath him.

"Slowly, "he tickles his fingers down the side of my face.

Slowly, it started to get painful.

I could do this in just a few minutes, and it would be over, I guessed, comforting myself.

"Touch me," he growled into my ear, sending shivers of fear down my spine.

I carefully moved my shaky hand toward his shaft, slowly.

I swallowed and ran my hand over his bulge. He gasped and tightened his grip on my shoulder.

I began to fondle his zipper and he stopped my hand.

"Not so fast," he grabbed my throat tightly.

He took a few steps backward and stared at me, his sharp gaze slowly taking in every part of my body.

 It scared me so much that he was getting harder by simply staring at me naked.

"I'm disappointed, I wanted to take off every piece of your clothes slowly. But you have only a bra, pants, and a towel on," he said and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He walked closer, grabbed the hem of my towel and slowly raised it over his head.

I wriggled out of the towel faster than he wanted, and he frowned a little bit, but his eyes quickly softened at the sight of my heavy plum cleavage.

He eagerly unclipped my bra and the material fell to the floor.

He makes a weird noise at the sight of my heavy breasts.

His hands are on my hips, he slides down my lace panties.

He grabs my ass chick in one hand and smacks the other with his other hand.

"Antonio…" I attempted to talk him into hurrying things up as it was torturing me to go any slower.

"Take off my clothes," he cuts me off.

Then it dawned on me that I needed to get him to cum as fast as possible if this is going to be over soon.

I ran my palm over his built chest and down to his torso before slowly popping open his shirt buttons.

The white clothing falls to the ground and I start to undo his belt.

A choking sound escaped my lips as I freed his hard member, and he chuckled evilly at that.

"This is going to be a lot more painful than I expected," I thought to myself.

"Go down on me!" he commands, squeezing my breasts roughly.

I fell to my knees and held his shaft, moving my hands back and forth and curving it as soon as I reached his tip.

He shoved his dick down my throat and I gagged bitterly but promptly consoled myself, constantly reminding myself it was my decision.

The faster I can get him to cum, the better for me.

I increased my pace, sucking on his motherfucking dick like a hungry monkey.

He grabbed my hair into a ponytail roughly, thrusting my head up and down his shaft till he spilled his hot salty liquid into my mouth.

He groaned in satisfaction, licking his lips.

"Up!" he ordered.

I sucked in my tears as he turned my back to himself and bent me over my vanity.

"Antonio no!" I cried out.

"No we aren't done yet," he said, aggressively dragging me out of the bathroom into the room, motioning me to grab the bedside table.

I grabbed the table, squeezing my eyes shut as he slammed into me painfully, smacking my ass chick with every painful thrust.

He released rough ugly moans as he slammed into me roughly without caring if I was enjoying this as much as he was.

"Moan my name!" He said, his rough palms hit my ass chick painfully.

I hesitated, watching everything on the table fall to the ground.

"Now!" he roared.

"An… Antonio," I faked my moans. He grabbed onto both sides of my waist, thrusting harder and faster. The tears I was holding all along finally found their way down my cheeks.

 He rammed faster and harder, groaning as he released his juice inside of me. I pulled away almost immediately as he found his way to my bed. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I climbed into the shower and turned on all the taps to drown out the noise of my wailing.

I wept uncontrollably, scratching and scrubbing myself.

I fell on the hard floor in pain, struggling to pick myself up with the extreme pain humming from underneath my thigh.

After the shower, I limped back into the room. Luckily, Antonio wasn't on site.

I limped into the sitting room, kitchen, and everywhere I thought he would be, and gladly he wasn't anywhere in the house.

I picked up a glass and poured some water. Limping into the room, Rodrigo was kept, feeding him some water. He was looking weak and pale, which caused my heartache, slamming my eyes shut in regret.

"Are you alright, you are limping," Rodrigo whispered.

Ignoring him, I proceeded to leave the room.

"You still don't believe me?" He murmured, making me stop in my tracks.

"I do," I whispered.

"Then why am I still here? Why are we here? Perlah let's go home," he weakly muttered.

"I haven't discovered who killed my brother yet," I replied.

"Then let's find the killer together," he concluded.

"Perlah, you know you can trust me more than anyone else," he added, staring at me.

"Okay, let's get out of here," I concluded, rushing over to untie him.

"Can you walk?" I asked sadly.

"I don't know, I have been tied to this chair for a while," Rodrigo replied, ogling at me.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out.

"It's fine honey, since Antonio is not here, we should have enough time to get out before he returns," Rodrigo replied.

"Can I touch you, just your face? Please," Rodrigo asked, staring at me.

I nodded my head in approval, and he quickly placed his hand on my face, stroking my hair as if indirectly telling me everything would be fine.

I felt the need to cry, but I yelled back.

"We need to hurry," I responded.

We hurriedly fastened up our pace and got to the door to leave.

Successfully out of the mansion, we happily walked towards town.

"And where do you think you are going?" Antonio angrily sounded from behind.