CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

We reached his room and laid on the bed. His body kept me warm as I shivered from the sudden cold.

Arcadio's body is pressed close to my back with his hardness against my ass. Arcadio's hand was cupping my breast while his thumb was stroking back and forth across my nipple.

"Tell me you like that, Tesoro." He whispered at my neck before prepping kisses on it.

At the same time, his thumb stopped stroking, it was joined by his finger as they pressed together. His other hand trailed into the front of my panties and went deep.

Even though my body was reeling from this shockwave, he didn't stop. Both his hands worked me, and my body is pushed back to his. I started breathing heavily.

Again, the urge to touch him heightened, yet he didn't let me turn around.

"Oh, God!" The sensation was making me undone when he pulled my nipples between his fingers harshly. While his other fingers slid inside me and I felt my body burning.

He made me open my legs wider with his knee, then added another finger inside.

"Arcadio," I shrieked when I felt myself coming in his hand.

He immediately rolled me to my back, his hand still between my legs, his mouth came to mine. I moaned his name as I come harshly.

He moved away, not leaving me completely. Sitting on his knees, he slowly removed my panties down my legs.

My heart pounded loudly, and I could hear it thumping in my ears. I was anticipating that this would happen today, yet I didn't imagine the how. I had to say that I was still a virgin. I have to tell him. He honestly had a lot of experience before me. Maybe he will reject me because I've heard guys not accepting a girl when they are a virgin. They want someone experienced, and I was far from it.

"What are you thinking too hard, Tesoro?" His voice brings me out of my thoughts.

My immediate response kicks in. "I'm fine."

"Don't do that with me?" He snapped.

I scowl at his tone, "do what?"

"That response that you give to everybody even when there are hundreds of thoughts and worries running in your head."

His words make me gape, "no that is true."

He rolled his eyes and get off the bed. I hold his hand instantly, stopping him. "Where are you going?"

"We can't do this if you can't be honest with me."

His words pierce my heart slightly. No one had cared before, if I gave them this reply. There were times when I wanted to shout at their faces about what I truly felt, yet I knew it would be waste of time, so I gave them what they wanted, an easy reply. I had been so used to say this that now it has become a natural response to everything, no one questioned it until Arcadio and that made my heart more vulnerable.

"No one wanted to know before," the words felt out in a whisper.

"Well, I am no one. I want to know what goes in that head of yours."

I smiled back hesitantly, "I...was just...thinking...."

He curls his other hand over my hold and squeezes it lightly. "Don't be scared, Tesoro. Say it."

"I know you have a lot of experience," I mumbled in response.

"Is that what this is all about?" The amusement in his tone angers me. I try to remove his hand, and he tightens it.

He hovers over me and kisses me. "Forget about it, Tesoro."

And somehow, I do., maybe it was the effect of the kiss. Arcadio spread my thighs and came up between them, filling me.

I hiss with slight pain. Then the pain exceeds. "Aghh!"

Arcadio preps kisses all over my face trying to distract me. "Dio Mio, you're right," he muttered into my neck. My hands automatically wrap around him as I feel him move deeper inside me.

The pain slowly changes into sensations. His one hand moved to the side of my face while the other held my thigh. He was grinding into me. Looking down at me, he took my mouth again. This kiss was softer than the previous one, almost making me long for more.

I started panting, the sensation too much to handle. It was shattering me slowly.

"Arcadio," I moaned.

"Not now, Tesoro." He said, fastening his pace. I gripped his shoulder tighter. I knew tomorrow morning there would be impressions of my nails.

"Please...." I whispered.

He paused a minute, then whispered, "come with me."

I did, and it was one of the most amazing feelings I've ever experienced.

***

I woke up in the morning. Pain, I felt sore in those places where I've never been. My body ached, and I don't think I would even have the strength to stand.

There was another reason I couldn't get up. It was because a hard body was on me, pressing me into the bed. Arcadio's arm is tight around my waist. His legs tangled up with mine. There was no escape, not that I wanted it anyway.

Yesterday's memory flashed between my eyes. My body shuddered at the thoughts. The way Arcadio kissed me, sometimes sweet yet sometimes rough. The way we did three, four times, and he made me come so many times that I forgot to keep counts. Pleasure ran through my body as my mind ignited everywhere he touched.

A groan comes from Arcadio, freezing me. I woke him up shit!

He didn't say anything, just pulled me in close to his body tightly. I looked down on the sheets trying to search for blood there was none. It was all because of those dance classes.

Arcadio murmurs in my ear, "did I hurt you?"

"No."

"Do you remember anything you said yesterday?" My breath caught.

Shit! What did I blabber now?

"What?" Acting aloof was my only way to get out of this talk.

"Nothing"

I knew what this nothing meant. Turning to face Arcadio, I pout. "Tell me."

"N..."

"And don't say nothing. You said it yourself I am an expert at these things."

He flicks my hair behind my ear softly. "It's something for me to know and you to find out."

I was about to ask him again when his ringtone blares in the room. I whimper slightly at the loss of his touch.

His jaw becomes hard while talking to the person on the other side. "No!" His voice booms in the room.

Every time Arcadio talks to someone on call, his expression automatically turns cold. His whole demeanor changes. The sweet-talking Arcadio turns into the Mafia Boss. Whenever he does this switch, a fear takes place inside me. Even though I knew he would never hurt me but still, his dark expressions are far too dangerous.

"Yes, I understand. We'll be there."

What did he say? Were our days over? I feel myself getting sad. I liked our stay here, well more like loved our stay here, a series of what if's take place in my mind. The biggest one was, what if Arcadio changed his behavior towards me?

After knowing this side of him, facing the old him would hurt me.

I felt him pick me up.

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to shower together." The intensity escalating between us, and my heart begins to race.

The smirk on his face told me that we were going to do more than just shower.