𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 71 : 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞́ 𝐔𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐨

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°

“I brought medication, food — and something you’ll complain about.”

Nevena blinked. “Which is?”

He loosened his tie as though he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Rest. All day.”

“You must be kidd—”

“Say thank you and receive princess treatment,” he cut her off, voice like granite.

“Thank you…” she murmured.

“Good girl.” His tone was maddeningly pleased.

Without dwelling much on it, he rose, untucking the meal container.

“I’ll feed you. Then you take meds.”

She reached for the spoon, but he intercepted it.

“I said I’ll feed you.”

Her eyes misted again, throat tight.

“You don’t have to do this.”

Antonio didn’t listen.

He blew the steam off a spoonful and brought it to her lips.

She obeyed.

After she was done eating, he unstrapped the IV and scooped her up. “Time for a bath.”

She wriggled, slightly embarrassed. “I can manage.”

“What’s still there to hide?”

Her face burned instantly.

“What— why would you say that?”

“I already saw everything uncensored,” Antonio rattled off without breaking stride.

She opened her mouth to talk, but he interjected.

“Luckily, I got a good feast on it too,” he said casually. “So behave.”

Defeated, she blinked and sank back into his arms, speechless.

—

After showering, he laid her back on the bed and slid the quilt higher over her chest.

He rummaged through her cabinet and found a two-piece.

“Wear this. I’ll be back.”

She blinked at his choice, watching him exit. “Are you leaving?”

He looked back at her like she’d asked the stupidest question in the world.

“I’ll be working from here today,” he declared. “Just stepping out to fetch my laptop from the car.”

She nodded, sliding the top over her bare chest.

He returned a moment later, setting his laptop open on her vanity.

“Try to escape today,” he said simply. “And I will cuff you to that headboard and go right back to typing.”

—-

Antonio worked until afternoon, barely noticing time until a soft tug pulled him back.

“Do you need something?” he asked, not looking up.

“No,” she whispered ghostly —already slipping his suit jacket off his shoulder.

He didn't question her, he lifted his arm obediently, letting her move it aside.

But as she tried to retreat, he caught her wrist and drew back, making her sit onto his lap.

“Why are you so disobedient?” he said against her ear— hands moving rhythmically, until they cupped her bums.

“When was that?”

His brows lifted. “Really? I told you to remain in bed.”

She blinked her lashes lazily, suppressing the moan in her throat. “I can't sleep — I'm tired of lying all day"

“Ah,” he mused, squeezing lightly at her soft bums. “Bed sore.”

She didn’t respond , but her pulse was already skipping.

He smacked his lip mischievously and closed his laptop— setting the day's work aside. “Let's see what I can do."

He lifted her and placed her on the dresser table. Her tanned legs draped over his lap as she waited in anticipation.

Removing his watch, he rolled his sleeves — everything about him, precision.

“Hope you’re not scared,” He met her eyes inquisitively and she shook her head in response.

“Better.”

He took her foot in his hand, kneading slowly.

Her lashes fluttered, and she curled sideways.

Despite the tickling intensity of his hand playing her toes, she didn't let her moan escape.

Antonio glanced up at some point and caught her eyes shut, lips pressed in tight.

He grinned, suppressing the dirty utterance that wanted to roll out of his tongue. “How about we take this treatment a little further”

The next minute, Nevena found herself stretched flat on the bed.

Antonio excused himself for a while and sorted out a massage oil from the containers on the dresser.

He returned with it and rid her off every cloth before pouring the content along her spine dip.

The liquid splattered and the coursing action made heat rushed up her neck instantly.

He didn't stop there, he climbed over her slowly, deliberately bracketing her between his thighs.

Hands moved with a soothing, intentional rhythm, letting her feel every inch of his intent— Massage and maybe a little hunger.

Barely twenty seconds into the session, her chest rose fast, just from that small attention.

Nipples flushed and tightened— whole body trembling

An undeniable moan betrayed her by rolling out before she could clamp a hand over her mouth.

And it was that sound that forced Antonio to pull back— just long enough to watch her reaction.

After a while he took her jaw gently in one hand, and tilted her face up.

“Though your body responds faster than you do,” he murmured. “But I can't give you more than a massage”

Her voice immediately cracked with a guttural plea. “Why not?”

“You are sick” he said simply “Moreover I'm not that petty to subject your health for my own satisfaction."

She sucked in a disappointed

breath before she nodded— and it actually made him smile. Barely.

Now standing on their agreement he returned to what he was doing, not missing any corner, only that this time— he watched her.

Listened to her breaths, adjusted every movement to pull more pleasure from her and make her release stress.

But halfway through, his phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. He dug one hand in and grabbed the phone.

The caller ID displayed threateningly on the screen, but he still went on and picked.

“Mi lealtad es con usted, Don. {My loyalty lies with you Don}” he growled into the phone, but his other hand never stopped its slow, coaxing rhythm.

“Entre tú y el Grinch — ¿quién manejó el pedido del árabe?{Between you and Grinch— who handled the Arab's order?}” Lucas' hoarse tone filled the speaker.

“Yo lo hice — usted pidió específicamente mi participación. {I did— you specifically asked for my involvement}”

“¿Omitiste algo? {Did you omit anything?}”

“No mistakes,” Antonio replied in English, his tone composed. “Everything’s under control.”

Nevena tried to hold back the whimper of her climax but the action overwhelmed her devastatingly.

A cry tore out, catching Lucas mid-sentence. “Who's there with you?"

“Nadie {Nobody}” Antonio clipped in, steading a hand around the convulsing Nevena.

“Escuché un ruido. {I heard a sound} — who's that?" Lucas pressed, interest growing.

"Reduce your voice" Antonio whispered against Nevena's ear, his arm and warmth guiding her through the exploding wave.

“Knuckles!” Lucas growled already agitated. “Who is there with you and what are you doing?”

“Estoy ocupado con trabajo urgente. {I’m busy with urgent work} — I will call you back in a while” He coolly dismissed the question and ended the call immediately, tossing the phone aside.

He dropped on the bed fully and pulled her closer by the waist, stimulating her tits so she could spasm out the remaining orgasm.

When it was done, he eased his grip on her, letting her drift down from whatever edge she’d been to.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting” he apologized, brushing soothing strokes along her back.

She nodded tiredly, arching into his arm until she relaxed into sleep.