Antony (10 page)

“Cecelia, let me in.”

Silence answered him back.

“Cecelia, let me in.”

Nothing.

Antony rapped his knuckles down to the wood one more time. “Cecelia, let me in or I will break the door down.”

Still nothing.

Antony took one step back from the door and then kicked below the door knob with his booted foot. Under the force of his hit, the door cracked and gave way. Cecelia stood in the middle of the room with her arms crossed and a severe expression.

“I was coming to open it!”

He shrugged. “You took too long. I asked three times.”

“No, you demanded and I was in the bathroom.”

Oh, well …

“Sorry?” Antony offered.

Cecelia huffed. “I really like our home and I would prefer it if you didn’t tear it to pieces.”

“Sorry,” Antony said again, more sincere the second time. “I really am … about everything,
Tesoro
. I’ll figure something out so I can be here with you more.”

“There’s more to this,” she said.

“There’s us, too. I know.”

“I get you can’t help it, but try.”

Antony agreed. “Did you try to tell me about … losing the pregnancy?”

“Yes,” his wife said. “I called you at work, you kept interrupting me and told me you would get back to me. You didn’t. And then you didn’t show up at home until three days later.”

“Back in December?”

“A couple of weeks before Christmas.”

Antony felt like an asshole. “Does anyone else know?”

“Other than our priest who said it was God’s will and the doctor who told me it would
pass
, no.”

Antony flinched. Cecelia wasn’t one to use such vehemence in regards to her religion or the church. She held Him above all things in her life, even Antony to an extent. Antony respected his wife for it because he understood that was just who Cecelia was.

“Cecelia—”

“Why take that away from me?” she asked quietly, wetness glazing her eyes. “
Why
?”

“I don’t know and I won’t have the right answers for you.”

“I didn’t want answers from you, I wanted you
here
.”

Yeah, he was getting that, now.

“You shouldn’t have gone through that alone, Cecelia. I’m … this shit won’t happen again.”

“Actually, it probably will. You were right, I do know this is a part of our life. I had known it before I married you and I told you I was okay with it so long as you kept loving me the way you did. You’re going to come and go. Please remember me more in-between, Antony.”

“I can do that. Just so you know, I never forget you, anyway. But I can make you aware, too.”

“Good,” she whispered. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

“So, a baby, huh?”

Cecelia smiled. It was genuine and true. It warmed his cold soul right down to the core. “A baby. Due in April.”

A
baby
.

Chapter Eleven

October, 1987

Antony adored watching Cecelia when she was enraptured by something. It didn’t matter much to him what it was she was enjoying, so long as he got to see her in the process of it. Cecelia loved opera; Antony could do without it. He couldn’t, however, pretend like he didn’t know how much pleasure his wife took from it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Cecelia asked beside him.

Antony didn’t take his gaze off his wife for a second. “Very.”

Cecelia gave him a look from the side, her lashes fanning over her cheeks as she smiled a sexy sight. “You’re not even paying attention, are you?”

“I am. To the most important thing in the room,
Tesoro
.”

“You’re too smooth for your own good, Antony Marcello.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Cecelia giggled. “What else do you hear?”

“That we Marcellos are a filthy bunch.”

“Well, one of you, anyway.”

“Happy anniversary, Cecelia.”

She smiled.

It was blinding and perfect.

Just like her.

Antony wasn’t ever going to take advantage of having a wife and lover like Cecelia again.

“Happy anniversary.”

Antony tilted his head toward the curtains that led out of the private booth. His mind was nowhere near opera and given the way his wife was staring at him, neither was hers. “Let’s get out of here, huh?”

“No.”

“No?”

Cecelia shook her head. “No, but you can come over here.”

Her offer was blatant and suggestive. Antony’s cock thickened at the thought alone.

“You might not like what I do to you if I get up from this chair and we’re in a very public place, wife.”

“You bit the server’s head off when he stared at me for too long earlier; the poor kid has not been back since so we’re not going to be interrupted, and you know I always love what you do to me. Get over here, Antony.”

He didn’t need to be told a second time.

Antony stood, crossed the small space between him and Cecelia in two short strides, and pulled his wife from her chair, hoping she wouldn’t expect it. Cecelia released a quiet gasp that was swallowed by his punishing kiss. Driving his hand down the side of her silk dress, Antony fisted the fabric at her hips, pushed against her backside with his other hand, and forced her into his body so she could feel the length of his erection straining against his zipper.

“Feel that, Cecelia? That’s what your goddamn teasing does to me. You better be willing and ready to make good right here and now.”

“And just what are you planning to do?” she asked in a whisper.

Antony grinned, knowing damn well it looked wicked. “Why don’t we give a little show while we watch the show,
hmm
?”

Cecelia sighed like his words had been the one and only thing he wanted to hear. “That’s terribly bad.”

“You don’t love me when I’m good.”

“You don’t know how to be good, Antony Marcello.”

“You married me, Cecelia.”

“That I did.”

Antony spun Cecelia around so her back was tucked tightly against his chest. He moved them forward away from the plush leather chairs in the private balcony booth, keeping a firm hold around his wife’s midsection as they came to the partition wall that overlooked the opera theater. He placed Cecelia’s hands to the banister.

“Don’t move them,” he murmured.

“So bad,” she repeated.

Antony chuckled darkly. “I wonder how loud you would have to be before someone noticed, Cecelia?”

“
Jesus
, stop it.”

“Guess we’re going to find out.”

“Oh my—”

Cecelia’s words cut off with a quiet intake of air as Antony’s hands skimmed under her silk dress, using one hand to palm the roundness of her ass while his other traveled between her thighs, spreading her legs further apart. With his fingers, he skimmed the line of her panties, feeling his wife’s wetness already soaking through the thin fabric.

“Fucking hell,” Antony said in a groan. “You’re wet already. I didn’t think this got you hot.”

“It really does.”

“I’ll remember that for the next time. God knows fucking you during it all will make these goddamn shows more bearable for me.”

Cecelia answered him with a breathy laugh that melted into a low moan when his fingers slipped under her panties and stroked her drenched pussy. He spread the fleshy lips of her sex while his other hand pushed her skirt up higher, exposing her backside covered in lace. Cecelia arched her back in response, causing her ass to grind against his hard cock.

“Keep it up, Cecelia,” Antony said, his tone warning.

“What will you do, Ant—”

He thrust two fingers into her sex without notice, feeling her pussy clench around his digits as her juices smeared to his palm. Leaning over her back, Antony fucked his wife with his fingers and used his other hand to hold her jaw and keep her eyes on the show below. He soaked in every shudder of her walls around his fingers and all the quiet moans she kept trying to hold back as he worked her sex with an unrelenting pace.

Cecelia’s back tensed and her hands on the wooden banister of the partition wall trembled. She only seemed to turn wetter the harder his fingers fucked her. His gaze swept the crowd of people below, but none seemed to notice the couple in the balcony. Antony watched Cecelia grab tighter to the wood, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Open your eyes and watch the show, wife,” Antony demanded.

Cecelia whined. “I can’t … so, so good.”

“Watch,” he said again, “Or I stop.”

“God,
no
.”

“
Watch
.”

She whimpered, and Antony smirked.

“Damn, you feel so fucking good around me,” he told her, whispering the words in her ear. Kissing the spot beneath her ear, he nuzzled his face into her neck and bit her skin gently. “So tight, Cecelia. You love this. Imagine what it’s going to feel like when it’s my cock pounding into you,
hmm
?”

That was all it took.

Cecelia shattered around him, her head dipping down as a low, blissful cry escaped from between her gritted teeth. Antony continued thrusting his fingers through her orgasm, feeling her pussy milk his fingers with the waves.

While Cecelia tried to recover from her state, Antony took the chance to remove his hand from between her thighs, work his own pants and boxer-briefs down around his hips, and free his erection to his palm. His dick fucking hurt in his hand. The vein on the underside of his shaft pulsed, matching the beat of his heart. He needed to be buried as deep inside his wife as he could, driving them both into oblivion.

He didn’t even give a fuck where they were now.

Need always took precedence for Antony where Cecelia was concerned.

Hooking his thumb around the top of Cecelia’s panties, he pulled the fabric down until it was around her shaking knees. Not pausing for a second, he fitted himself behind her, rolled his dick along her slit, and slammed in.

“
Antony
!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, yanking her back into his cock as hard as he could.

Cecelia turned to look at her husband, but Antony forced her head back to stare at the theater stage and the people below. “Watch, I told you.”

“But—”

“I want to watch you enjoy something while I fuck you, Cecelia. I want to feel you coming all over my cock with a crowd twenty feet below, completely unaware of the fact you’re letting me fuck you above them. Be quiet, watch the show, and let me fuck you,
Tesoro
, or honest to Jesus, I might
die
.”

“Christ … yeah, okay,” she mumbled as he slid out and pushed right back in again, harder the second time.

Antony reveled in the heat of his wife’s pussy encompassing his cock. She always fit him so well and he took pleasure in the fact their fucking never failed to leave him blinded, winded, and scrambled in the head and heart. Like a direct shot of lust straight to his bloodstream, Antony was lost inside Cecelia.

There was nothing fucking better than this.

Withdrawing his cock from her pussy until he could see the head of his dick, he hummed in satisfaction at the sight of his member covered in Cecelia’s slick arousal. The faint scent of her sex floated through the balcony in wisps, promising to leave the space smelling like them and their fucking once they were long gone.

“Damn, I love you,” Antony said low.

“Fuck me,” his wife begged.

Oh, he couldn’t deny her thing.

Especially when she asked so nicely.

Cecelia’s hands slipped on the banister when he pushed inside of her again, holding nothing back, but Antony caught her easily enough. He interwove their fingers together on the smooth wood, keeping his wife firmly in place as he fucked her hard from behind. Cecelia’s heels put her at just the right height for his cock to hit every sensitive spot he knew was inside her wet sex. She backed into him with every thrust, her curls falling and bouncing around her shoulders.

The soft pants of her breaths turned into whispered cries. She didn’t take her eyes off the stage, though. Antony hissed when his wife’s fingernails scored over his fingers and palms, but he loved it all the same.

Their pace was brutal, dirty, and quick. Slaps of skin and the sound of his blood thrumming with need rushed his eardrums, drowning out almost everything else. Antony took in the sight of his wife’s profile contorted with pleasure while she was enraptured with the show below. All the muscles in his body felt as if they were twisting like coils ready to snap.

“Imagine what they would think, Cecelia,” Antony said, leaning over her to kiss a path over the silky skin of her neck. At his voice alone, his wife’s pussy clamped down around him, promising her release would come as fast and hard as it did the last time. He nipped at her ear, licking the shell and tasting her salty perspiration on his tongue. “Imagine,
Tesoro
. The proper little
mafioso principessa
you are, so clean and pretty on the outside, is nothing more than a lie. You’re so damn filthy on the inside.”

She was so fucking close to coming it was ridiculous.

Antony wasn’t any better. A pressure built in his groin with every flex of his hips. His control wavered, threatening to send him over the edge before her.

Cecelia slammed their hands down to the wood, swallowing a cry. “Only with you.”

Antony grinned. “Only with me.”

She choked on air before muttering, “
Oh
.”

It was the only warning Antony got before his wife’s orgasm drowned him in nothing but sensation and ecstasy. He let the contacting pulses of her sex pull him to the finish. All of his nerves felt like they were on fire while the rest of his body just seemed numb.

“So bad,” he heard Cecelia say in the background of his racing heart.

“Don’t even think about telling our priest this, Cecelia.”

His wife only laughed.

Fuck.

• • •

December, 1987

“How is the
bambino
?” Vinnie asked, reaching out to press his hand to Cecelia’s rounded stomach.

Cecelia sighed, letting her father fawn over her pregnancy like he had been for the last several months. From the moment Vinnie knew his first grandbaby was coming, Antony and Cecelia were like gold to the man. Antony didn’t pretend to understand, but his boss wasn’t on his ass twenty-four-seven, so he chose not to question it.

“It’s going to be a boy,” Vinnie told Cecelia.

Cecelia eyed Antony over Vinnie’s shoulder. “A boy, huh?”

“Yes, a little
principe
for me.”

Liliana slapped her husband’s hands away from their daughter’s stomach. “Stop it, you’re making her uncomfortable.”

“You’re making us all uncomfortable,” Kate muttered.

Antony had to force himself not to bark at the bitch against the wall. Every step forward Cecelia and Antony took, Kate had to somehow insert her unwanted presence into their achievements.

His child wouldn’t be one of those things. Antony could guarantee it.

“You’ll have your own
bambinos
soon enough,” Vinnie said to Kate, putting his hand back on Cecelia’s stomach. “And I will spoil them rotten, too.”

“I bet,” Kate murmured, glaring at John standing beside Antony.

“I’d like a boy for the first,” Antony said, ignoring Kate.

Cecelia rolled her pretty eyes. “It’s going to be a girl.”

“You don’t know that,
Tesoro
.”