“I need it,” he repeated. “I need this.”
“Take what you want,” she sobbed, already at a breaking point with the sensations his fingers were invoking.
He reached the apex between her thighs. Unlike the first time he tasted her there, he didn’t pause. He went from kissing her belly to stroking her sensitive folds with his tongue. He didn’t even remove her panties, just pushed them aside and used his nose to search her, his tongue to spear her, and Charly exploded, feeling the gush of her arousal mingle with the exquisite pulses that rocked her to the core. The fact that she had to keep her cries down because there were other people in the house only made her come harder. While she was still reeling from her orgasm, he ripped her panties down her legs and fell on her again, climbing up her body, using his hips to spread her wider. He worked his fingers between them and then he was there, the head of his cock prodding at her entrance, surging forward to the hilt and impaling her.
He grabbed her hair to tilt her chin up to receive his kisses and he started pumping. Antonio took her hard, pinning her under him, his arms hooking under her knees, while his hands clamped on her shoulders, locking her in. Charly was starting to feel the pressure and she was about to say something when his cock slid over her sweet spot and she broke into multiple waves of pleasure.
Antonio released one of her legs and slammed his hand over her mouth.
“You’re loud,” he growled, and yet he pumped her harder.
Charly screamed into his palm just as he buried his roar in the crook of her shoulder. Hot cum spurted inside her.
He didn’t use a condom.
“Antonio,” she whispered.
“I know,” he groaned. “You felt so good.”
He let go of her other leg but continued to rock into her, as if he was burying his seed deeper inside her.
Finally, he rolled over and pulled her across his chest. They remained that way for a while. Sweat bloomed all over her skin and between them. Antonio was a furnace.
His breathing evened out. Had he fallen asleep?
“I remember the first time I saw Luis,” he said suddenly. “Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he was a mob hit man.”
“Is that why you thought he was an easy mark to steal from?”
A chuckle shook his chest. “He was wiry even then, but his movements were precise and his opponents frequently underestimated his speed.”
“So did you.”
“Sim.”
“Did you get far away before he caught you?”
“Luis calculated his maneuvers,” he paused. “He bragged he knew where I was heading and took a shortcut. He appeared in front of me and knocked me down easily.” Antonio exhaled heavily. “He took one look at my face and his expression morphed into something else. It was a week after Dante was killed.”
Charly’s heart pounded. Was he going to tell her the story? Her fingers played on the sparse hairs on his chest, afraid to say something and he would stop talking.
“I told you Martinez and I got caught. The cops were brutal to pickpockets like me and Martinez especially since most of them were too unfit to run after us and we frequently led them on a merry chase.”
Charly gave a snort.
“Not all of them are bad. As you can tell, the BOPE is very selective of its members, but the regular police, they have a lot of dirty cops who run protection schemes in the favela.” Antonio made a sound of disgust. “They’re no worse than these gang lords … except Jacaré—his brutality was legendary.”
“What happened?” she asked gently.
“Sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes.”
Antonio drew in a breath and soldiered on. “The favorite way dirty cops like to torture people they want to toy with is putting a plastic bag over their head.”
“What?”
“And not just loosely. It was cling-wrapped to my face.”
“Oh my god.”
“That’s the picture they had Martinez take to Dante. Of me slowly suffocating to death.” His grip tightened around her. “This was in addition to the beatings that Martinez received. Dante didn’t hesitate. He threw the fight that night.”
“Then they let you go?”
“Yes. They dumped me back on the streets early the next morning. At first we thought Jacaré wouldn’t notice, but two days later, he called the three of us to the rooftop of the highest building in our neighborhood.”
Charly wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the rest, but at the same time, words failed her.
Antonio paused for a long time, before a shuddered breath left him. “There were other street kids there and I knew we were going to be made an example. Jacaré wanted Dante to admit he threw the fight.
“Prior to going, we agreed that no one was going to admit anything. We were going to deny everything.” Antonio’s voice turned hoarse. “But Jacaré had Martinez and I beaten up. All of us held on as much as we could.”
“All for one and one for all,” Charly whispered.
“Yes. Martinez and I didn’t break.” The words were choked. “Jacaré knew what he was doing. Watching was harder and the minute Dante stepped forward to admit he threw the fight, Jacaré raised his gun and shot him in the head.”
Charly pushed up on her elbow and stared into his eyes. “I’m sorry you have to live with that. I didn’t mean for you to relive it.”
“You’re only the second person I’ve told. The other being Luis. Ida doesn’t know the whole story. I think Martinez told Renata on the promise never to bring it up again.”
Charly didn’t know what to say. She was overwhelmed. When she took the leap and gave in to her attraction to Antonio, she was trying so hard to guard her heart, but it was useless, absolutely useless to deny that she had fallen for this broken man. Could two broken people
