radicalducati WHO IS DIANA
WHO IS DIANA
Antonio scooped Angela up in his arms, cradling her against his chest. She was so small and fragile. “I am at my limits, Freckles, you better be able to handle me”. “No… please..my body is still sore..” Angela breathed hotly, her legs still weak. She had so much to say but her body has not fully recovered from the sweet torture yet. “Where.. are…you…taking…” She paused, taking a break. “Save the Strength, Freckles”. Antonio replied and walked out of the emergency room, carefully navigating the busy hallways. The female servants they met on the way bowed and mumbled words to each other. Angela felt so ashamed being carried like a child, not only that, the wetness under her grosses her out. Also why is Antonio carrying her with such gentleness? Maybe he was being careful so that she wouldn't pass out again given her present condition. Still she couldn't help but think about how that vibration made her feel kind of good, will he do it again? She shifted in his arms nervously. “What the hell am I thinking all of a sudden? I was abused…why does it look like I am enjoying this..” She closed her eyes and cursed. Opening her eyes she couldn't see Antonio's face from beneath his sharp jawline; she was resting on his chest; it was broad enough to make a good room for her head and hands to glue on. Antonio gazed down at Angela. Why is she clinging onto me like that? Shit is making me even tighter…If she continues like this, I might not be able to make it to the room and take her down here and now, he thought and drew a deep hot breath. Antonio's senses were suddenly assaulted by a familiar voice. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the voice sneered. Antonio's blood ran cold at the spot, recognizing the voice. Damon was leaning against the wall in front of them with a smirk on his face, his eyes raked over Angela, who lay still in Antonio's arms, hiding her face into his chest. “I heard you've got yourself a pretty little trophy wife," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. Antonio's jaw clenched tightly. "What are you doing here?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Just paying my brother a visit,”Damon said, shrugging. Sounds like another Arrogant member of the family, however his voice is so gentle and soothing to the ear,Angela thought. “And also, to welcome our new bride.” Damon smiled but Anthonio's face was as cold as ice. "I heard the maids gossiping about your little escapade in the emergency room," Damon continued, a glint of amusement in his eyes, "I thought I'd come see what all the fuss was about”. Angela's face flushed in embarrassment and shifted in Anthonio's arms. “They knew about it? Was my voice that loud and obvious?” She said to herself. Damon's gaze lowered at her, Anthonio followed his gaze too. “Is the little lady alright? Hello sister-in-law…” He leaned lower and smiled at Angela. Angela heard him and turned her head to look at the man,their eyes met. That face…,her heart skipped a beat. No way! “Hello..how are you doing?” Damon said softly with a soft smile. Angela opened her mouth, about to answer. “I do not permit you to speak”. Anthonio's voice roared,his eyes went back to his step brother's face. Angela quickly turned her face back to Anthonio's chest,her ears red. Damon laughed out, the sound grating on Antonio's ears. "Poor thing,how cute," he said, shaking his head. "Is the contract money really worth all this trouble, little miss?" He asked. “You dare not speak of this to Grandma”. Anthonio replied. Damon's gaze rose up to Anthonio's then straightened up,two hands folded. "Well of course,I mean, she's not exactly a beauty queen so it's obvious to doubt the genuineness of your relationship with a low birth,I am sure Grandma will figure it out herself.” "I mean, seriously,”Damon continued, his voice taking on a sarcastic tone. "She's not exactly the kind of woman I would expect you to play games with. You always went for the hot, sexy type. What happened? Did you suddenly develop a taste for plain, low-birth women? What a gentleman". “This is none of your business,get the hell out of my sight before I make you"Anthonio snarled, his voice low and menacing. "What?" Damon asked, feigning innocence. "You want me to leave?Come on, I am your sweet brother, be nicer,you dark hair devil”. He looked up from his little act and found Anthonio glaring at him unimpressed. "Fine, fine," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm leaving. No need to get all worked up." He turned on his heel and started to walk away. Anthonio wanted to take a step forward then Damon spoke again. “You act like she is the next Diana”. Angela never heard of that name,but whosoever that was, had a huge effect on Mr Anthonio ,she could feel his hands shaking after that statement. She could feel his heart pounding so hard too. He stood at the same spot for almost a minute before heading to his room. His step a little unsteady than normal. Angela tried not to make a move or anything. She knew better to shut up and act dead or else… Finally they got to his room entrance,that would be Angela's first time there. The guard at the door post opened the door to the room and Anthonio walked into the room. The room was something out of a dream,big yet a bit empty, the double king bed covered in royal purple..gave her some dirty thoughts about Anthonio having a foursome. Maybe two ladies and a guy,since the freak swings both sides. Else why would anyone get a double king bed? Surprisingly Anthonio put her on the bed and without saying a single word he left the room. Angela was confused. “That's it?Am I supposed to wait for him here?(groans)My head hurts”. She sighed and laid down on the bed,her eyes closed. “How on earth did I end up in this miserable place, and who the hell is Diana?” That was the first question that came to her mind.