“Everything.”
“Well … I’m 22. I was born in Chicago. My mother is a teacher. I’m a biology graduate—”
“That’s how you know how to do all those things to my body!” he interrupted, making her laugh in shy delight at his compliment.
“What about your father?”
“Dead,” she said quietly. “Before I was born. What about you? Your family? This house! I thought you lived in the gypsy encampment yourself.”
“No. My mother was a gypsy, so I lived up there with her sometimes, but my father wasn’t.”
“Was your mother a flamenco dancer?” she asked, twirling his soft curls between her fingers.
“She was. She was famous, too. She tried to do what she could to help her community. But my father wasn’t so interested. He was a Spanish businessman from the city.” He paused, looking a little sad. “The people of the city don’t like the encampment. They want to get rid of it.”
“I’ve heard that,” she said sympathetically.
“My people are so poor. I try to help out as much as I can. I give them money, I encourage them. I do what I can.”
“Were they allowed to be together, your parents?”
“They loved each other despite everyone’s objections and they were married happily for 30 years. When they passed away, I promised my mother I would help with the community, so I do. I was left everything. But it’s not …” he hesitated.
“Go on?”
“All this, the house, the money, it’s not brought me happiness. All I wanted to do was dance. But the responsibility of the business, the house, the land … it’s tied me down in way I never wanted. It’s led me to make bad choices.”
She suddenly sensed that he might be talking about her. “So, will you have to marry a gypsy girl?” she asked recklessly, her heart filling with unbidden jealousy.
“I don’t know. The community expects it. They would be pleased if I did.” He looked at her hard. “You know this isn’t just a fancy of mine? I don’t sleep with my students. This is not just a bit of fun for me.”
There was a great vulnerability about him for a second or two.
“What is it then?” she asked in a whisper, afraid that if she spoke any louder, then this spell might be broken.
“I don’t know,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. She felt his body respond to hers again, and her own body quickly followed suit.
He turned her over onto her stomach and she could feel him, big and hard, poking into her back.
His hands roamed over her body and she was lost once again to the writhing rhythm of their bodies.
Chapter 12
She woke the next day to find the bed empty and the sun pouring into the room.
The bed was deliciously soft and the satin sheets cooled her skin. She could smell something sweet cooking and hear the sizzling of a pan. There was a dressing gown on the corner of the bed and she wrapped it around her body and followed the smell of cooking.
Antonio was in the kitchen, naked but for a towel around his lower half.
It was the most appealing thing she had ever seen, this god of a man preparing breakfast, his shining bare chest on display, and his soft eyes gazing at her.
“Go ahead and grab some coffee from the machine,” he said, kissing her on the forehead as she walked in.
She noticed for the first time the glass doors on the other side of the kitchen, leading out onto a sizeable patio.
He could see her curious eyes. “Sure, go ahead, look around.”
Donna wandered out of the glass doors and into a beautiful garden with statues and lemon trees, all surrounding a giant swimming pool.
This was like a tiny paradise. Without thinking, she undid her gown and jumped into the pool, naked. She came up for air and saw Antonio standing there, watching her.
“Watching you swimming around naked in the pool is too much for any man to ignore,” he laughed, throwing down his towel. “Breakfast can wait!”
He swam towards her like a predator hunting his prey. She would willingly be his prey any day, Donna thought to herself as he grabbed her, holding her up in the water, and kissing her neck.
They splashed around for a while until she finally got out to lie on the sun lounger, watching him do lengths. He was a fast, strong swimmer, and watching the flex and pull of his arms through the water turned her on.
She began touching herself absentmindedly, hardly realizing what her hands were doing. Spotting her naked on the lounger, he stared at her body with the look of a tiger about to pounce.
He emerged from the water, a look of fierce lust on his face.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
She giggled nervously and turned over onto her front.
“I want you on all fours.” He was deadly serious as he gave her instructions.
She got on her hands and knees on the lounger, waiting for whatever he would do next.
He walked up behind her, his erection prominent. She looked back at him over her shoulder, giving him a dirty little smile.
“Be careful, Donna. My appetite is strong.”
He caressed her ass and then instinctively slapped her hard across one cheek.
She let out a little yelp and Antonio waited to see her next reaction. But she didn’t move, just stuck out her ass further, as if asking for more. He smacked her again, harder this time, on the other cheek.
He traced his hands all the way to her crease and slipped his finger inside. She was dripping wet. He began spanking her harder and harder, red marks forming across her backside as she yelped and squealed and asked for more.
Finally, not able to withstand another second of waiting, he shoved his aching member into her wet pussy and fucked her hard from behind. All the while she moaned with pleasure.
“I saw you while I was dancing,” he told her in the heat of passion. “I wanted to take you there and then. I’ve been thinking about you ever since.”
“I wanted you too,” she replied, gulping for breath as his engorged cock pounded into her. “I thought of you every night. I touched myself thinking of you. I dreamed of you.”
He imagined her night after night, masturbating, frigging herself off as she thought of him, just as he had done with her.
He felt her pussy begin to contract, her moans growing louder. He couldn’t hold it any longer and climaxed against her shuddering body.
“Time for breakfast,” he said, panting jovially.
They went into the beautiful tiled kitchen and he fed her fresh egg tortillas and Spanish ham, with the local honey on white baguettes.
She sat, looking gorgeously disheveled in his dressing gown, eating hungrily. They were both famished after their little pool party.
Antonio thought how young and vulnerable she looked.
I want to protect her, to please her. I want her to yearn for me, to admire me.
She is so hot and so talented and she doesn’t have any idea.
She was looking at the black and white photographs on the kitchen wall.
“Who is that?” Her eyebrows knit together in that curious way she had when she was concentrating.
“My mother,” he said. “That’s her in a dance show in Madrid.”
“She must have been really good.”
“You know, you’re not a bad dancer yourself,” he ventured.
She giggled shyly. “Thanks, I’ll take it.” She blushed, and basked in his rare praise. “I have a really good teacher, actually.”
“With work, lots of work, you could be really great. Do you think you would ever want to take it further?”
“I will definitely see if I can get some lessons back in the States. I won’t give up now. I love it.”
“And what if I wanted you to dance with me?” The question hung in the air, as if all the pieces of the puzzle would fall into place with this final idea.
They smiled at each other and left the question alone.
“That swim was great. Just what I needed.” She winked at
him, letting know it wasn’t just the swim that she’d needed.
He was staring at her with wistful eyes and he reached over and took her in a long, tender hug. “It’s nice to see you swimming in the pool. I don’t know how someone so tiny can fill up this whole place with life.”
Chapter 13
After breakfast, Antonio pushed his plate away and yawned.
Donna watched in delight as his chest expanded while he breathed in. She couldn’t help but look at him. He was magnificent. Whenever her eyes fell on him, she felt she was looking at a masterpiece, an exquisite painting.
He took her hand. “I would gladly spend the next couple of hours exploring every part of you, but … I have urgent business to get to, and pleasure must wait a little.”
“All right, I’ll get out of your hair,” she said with a teasing pout.
“No, please stay. If you can, enjoy the gardens, make yourself at home. And when I’m done I will drive you into town and we can go for lunch. There is a little café I know on the seafront. They have the most delicious paella. Besides, I want to fuck you on the sand.”
Well, how was a girl to say no to that?
Donna wandered about the house in a dream-like daze.
It was as if she had stepped into a fairy-tale. Her heart was fluttering and she couldn’t do anything to make it stop.
There was a library, a games room, a Jacuzzi, and a gymnasium. In the living room there was a grand piano and a small stage covered in marks, where flamenco dancers had worn the floorboards.
She had never seen a place like this before. Persian rugs, chandeliers, and original art hung from the walls. It really did feel like a self-contained castle. She imagined living here full-time, and then put the thought out of her mind quickly.
She didn’t want to get too attached. Antonio was a dancer, a millionaire, and a total hottie.
He must do this kind of thing a lot. He could have his pick of women. The thought of that jarred her to her core.
This, she told herself, could be a truly great summer of love. Let it be enough.
She looked at her phone, checking the calendar. Her heart sank, realizing she only had four weeks left until her flight home. But what a month they could have!
As she was wandering through the rooms, a seemingly infinite labyrinth, she heard the creak of a door. She looked around—no one.
She followed the noise, heading down the corridor, and caught sight of a figure in purple shooting off around the corner. She instantly thought of Ivan and a chill went through her.
What was it about that man that unnerved her so much?
She wandered around a little longer, but whoever had been there had disappeared.
One of the adjacent doors was agape and as she pushed it fully open, it revealed a beautiful library. The walls were lined with books reaching up to the ceiling.
It was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. She walked to the little chestnut wood desk in the middle of the room. A green reading light was on and the desk looked messy, as though it had recently been disturbed.
As she leaned over to switch off the light, her eyes fell onto the printouts strewn across the table. Something instinctive made her reach down.
Noticing something familiar in the photo, she uncovered it.
A deep sinking feeling came over her and she thought she might faint.
Chapter 14
“Your little game is over,” Donna said as calmly as possible.
Antonio was leaning over a computer in the kitchen and was startled by her entrance and the quaver in her voice.
“I’ve found them.”
He looked at her with obvious confusion. “Found what?”
Losing the battle with her intense anger, she flung the photos and documents down on the table.
He looked down at the photos: hundreds of photos of her. At José’s villa, on her balcony in the night, walking around town, and even at the airport, arm in arm with José. The photos, each a private moment from her life, were each a violation she felt intensely.
Antonio looked up, devastated.
“Donna, I—”
“I don’t know what sick game you and your uncle have been playing, but it’s over now. The game is up.” She took a deep breath, promising herself she wouldn’t cry in front of him. No, the tears could come later.
“I’ve read the papers,” she continued. “I’ve read your little strategy to get me to give you information on José’s father. I don’t know why you bothered. What influence do you think I have? Who do you think I am?” she asked incredulously. “And to think I thought I was actually falling for you,” she laughed bitterly through angry tears.
“I need to explain this, Donna. I need you to understand.” He tried to reach out to her to hold her hands, to hug her, anything to make her remember the connection they shared, but she flinched away.
“Are these your papers or not? Just answer me truthfully.”
He nodded, a pained expression on his face.
Donna turned on her heels and ran out of the house. She ran and ran, through the forest, through the woods. She ran until she thought her lungs would explode.
Finally unable to run or breathe, she burst into tears.
Chapter 15
Donna spent the next couple of weeks close to her temporary home. She became sullen and quiet. She spent her time with Maria and José, and only ventured out of the house when they accompanied her.
She had done some of her own research. She started reading old news articles online, following the local news. And she subtly started asking José questions. José’s father was planning to destroy the gypsy community on the hillside. He wanted the community moved, and as quickly as possible. As a powerful figure in the community, he was in a position to do a lot of damage. She could see that.
She could see why Antonio had done what he had. He wanted to protect his community. Regardless, he had used her badly, and it smarted.
Every time she thought back on their time together, she tried to place it in the context of what new information she’d been able to unwittingly give him. But nothing would stick, and her heart ached beyond reason or words.
She had been in a pawn in a game that was much more important to the players than her feelings. She must accept that now and move on.
“Donna, can we talk alone?” José was talking to her, bringing her back to the present.
“Sure,” Donna nodded, though she wasn’t really listening. She was in the kitchen stirring a cup of lukewarm tea round and round into a little whirlpool, wishing she could drop her heart in such a maelstrom and flush it away. Too preoccupied with her own morose thoughts, she didn’t notice the tone of his voice or catch the glimpse in his eye.
They walked out onto the beach, twilight sparkling around them.
José, his hands in his pockets, began walking along. Donna fell into step naturally.
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