“Adrianna?” Brian asked from behind me. “Who is this guy?”
“Yeah, Adrianna. You got a voice why don’t you tell this kid who I am?” Anthony growled.
I rolled my eyes at him then turned my attention back to Brian.
“Ignore him. He’s just one of my father’s lackeys,” I said, instantly feeling the hairs on the back of my neck raise. He leaned close, his chest pressed against my back, his lips near my ear, his hands moving to my hips.
“Time to go, Reese’s, game over” he said.
I looked at Brian because like Anthony said the game was over and apparently, I had lost. I was too much of a chicken shit to turn around and face Anthony so I just kind of offered Brian a small smile as a consolation prize.
Brian just looked back and forth between Anthony and me before turning around and walking away. Everyone in school knew who my father was, what he did, and by me associating Anthony with my dad, Brian knew Anthony wasn’t someone you messed with.
“Let’s go,” he said gruffly into my ear.
“You should have been here hours ago,” I said, crossing my arms against my chest. His hands travelling the length of my arms.
“Yeah, you want to fight about that? Or you want to get the fuck out of here? Your call but in five seconds I’m going to be taking our clothes off because I can’t fucking wait another second or play another game with you. So, like I said your call; but I don’t think you want all these kids as an audience. Me? I don’t mind teaching them a thing or two.”
I turned around finally facing him and taking in the primal look in his eyes. Aside from the fury of wanting something so badly, there was a hint of humor in those blue eyes. He winked at me, pulling me close to him.
“Let’s get out of here, Reese’s, I’ve got big plans for you.” He kissed one corner of my mouth then the other before pulling back just a fraction to meet my gaze.
“Okay,” I whispered, letting him lead me out of the party, forgetting all about my friends. The butterflies in my belly were back, assaulting my nerves as I followed Anthony out of the party and to his truck. I didn’t know how far he’d go this time, all the other times he always put the brakes on before we ever got to the part where I could say Anthony Bianci took my virginity. Something in his eyes this time told me that tonight was the night.
He drove silently, barely looking at me the entire ride back to his place. It wasn’t until he pulled into the assigned parking spot of his new apartment that he looked over at me, placing his hand on my knee.
“It’s not too late for me to take you home.”
“Yes it is,” I whispered. “Because if you do I’ll never forgive you.” I held his gaze, watched as the wheels in his head turned before he nodded slightly.
“We’ll go slow,” he said, making me wonder if he was trying to reassure himself or me.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he agreed.
We walked hand in hand towards his apartment in silence. I tried not to show him how nervous I was, hoping I didn’t give away all the questions running through my head. What if I wasn’t good enough? Did I remember to shave my legs? I’m going to fuck this up because I have no idea what to do. What if he doesn’t get off? What if it hurts too much?
He opened the door and waited for me to walk inside, following me once I took those first few steps. The door closed softly and it sounded so loud amongst the silence. Anthony dropped his keys onto the coffee table and turned around to face me, for the first time I felt young and inexperienced around him.
“Why didn’t you answer my text messages?” I asked as he reached out and toyed with the strap of my tank top. His fingertips slowly traveled down my arm, barely touching me at the same time awakening me in a way I had never known.
“Lift your arms,” he whispered, ignoring my question.
“You were supposed to meet me at the party. I wanted to introduce you to my friends.” I tried to sound mad but knew I was failing miserably.
He pulled the shirt over my head, crumbling it into a ball and throwing it behind him. Anthony remained silent as he circled me, stopping to stand directly behind me. I jumped when his hands moved to my shoulders.
“It’s just me,” he whispered against my ear as he unfastened my bra. “Just say the word Reese’s, and I will stop.” His hands stilled, fingers hooked around the straps of my bra as he waited for my permission.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said hoarsely, looking over my shoulder into his crystal blue eyes. His gaze didn’t wander from mine as his fingers pulled the straps of my bra down my arms freeing my breasts that had never before felt so heavy. I licked my lips nervously before slowly turning around so he could look at me.