Episode 10

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" She responded nervously, pulling the quilt that covered the bed to hide her body.

"This is my room," the stranger replied. "I was on the terrace while you... hmm... let's say... confessed your love to the boy who left here quite flustered," he mocked, smiling.

Despite her anger, Angelina couldn't help but notice how handsome he was and even more so when he smiled. She didn't recognize this man. She had never seen him anywhere before.

He had a striking presence that completely dominated the environment. His face had expressive features. His eyes were dark, piercing, and looked at Angelina with intensity. His eyebrows were well-defined and complemented the expression on his face perfectly. She would certainly remember him if she had seen him before.

A square, well-defined jaw added a touch of masculinity and determination. His shoulder-length dark hair was well-groomed. His posture was upright and confident, which made his appearance even more magnetic and attractive.

The stranger had an athletic and shapely body. He seemed to be much taller than Angelina, with a strong, toned physique. The muscles of his chest marked the shirt he wore.

THE STRANGER

"You heard everything?" asked Angelina, completely mortified, forgetting that she was almost naked in front of a stranger.

"Yes. Unfortunately, when I was about to go back to my room, you had just invaded it, along with your friend." He made sure to emphasize the word 'friend,' showing that indeed, he had heard the entire conversation, and that's what Bernardo thought he was to Angelina.

Ordinarily, they would have been two lovers or a couple, looking for a more intimate place. However, Bernardo did not want to proceed with Angelina. She was already quite hurt, and realizing that a stranger was also aware of it was too much. She didn't need an audience for her humiliation.

"You should have informed me that the room was yours!" Angelina said angrily, standing up from the bed to not remain in that vulnerable position, with the quilt wrapped around her body.

"The party is so dull that I decided to stay here, watching your conversation. I can say it was worth it." The stranger let his eyes glide over Angelina's body, reminding her that he must have seen her naked when she took off her dress for Bernardo.

"That's not the behavior of a decent man!" Angelina criticized, quite uncomfortable. "You invaded my privacy, overstepped the boundaries, and showed disrespect."

"In my defense, I can say that the scene I witnessed here today was also not fitting for an elegant and refined woman. You offered yourself naked to your friend, and he refused. I must say the boy has quite some strength..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, Angelina approached him and with her free hand, tried to slap his face, but he was quicker, grabbing her arm.

"You're a cynic!" Angelina spoke through clenched teeth. "You must be a party crasher at Don Vito's event! He doesn't have friends so low."

At this point, Angelina was quite mistaken. He was one of Don Vito's most prestigious guests, and if he so desired, Don Vito would turn a blind eye to anything he did with Angelina in that room.

"Calm down, little girl," he said, twisting Angelina's arm behind her back, causing the quilt she was holding with her other hand to loosen a bit, uncovering her breasts. With his body and mouth almost touching hers, he continued, "I may not be as resistant as your friend. You are far too beautiful. You don't compare to the bland women at this party."

Indeed, he was tired of Don Vito's party. The women, who knew who he was, couldn't stop offering themselves. Others did not know him, but they offered themselves all the same, attracted by the sensual and charming man he was.

"Don't you dare touch me!" Angelina's eyes expressed both fury and courage. She struggled to break free from him, but he was much stronger. If that stranger thought he could frighten her with that threat, he was sorely mistaken. "If Don Vito finds out what you're doing to me now, you can consider yourself a dead man."

"Really?!" He widened his eyes, feigning fear and astonishment, with the intention of mocking her. "And how did you end up here against your will?" He said, smiling, touching Angelina's face with one hand gently. "My suite is at the end of the hall because I didn't want to be disturbed by the sound of the party. People would have certainly noticed if I had brought you here by force." At the same time that he was speaking, he was walking Angelina back to the bed until she felt her legs hit that piece of furniture.

"I'll scream!" She threatened with a racing heart and trembling hands. The tension was palpable in the air.

Suddenly, their gazes met, and before Angelina could do anything, the stranger's mouth possessed hers in a dominating manner. At first, he only wanted to frighten that proud and arrogant young woman, but upon feeling Angelina's lips on his, so delicate and soft, he lost control and deepened the kiss, overcome by uncontrollable desire. She parted her lips slightly in search of air, and at that moment, the stranger took the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue.

At first, Angelina tried to resist the stranger's kisses, pushing on his muscular chest with her free arm, but when he began to run his hands over her body, she was overcome by a desire and an excitement she had never felt before. Unwillingly, she was already reciprocating his kisses, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting the quilt, which covered part of her body, drop to the ground completely.

The stranger laid Angelina on the bed amid kisses and soon began to suck on her neck, making her wrap her legs around his waist, bringing his body closer to hers. Next, he slid his mouth down to capture one of Angelina's breasts, sucking vigorously. The wet trail of his mouth left Angelina increasingly aroused. She felt his member press against her intimacy, but he was still clothed, and Angelina was wearing only her panties, moaning with every touch of his hand.