Episode 11

Sliding his hand up her thigh, the man pressed and caressed her leg with expertise. Then he moved his hand up to her breast, squeezing tightly, leaving Angelina increasingly immersed in the sensations of pleasure he was stimulating in her body. Angelina moaned, throwing her head back, wanting him to continue with that wonderful torture, writhing her body towards him. The stranger went back to sucking on one of her breasts, further increasing her desire. It was as if liquid fire was running through her body, she wanted to feel everything that stranger could give her.

Timidly, she slid her hand to the first button of his shirt and began to undo the garment. As she had already noticed, when he was still dressed, his torso was muscular and defined. His muscles were well-defined and sculpted, displaying a perfect combination of size and definition. His chest stood out with its voluminous and toned muscles, forming a solid and imposing wall. Angelina imagined herself doing the same things to him that he was doing to her breasts.

His shoulders were broad and powerful, and she slid her hands over them to remove his shirt completely. Once she managed to take off that piece of clothing, Angelina began to slide her hands over his torso, touching his defined and rippled abdomen. Everything was new to her and she moved her hands further down, to the waistband of his pants to unbutton them, intending to also remove that piece of clothing.

"Not little girl. We can't go that far. Today, we will only stick to kissing and caressing." He whispered in Angelina's ear with his beautifully hoarse voice, preventing her from unbuttoning his pants. "He spoke, staring at her face flushed with desire and kissed her mouth again.

Again, he traced a trail of kisses that followed from her neck to just above Angelina's panties, devoting himself to sucking and licking her well-defined abdomen. At the same time, the stranger's hands squeezed her breasts, keeping her nipples between his fingers with strong pressure. Angelina threw her head back, arching her body towards his. She wanted him to touch her more intimately. Angelina felt completely wet, but the stranger did not advance beyond that.

Minutes later, with heavy breathing, he began to decrease the caresses and kisses, moving off her and leaving her naked in bed. If he continued a little longer with that, he wouldn't be able to resist.

"Angelina." He spoke with a husky and sensual voice. "As much as I want to go further with this, it's not right with you." His eyes slid over her body, which lay on the bed, with her beautiful blonde hair spread out, her lips reddened by his kisses, wearing only lace panties. It was a sight for any man. "Get dressed, I'm going to leave the room so you can be more comfortable."

Unable to say a word, Angelina watched the stranger pick up her dress from the floor and hand it to her. Angelina couldn't think of anything, only the sensations that man had provided to her body.

And so it was. She didn't even know the name of the man who had touched her with all the intimacy in the world. Coming to her senses, Angelina quickly got up from the bed to dress and leave that suite as soon as possible. Minutes later, she opened the door to the room to check if the hallway was empty and discreetly headed for the party's exit, calling an Uber to leave.

Angelina didn't want to see Bernardo again that night or have to give any explanation to Stella about where she had been all night. However, who she most feared encountering among the guests, as if nothing had happened between them, was the stranger. He knew her name, but she had no idea who he was.

In the adjacent room, where his security guards slept, Salvatore waited for Angelina to leave the suite after getting dressed. Some time later, back at the party, he searched for long blonde hair among the young women, but she had completely disappeared. Salvatore knew how to recognize a prostitute from afar, and that young woman, as forward and daring as she may have been, was not one. He couldn't disrespect his father's friend's house by seducing that girl and taking her virginity. Her name was Angelina. She was sweet and beautiful.

Upon arriving home, Angelina rushed to her bathroom to take a shower. She needed to rid her body of that man's scent, as she couldn't think of anything else but his touches and the sensations of pleasure that ran through her body. She wanted to have sex with him, yes, she did. She had to admit that to herself. Surely, he was part of some mafia family, because he clearly didn't want to go further with her. Stupid virginity rule.

Now that she knew about Bernardo's commitment to Giovanna, confirmed by himself, and couldn't marry him, who was the love of her life, it didn't make sense to remain a virgin so that her father could arrange her marriage with some unknown mafioso, who could be a disgusting old man. Angelina shuddered just at the thought of being touched by some old creep, like she had been by that stranger. No, she didn't want that for her life. Her mother's life was a constant reminder of what mafia marriages were like: Women were used for breeding, there was no love involved, while their husbands enjoyed life sleeping with several other women.

After showering, Angelina put on a long white silk nightgown and lay down on her bed. Another issue that came to her mind was the fight with Stella in the elevator and the things she had said. Since she was little, Angelina knew she had been adopted by Joseph and Olivia. She never imagined she could be the result of an affair between Joseph and another woman. A bastard. If that were true, how could Olivia be so loving towards her, when Angelina was living proof of her husband's infidelity? She needed to clear up that story once and for all.