I wheel myself out of the room without looking back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Antonella
The dream starts soft.
Warm fingers trailing up my thigh.
I shift on the mattress, pressing into the sensation. My body knows what it wants before my mind catches up. Heat pools low in my belly as those fingers climb higher. Teasing. Taking their time.
In the dream, I'm back in Bruno's room. His hands are on me, spreading my thighs apart with that commanding grip I've come to crave.
I moan softly. The sound feels distant. Muffled.
The fingers reach the edge of my underwear. Pause. Then slip beneath the fabric.
My hips roll forward. Seeking. Wanting.
One finger traces along my entrance. Testing. Finding me already wet.
"Bruno..." His name falls from my lips like a prayer.
The finger pushes inside.
My eyes fly open.
The room is dark. My room. Not Bruno's.
But the sensation doesn't stop.
I look down. Bruno sits in his wheelchair at the edge of my bed. His hand disappears beneath my blanket. Beneath my shorts.
His finger curls inside me.
"What—" I gasp, my body arching off the mattress. "What are you doing?"
Bruno's eyes gleam in the darkness. He has the look that says he's already decided what he wants and nothing will stop him from taking it.
"Why aren't you in my bed?"
His voice is rough. Demanding. Like I've committed some unforgivable offense by sleeping in my own room.
"Gianna is—" I try to form a coherent thought, but his finger moves deeper. My words dissolve into a whimper. "She's down the hall. I didn't want her to?—"
Bruno adds a second finger.
I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. The stretch burns in the best way. My walls clench around him, greedy and desperate.
"You didn't want her to what?" Bruno's thumb finds my clit. Presses. Circles. "Hear you screaming my name?"
"Bruno—"
"Because that's going to happen regardless." He pumps his fingers slowly. Deliberately. "Whether you're in your bed or mine."
I grab the sheets. Twist them in my fists. My hips move on their own, riding his hand like I have no control over my own body.
Maybe I don't. Not when he touches me like this.