ELENA'S POV;

"I really don't know who he is," I said as Antonio had me whimpering with need.

Having Antonio take me in different positions the other night made me so sore the next morning.

I noticed the alcohol and a glass cup with ice in it, on the table beside the bed and wondered if he was high but the bottle was still sealed.

My heat was screaming for release and yet he wouldn't permit that.

"Antonio," I called. "I promise I don't know him."

"Then why did he approach you? The nerve he had to speak to you that way, right in front of me." I gulped. "I...