15. Dario #3
I know she’s scanning the crowd, and when she gently nudges me, I let her lead us in a half circle so she can see the other side of the room. A few seconds later she whispers, “Yes, and I swear he’s pouting like a little baby.”
The image pulls a soft laugh from me. “Good.” Knowing he’s watching, I slide my hand down her exposed back, grazing my fingers along her spine before resting it possessively on her lower back.
My other hand threads into her hair, fisting it as I kiss a line up her neck.
I know it’s driving him crazy to see me mark my wife like this in public, and I know it’s going to be the image that tips him over the edge later on when he’s deciding whether or not the risk is worth it.
This will haunt him, and he’ll never be able to let it go.
Driving the knife in, I turn my head, catching the heated look he’s giving what’s mine before he can hide it. When I smirk and bring my hand lower so I’m cupping her ass and pulling her tighter against me, his jaw tightens before he turns and walks out of the room.
“That should do it,” I say, kissing Mia’s cheek and giving her ass a soft pat before loosening my grip on her hair. “Just so you know, that wasn’t just for him. I needed to really piss him off, but all that was really for me.”
Grabbing my waist, she presses her body against my obvious hard-on. “I know it was.” I swear her eyes sparkle with amusement when she adds, “You must be miserable walking around with that.”
I cup her face and lightly drag my thumb along her jaw. “Don’t worry. You’re going to be making it go away very soon. ”
“You think?”
“I know, piccola vipera .”
Her fingers dig into my waist as I look over and nod at Sandro, letting him know it’s time to go.
He grins down at the woman in his arms and tells her something that makes her laugh and shake her head at him before he lets her go and follows us off the dance floor.
I don’t bother trying to spot Sasha, knowing he’s already watching and headed our way.
“Leaving so soon, Signore Alessi?”
I try not to grimace at the sound of Claudio’s voice or to show how much he disgusts me.
I manage to keep my face blank, but Mia hears my pained groan and slips her fingers into the waistband of my pants, wiggling them around until she’s under my shirt and she feels the bare skin of my back beneath her.
Her touch is more soothing than she’ll ever be able to understand, and it’s the only thing that makes dealing with Claudio tolerable. The smile I give him feels a lot more genuine when coupled with the soft drag of Mia’s nails along my skin.
“Sorry, Claudio, but we need to leave early,” I tell him. “We appreciate the invitation.”
Before he can get offended, Mia smiles at him and adds, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bellantoni, and to be able to see your beautiful home.”
“You’re welcome anytime, Signora Alessi,” he says, nearly salivating at her praise.
“I’ll remember that.” She looks up at me and grins. “I’ll make sure my husband brings me back to Italy soon.”
Claudio claps his hands, thrilled at the friendship he already imagines is blossoming between us.
He’s in for a rude awakening, because I have no intention of ever stepping foot inside this monstrosity of a house ever again.
I save that revelation for another day, though.
For now, I smile at the pompous ass and then lead my beautiful wife away from his perverted stare .
“He has such a hard-on for you,” Sandro mutters when we’re far enough away.
“I feel so sorry for the women he hired,” Mia says. “I hope they’re at least getting one hell of a payment for this.”
“I’ve always heard he pays well,” I say, “and he’s not abusive. They just have to endure the sight and sound of him naked and grunting.”
“Gross.” Mia cringes, and I squeeze her shoulder.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be seeing him again,” I tell her.
“Glad to hear it,” she says right as we reach the door and Sasha comes walking over, smoothly slipping in behind her like he’d planned it this way from the beginning.
I have no idea what he’s been up to or where he’s been hiding, but I don’t see any visible blood on him, so I’m assuming everything went okay.
Once outside, we wait as the valet brings our cars around. Our men are already waiting in the SUVs, and when I help Mia into my Ferrari, the first SUV pulls in front to lead the way out while Sandro and Sasha get into the Porsche.
“Well, that was interesting,” Mia says. She looks out the window, trying to see into the darkness beyond Claudio’s security lights, but as soon as we turn onto the main road, she gives up and settles back in her seat.
“You’re the only thing that made that tolerable,” I tell her. Bringing my hand to my face, I smell the fingers that were inside her, groaning at the scent that still lingers on them. “I would endure anything if the end result left me coated in the intoxicating scent of your pussy.”
“I’ll remember that,” she says, and then sighs when she hears her phone buzzing from the glovebox. She didn’t bring a purse, and the dress didn’t allow her to carry anything, so she’d left it in the car before we went inside. Digging it out, she looks at the screen. “It’s my dad.”
“The man who’s going to want me dead very soon,” I say right before she answers it.
“Hey, Dad.”
I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I do hear the soft hitch of her breath when I slide my hand further up her thigh .
“Yeah, everything is fine,” she says, making me smile when she grabs my hand and tries to push it back to her knee. “Uh-huh, everyone is being super nice, and the house is beautiful.”
I soften my hand, and as soon as she does the same, I move it, slipping it through the slit that runs up her leg so I can feel the bare skin of her thigh beneath my palm.
“Yep,” she says, her voice a little clipped before she adds, “Dario’s behaving himself.”
I squeeze her thigh at that and trail my fingers higher.
“We just showed our faces at some swanky party, so we’re guessing it won’t be long before this douche makes a move,” she says, and I bite back a laugh imagining how Leonardo would react to being called a douche.
Lev says something that makes her laugh, and then a few seconds later, she groans. “Really, Dad?” Another pause, and then she says, “Okay, yeah, I know. I love you, too. Tell Mom I’ll call tomorrow. Bye.”
Instead of hanging up, she holds the phone out to me. “He wants to talk to you.”
I’m forced to take my hand off her thigh so I can grab the phone, but I quickly put it on speaker. Lev’s voice fills the car as I snake my hand back under Mia’s dress and up her thigh.
“Is everything really going okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, it’s good, Lev,” I tell him, ignoring the glare I know Mia is giving me. Her entire body is stiff as I trail my fingers up her thigh. “Mia’s doing a great job,” I add, and then turn my head to give her adorably angry face a quick wink.
“Of course she is,” Lev growls. He’s quiet for a second, and while he thinks, I slide my fingers higher, grinning when I feel her slick arousal coating her inner thighs.
She grabs my wrist right as her dad asks, “Are you behaving yourself, Dario?”
Unable to resist, I drag my finger higher, running it along her soaking wet slit before gently caressing her piercing.
“I always behave myself, Lev,” I say, which isn’t an answer, and I’m guessing he knows it. When I tell him the truth, he’s going to remember this conversation and probably shoot me for it.
“I will fucking kill you slowly,” he threatens and Mia’s fingers tighten around my wrist. I’m all set to fight her if she tries to pull me off her, but she surprises the fuck out of me by pushing my finger lower and then forcing me inside her just like she’d done earlier.
My naughty fucking girl.
I look over, memorizing the sight of her. She’s barely illuminated by the interior lights, but I can see enough to know she’s biting her lip to keep from moaning while her head tilts back and her eyes close.
“I know you will,” I tell her dad as his daughter forces my finger all the way in.
I’ve done a lot of questionable things in my time, but fingering Mia while I talk to her dad has got to be number two on the list—right below fucking her.
There’s a heavy sigh on the other end of the line, and I know he’s debating whether or not to get on the next flight, but I’m too busy feeling his daughter’s tight pussy clench around my finger to care about his dilemma.
I work my finger in and out of her, feeling her hips gently move to meet my thrusts.
Finally, he says, “Keep her safe, Dario. I’m trusting you with my daughter.”
“I promise no harm will come to her,” I tell him, easily making that particular promise while I drag my finger along her inner wall and work her piercing in the way that drives her crazy.
“This should be over soon, Lev. Leonardo saw her tonight, and I know he took the bait. He’ll be coming for her soon, and when he does, we’ll take him out. ”
I’m trying to reassure him so he won’t get his Russian ass on a plane and ruin everything, but the truth is this won’t be over in a few days.
This thing between me and his daughter has only just started, and I’m about to become the second son-in-law he never wanted.
I’ll let him have a few more days of ignorance, though.
There’s no point in giving him something else to worry about.
“I’ll let you know when we’ve got him,” I tell him, knowing I need to get off the phone before Mia starts moaning. Judging by how badly she’s trembling, she’s not going to last too much longer.
“Just keep her safe,” he says before hanging up. As soon as I hear the call disconnect, I rub her clit, pushing her over the edge as she throws her head back and moans my name. Her fingers grip my wrist while she rocks her hips, coming just as hard as she had earlier at the party.