Chapter 9 #2
I get in, and he wastes no time driving off. As soon as we’re moving, his hand lands on my thigh, and I sit completely still, not moving an inch. My skin crawls at his touch, but I don’t want to say or do anything to make him mad. Giana was right. His temper is one of the things he’s known for.
We’re heading downtown, and a while later, we pull up in front of Luigi’s Steakhouse.
It’s one of the most expensive places here, and there’s usually a wait list to get in.
It’s also where everyone who is anyone in this city goes to be seen.
I guess it’s going to be that kind of night, one where he wants to show off.
He pulls up to the valet and gets out while one of them helps me out of the car. I walk around to the front and stand beside him. He grabs my hand in his, and we walk into the restaurant.
We’re instantly being shown to our seats.
The decor inside definitely showcases the place's extravagance. The high ceilings are adorned with expensive chandeliers, and the two floors of dining space. We’re shown to our table by the window, which is floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the city. The view is definitely breathtaking.
We take our seats, and Salvatore instantly starts chatting. A moment later, the waiter comes over to us, and Salvatore orders for both of us. Ugh! I would have at least liked to order for myself.
This is actually one of my favorite places because I used to come here all the time with Luca.
The food is amazing, but I’m a picky eater.
Salvatore orders the drinks, then gets us both calamari for the appetizer, lamb something or the other for our entrées, and crème Brulé for dessert.
The only thing I’ll be able to eat is the dessert since I don’t eat calamari or lamb.
I let out a sigh as this supposed date is already off to a bad start.
The waiter leaves, and Salvatore grabs my hand on the table so anyone watching us can see as he starts talking again.
He moves his chair a little closer to mine so he can touch my thigh with his grabby hands, and I have to grit my teeth hard to not say a word.
“So, are you as excited as I am for our upcoming wedding?” he asks as he stares at my cleavage.
“I absolutely cannot wait,” I say with a fake smile.
“Me either. Though what I’m really excited for is our wedding night,” he says with a smirk. I instantly want to vomit!
Our drinks come, and even though I’m not a drinker, I gulp down the champagne he ordered for me.
I figure the only way to get through the night with this dickhead is to get a little drunk.
I’m on glass number two when Salvatore gets a call, and I’m glad for the reprieve.
I don’t have to listen to him bore me to death for the next however long his call takes.
I use the time to look around the restaurant. I’m perusing the tables when a moment later, my eyes collide with Enzo’s. He is sitting a few tables away from ours, with another woman. I instantly feel a slight pain in my chest, and I quickly look away from him.
I shouldn’t be feeling any hurt, since it’s not like we have anything serious going on.
I have to keep reminding myself that I’m getting married soon.
I mean, the guy hasn’t even called me once in the two weeks since we last slept together, so why am I feeling so hollow right now?
I drain the rest of my glass, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.
Salvatore is still on the phone, so I grab his attention.
“I’m heading to the ladies’ room,” I murmur, and he nods his head in acknowledgment.
I get up and head for the bathroom. I actually do need to pee after all the champagne, so I do my business and then step out of the stall.
As I wash my hands, my mind is still on Enzo and the fact that he’s here with another woman.
My head clouds with jealousy, and it consumes me at this point.
Why did I have to like him, even a little, when I’m not supposed to?
I grab onto the edge of the sink, with my head down, and focus on getting myself under control.
I’m out of my depth here, since I’ve never felt like this before.
Jealousy is a new feeling, and I don’t know what to do with that.
I’ve never had my heart feel like it’s breaking over a guy before, either.
Is this what it’s like? You just want to scream, rage, and possibly break lots of things.
The bathroom door opens behind me, and I scrunch up the tissue in my hand and lift my head, intending to throw it away, but my eyes meet his in the mirror. He’s standing with his back against the door, and I let out a gasp when I see him reach behind to flick the lock.
“Hi, baby,” he says with a smirk as I continue to stare at him through the mirror.
Holy shit! He looks hot! I didn’t get the full effect while he was sitting at his table, but now that he’s closer, well… I’m getting it all. And I kind of want to slap him in the face.
He’s wearing a white button-down shirt with the first two buttons undone, revealing a peek of the tattoos on his chest and up his neck.
He has his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, along with black slacks that look tailored to fit him.
He’s nothing but lethal perfection as he stands there and stares at me.
I don’t want to admit that he’s making my body tingle with arousal by just standing there, doing nothing. I can feel his powerful presence around me, see the darkness in him, and the lust lurking in his eyes. There’s a pull between us, the chemistry so potent and undeniable.
“Don’t call me that!” I snap at him.
“Why not, baby?”
“Because I’m not your fucking baby! You are literally here with another woman. What are you doing in here, anyway?”
“Yeah, you are my baby. Or do you prefer my hot little cum slut? And you’re here with another man. I came to see you, obviously.”
“I wouldn’t be here with him if I had a choice,” I huff out. “Why are you here to see me in the women’s bathroom?”
“I’m pretty sure you can guess why I’m here, babe.”
“You need to pee, and the men’s bathroom is full?” I ask, and he throws his head back and laughs. Dear God! Even his fucking laugh is nice.
“No. I’m here right now because my cock is hard as a rock from seeing you, and he needs inside that tight little hole you have between those sexy, long legs of yours,” he says with a smirk and a groan slips out.
I spin around and, without meaning to, my eyes land directly on his crotch area.
He’s not lying. His cock is big and hard through his pants, and I discreetly try to squeeze my legs together.
I know he noticed when he gives me a devilish grin just before he pushes away from the door and walks over to me.
“Stop. We can’t. We’re both here with other people, so you should go back to your date,” I mutter.
“Aw, are you jealous, baby?” he asks once he’s right in front of me.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him, and I let out a gasp as our pelvises collide.
My arms land on his chest as I intend to push him away, but when I look up at him, there’s a fire in his eyes.
One that seems to match the fire that’s starting between my legs.
“I’m not fucking jealous of you and your flavor of the night!” I snap at him. His answer is to slam his lips down on mine.
Fuck! The kiss is hot and heavy, passionate, and it instantly starts to burn me up inside, making me so needy for him.
“You sound bitter, baby,” he says when he pulls his lips away from mine.
He spins me around before I can say a word and pushes me down so that I’m bent in half.
“This is going to be hard and fast, my little slut. I’m going to pound this hot little cunt until you squeeze all the seed out of my balls for me, because where do they belong? ”
“I… uh…” I try to answer, but he’s pushed my panties to the side, and he has a finger inside me, lazily stroking and driving me so crazy I can’t even think straight to answer him.
“Answer me, babe. Where does my seed belong?”
“We should be using a condom,” I mutter.
“I’ll get you the morning-after pill. But you didn’t answer my question. Where does my seed belong?” He strums my clit, and dear God, I can’t think straight with the pleasure currently rolling through my body.
“Inside me. Your seed belongs inside my pussy!” I gasp.
“That’s right, my hot little cumslut. It all belongs inside your tight cunt,” he growls.
“We shouldn’t….” is all I manage as he lifts my dress higher up until it’s over my waist. He slaps both of my ass cheeks hard, and I let out a squeak at the pain.
It also feels delicious, and a second later, my panties get even more drenched.
He pulls his finger out of me, and when I lift my head to look at him in the mirror, he smirks before shoving it into his mouth.
I hear him unbuckle his pants, and then the zipper sounds as he lowers it. He rips my panties down my legs, and I groan at how he’s manhandling me. Since when am I attracted to that shit? If Salvatore tried that crap, I’d want to stab him.
“God damn, you’re so fucking wet and ready for me to slam my cock inside your pretty little hole, aren’t you, baby?
” he questions, as he lifts me up from my bending position with a hand around my throat, twisting my head so that I’m looking at us in the mirror.
As soon as my eyes land on his, he slams into me with a hard thrust until he’s balls deep inside me.
I let out a scream as he jerks his hips, making his big cock slide in and out of me.
“Fuck!” I quietly scream. I can feel his piercings as they glide along the walls of my pussy, and they feel so fucking good, rubbing up and down inside me. “Fucking fuck me harder with that big-as-fuck cock!”
“Oh yeah? You like my big fucking cock using this tiny pussy of yours? You like having my piercings rub against your tight walls, huh, baby?”
“Yeees!” I groan out.
“Mm,” he groans. “Look at how your greedy hole is milking my cock already. Such an impatient little slut, wanting my seed in your cunt before I’m ready to give it to you! Tell me, baby, how bad do you want Daddy to seed your pussy?”
The use of the word Daddy as Enzo refers to himself feels like something has clicked inside my head. I’m instantly hotter than before. It’s like the inferno he’s already started is burning ten times brighter now.
“Please! Please! I need it so bad! Please fuck me and fill me with your seed, Daddy!” I pant and beg all at the same time.
He doesn’t, though. He stops moving, his cock buried all the way inside me.
I can feel his tip at the opening of my cervix, and all of a sudden, I feel a gush of wetness leak out of me, drenching his cock.
I groan at how amazing the unexpected orgasm feels as it courses through my entire system.
He pulls me closer to him, so that my back is now touching his chest, with that damn hand still around my throat. He squeezes tight for a second before relaxing his hold while keeping me in place so that we’re still looking at each other through the mirror.
“Did you wear those panties for him?”
“Huh?” I ask, totally confused because I’m very much overstimulated right now. He was hot a second ago while he was taunting me, but now it’s like there’s a lethal awareness surrounding him. His voice is calm, but I can hear the deadliness in his tone.
“Did. Thrust. You. Thrust. Wear. Thrust. Those. Thrust. Panties. Thrust. For. Thrust. Him?” he growls, while all I can do is groan at his possessive tone.
“I asked you a question, and if you don’t answer, I’ll take my cock out of this needy cunt.
I’ll stop fucking you, and you won’t get to come again on Daddy’s cock, like I know you’re craving to do, babe. ”
“N-n-no,” I manage to gasp out.
“Did you fuck him yet? Did you let him have my pussy?”
“Of course not,” I mumble. “Why does that even matter? Aren’t you here with some bimbo?”
“Good. This pussy belongs to Daddy until you tie the knot. And I’m not here with her because I want to be.
My father blindsided me with a date, and I couldn’t refuse the old man,” he explains.
Still feeling some type of way, though, I lift one of my hands above my head and, once I touch his neck, I rake my nails across the skin.
“Fucking hell! I guess my type is vicious and jealous bitches,” he growls as he starts to move again, hammering his cock into me, all the while looking at me through the mirror. I smirk when I see the red marks from my nails appear on his skin.
He twists my head none too gently, slamming his lips to mine for a hot and brutal kiss. His other hand moves to my clit, rubbing my sensitive bud as he plunges his cock in and out of my pussy.
His thrusts are savage. He’s looking down at where his cock is pummeling me, and there’s nothing but ecstasy clouding his face. I can’t hold it in anymore, and I try to stifle my screams as my pussy creams on his cock.
It gushes out of me in waves. Holy fucking shit! I think I just squirted again. The feeling is intense as I keep coming on his big dick. A moment later, he pushes his cock all the way inside me again, his tip at the mouth of my cervix once more as I feel it pulsing inside me.
I cry out as he releases spurt after spurt of his seed inside me. He slumps over, our breathing hard and shaky, as we try to catch our breaths.
He pulls out of me, and I wince at how sore my pussy feels.
I can instantly feel his cum start to leak out of me.
Fuck! The feeling makes me want to rub my pussy hard until I come again.
He uses his fingers to push the cum that was running out, back inside me before he pulls my panties up my legs, taps me on the ass, and then he fixes my dress.
“Wait, I have to um… I have to clean up your cum,” I tell him, my cheeks on fire.
“Oh no, baby. You’re going to go back to your fiancé with my cum still inside you. I want you to eat your dinner while my seed leaks out of your greedy pussy for the rest of the night.”