Chapter Eight #2
Then I felt it. Prickles along my skin. Someone was watching me, but it wasn’t my husband.
I searched for the source and at the bar, a man glowered in my direction.
Pretending not to notice him, I glanced away and moments later, the prickling sensation left as I lost myself in the dirty song with my bestie, Gia, grinding her ass against mine.
My eyes roamed the club and traveled up to a platform I hadn’t noticed before, where several sets of eyes were watching me.
Then I saw them, the band of brothers. I knew they’d be here.
Gio, Tano, Vinny, Tony, Fausto, and Massimo.
My gaze settled on Romeo. His glare traveled down my body with a mix of hunger and anger.
Staying true to my plan, but being a little drunk from the shots, I turned and wiggled my ass in his direction, then spun back around and blew him a kiss.
His glare seared me, sending tingles down to my core and zapping my clit with such intensity, that I almost stumbled on my six-inch heels.
I couldn’t look away and neither, it seemed, could he.
While my body danced with Gia, hers bumping and sliding along mine to the beat of the music.
And just before he could unload inside of me, I watched as a waitress passing the brothers’ table paused, and followed their collective gaze, to me and the girls.
She slammed her tray down, picked up a glass and poured its contents onto Gaetano’s lap.
Romeo leapt up with the rest of his brothers, and the spell his gaze held over me broke, leaving me weak-kneed and gasping. I watched in fascination as the waitress stormed away, with Gaetano, and Giovanni hot on her heels. I returned to my table to have another shot.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink, Mrs. Vitale.” Carlo said gently.
“Says who? My husband? Did he tell you to order me to stop drinking? I think not.”
Everything moved in slow motion as my fingers reached for the shot glass.
My girlfriends gasped, when a muscular hand gripped my wrist, the heat from the touch burning all the way through my body to my knees.
Romeo.
He tugged me to him and wrapped one arm possessively around me. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends, wife?”
His embrace didn’t fool me for a moment. Anger radiated from him, melting my insides to goo.
My girlfriends’ mouths hung open. Then Romeo reached out to Gia, who acted the most promiscuous of our friend group, and gently tugged her closer. Holding her gaze, he dropped a soft, sensual kiss on the back of her hand.
“Hi, Romeo, you may not remember me from years ago, but I’m Gia.” She wet her mouth with her tongue and bit provocatively on her bottom lip.
Bitch!
Romeo chuckled. “Not little Gia Beomi? It’s been too long, I didn’t recognize you.” His eyes darkened, his voice became a little more commanding. “It is my pleasure to see you again, Piccolina. What a beautiful woman you turned out to be.”
Bastard!
I’d seriously underestimated my husband’s sexual prowess. I attempted to pull out of his grip, but his arm was like an iron band around my shoulders. One by one, the girls fell to his charm, and I hated him for it. If this was his version of punishment, it was working.
His brothers slowly circled us, all but Tano and Gio who had gone after the waitress.
Suddenly surrounded by handsome men, my single friends were tripping over themselves to get at them.
Gia’s gaze moved from Romeo to Massimo and I saw a flutter of desire pass between them as he held her gaze.
I watched fascinated as Gia looked as immobile by Massimo’s hard look, as I was by Romeo's iron strength.
Did they know each other, they must if Gia knew Romeo.
Why had she never said anything to me? Massimo broke first and ordered Fausto, Tony and Vinny to take the girls onto the dance floor giving us a little privacy.
“Make sure they make it home safely, Massimo,” Romeo ordered.
“Yes, boss. Anything else?”
“Get the camera footage from Gio and find out who that guy at the bar was, and report back in the morning. I’ll need some time to punish my errant wife and don’t want to be disturbed.
” He snapped his fingers at Carlo. “You will be dealt with later.” Keeping his steel grip on me, Romeo hustled us from the club with two of his guards clearing the way.
Once in the car and safely buckled in, my arms crossed against my chest, I finally spared a moment to glare at Romeo.
“I hate you!” I pouted.
His eyes glittered dangerously. “So you keep saying. But I think you’ll change your tune.”
The promise in his eyes was unmistakable. To anyone else, Romeo would appear composed, cold, in full control, but the dark pools devoid of light spoke of another Romeo.
Primal.
A shock skittered down my spine and bloomed in my core. I was in trouble, and I hoped my shenanigans were worth whatever was about to happen.
As usual, Romeo seemed able to read my thoughts. “Don’t worry, Principessa, you won’t be getting the attention of other men again.”
Is that what he thought? That I was there to get attention from other men? Shit!
“But Rom—“
“Quiet!” He cut me off, and the harshness in his tone set me on edge.
“But—“ I tried again.
Romeo undid my seat belt and hauled me over his lap. His hand came down on my skimpily covered backside. Intense heat erupted where his hand landed. I squirmed, trying to avoid the smacks as they landed so fast and took my breath away.
“What’s the matter, wife? Don’t like the attention you asked for?”
A flurry of swats continued to land. I cried, great wracking sobs erupted from me even though he didn’t spank any harder than any other time.
I was so embarrassed with my husband’s guards in the front seats hearing the punishment I was receiving like some errant child.
And it wasn’t just the act of being humiliated in front of his guards, but that my actions had been misunderstood.
Every move on that dance floor had been meant for Romeo alone.
Every glance. Every sway of my hips. Yet somehow he’d mistaken my desperation for disloyalty.
Ripping the back of the dress over my hips, Romeo continued to spank me until I hung limply over his lap, crying my eyes out, with no strength left to resist him.
Heat encased my ass, making the skin feel tight and swollen.
All the guards had to do was turn their heads to see me, my naked ass burning red beneath the dim interior lights.
When the car pulled up, Romeo positioned me in his arms and carried me out of the car and into the house. He stalked down the darkened hallway to our suite, every step felt as if I was getting closer to the guillotine.
Somewhere between the club and the ride home, the game had stopped being fun. Now cradled in Romeo’s arms as he carried me through the silent halls of the estate, I realized I might have pushed my husband too far.