Page 18 of A Debt to Pay
“Say you’ll have dinner with me first.” I place a kiss on her jeans where I know underneath is her heat and squeeze her thighs. I’m about to say fuck it and take what’s mine when she gives in.
“Fine. I’ll have dinner with you.”
I quickly unzip her jeans and I’m convinced I potentially broke the zipper with the desperation to reach what’s underneath. I bury my face between her legs. Fuck, she smellssweeter under those jeans and it’s obvious she wants me as much as I want her by the wet spot on her underwear. “Your scent is intoxicating. More importantly, why are you wet? Do you enjoy fighting with me or is that your body’s natural reaction to my presence?”
There’s no reason. It’s how my body is.” The lack of eye contact she gives me reveals her lie.
She moans as I rub the pad of my thumb against her clit. Slow enough that it teases her, keeping her from coming before I allow her. “Do you know you get flustered when you lie?” I peel her underwear down her perfect frame to see the glisten between her legs. Her eyes widen and her body blushes when I bring her underwear to my face, inhaling her enticing scent before shoving them into my back pocket.
“You have to stop. Someone is going to see. There are guards all around the property, right?” She attempts to close her legs, but my grasp on the inside of her thighs keeps them open.
“No one would dare watch me please my future wife. If they did, I’d shove them in the basement and make them beg for mercy. If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away.”
“Alessandro, that’s not what that means.” Her words are cut off when I shove my face in between her legs. She must be tender from the last few nights, so I remind myself to be gentle with her, spoil her. I love it when she lets go, letting her body naturally take over. The way she grinds against my face, head back, and body relaxed makes my body crave to be inside her. She’s close, but she needs something to push her off the edge. I take my middle and ring finger, swiping up the wetness leaking out of her, and thrust them deep, curling to hit that spot she never knew existed before me. Almost immediately her breaths shallow and quicken and her body surprises both of us when she sprays my face as she comes. I lick my lips, savoring the tasteas I look up at Luci. I’ve never seen anyone this embarrassed, which makes me think she has no idea what happened. I hold onto her as she tries to run away, not wanting to address her embarrassment.
“You have no idea what happened.” I don’t need to ask her because, by the flush in her cheeks, it’s obvious that she wishes she could disappear from this world.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to stop it. It just happened. Please let me go.” Tears edge her eyes as she struggles against my hold, clawing to get away from me.
I yank her toward me, our noses almost touching when I force her to look at me. “What happened was one of the most amazing things you could have done. The amount of pleasure coursing through your body as I ate and finger fucked your pussy made you squirt. It’s something I plan on making you do often.” I pull out the underwear tucked in my back pocket, taking in her alluring scent again before shoving them back in. “Wear something that shows off your beautiful body tonight, and I will see you at seven for dinner.”
I have better things to do today than plan a date with Luci. Geno will be here in three days though and I need to prove to him that I’m able to collect our most valuable debt. Pulling out my phone, I shoot off a text, confirming that my men are accomplishing today’s jobs before telling my chef to make something for the two of us tonight. This plan has to work.
Chapter 17
Luci
25 Days Until The Wedding
The rest of the day goes by without a glance of Alessandro. Assuming he’s busy, I get ready for our dinner tonight. I swipe through the new dresses I have, keeping in mind what Alessandro asked of me. The dress I know he’s describing sits in the back of the closet, taunting me. I slide the clothes back and forth, wishing something else would show up between the mass amounts of clothes I’ve searched through already. The dress is the definition of a little black dress. Fitted, ending about mid-thigh with a sweetheart neckline and thin straps. I put it on with shaky hands, confident it’ll never zip, it won’t be flattering at certain angles, or I’ll simply have to be cut out of it. Partof me thinks if the last one were to happen, Alessandro would unapologetically savor it.
Once it’s on and zipped, I turn around to look in the mirror, relaxing my stiff shoulders when I take in my reflection. Shocked is a mild way to describe how this dress fits me. In moments like this, it would be helpful to have a friend. I pick up the phone Alessandro got me and call the only person I would consider to help.
“What’s up, babe? Fuck off, Marco!” The last part yelled in response to his irritated voice in the background.
Asking for help has never been my strong suit, but she’s the expert. “Hi El, it’s Luci. Are you busy helping Andrea with something for Marco? I need some help accessorizing. If you’re at work, I’ll figure it out myself.”
“No, I’m not busy. Andrea and I have today off. Let me step away and we can chat.” Muffled voices come from the background. One I know is Marco and the other I’m assuming is her boyfriend, Andrea by his French accent.
“If it’s your day off, what are you and Andrea doing with Marco?” Normally it would be an innocent question, but Marco’s flirtatiousness the other day comes back to me and now I’m curious.
There’s a brief pause in the conversation, ending before I can ask if she’s still there. “Don’t worry about it. What’s going on?”
“Alessandro and I are having dinner and I put that little black dress on, which by the way, fits perfectly. The only problem is, I don’t know what else to wear.”
“Girl, say less, video chat with me.” We switch to video as El adjusts her hair and I’m still wondering why Marco is there with her and Andrea. Instead of pushing it further, I show her my reflection in the mirror and wait for her reaction. “Yes! That dress was made for you. Seriously babe, it’s fucking hot. Listen, your hair is perfect, loving the crucifix necklace you always wear.Add a smidge more makeup. Key word is a smidge. We still need to give ‘I’m innocent, defile me’ vibes. Here’s the kicker. No underwear or bra, but wear the stockings with the lace at the top and black pumps. I wore something similar the other week and can happily say I got thoroughly fucked into that next week. Last piece of advice, have fun, look hot, and update me later. Oh! Also, if you use the lip stain nothing will get ruined by your dinner, drinks, or other oral activities. I have to go. Bye, doll!”
I take El’s advice and study myself all done up in the mirror. My feet are metaphorically stuck to the floor until I get the courage to walk out of the bedroom. Enzo is outside in the hallway when I open the door, more serious than the last time I saw him—plus a nice new black eye. That conversation with Marco must have gone differently than the one with Alessandro and I. “I’m guessing you’re here to escort me to dinner with Alessandro.” He nods and I follow him downstairs into the garden where Alessandro said we would have dinner.
Alessandro’s reaction to my appearance must match mine, because wow, he’s handsome. His all-black suit is tailored perfectly and individualized to fit his personality down to the shirt opened at the top and a peek at a printed sock.
“Thank you, Enzo. You’re dismissed.” His voice snaps me out of his trance when Enzo retires inside and Alessandro pulls out the chair for me. “Luci, you’re breathtaking tonight. Please have a seat.”
There’s an awkwardly long pause, except for the low volume of music playing until food and drinks are brought out. We say our thank yous before it’s the two of us again.
Alessandro speaks while I’m cutting my food, talking over the music that’s been playing. “I know this isn’t your favorite situation you’ve been in—”
“You’re right about that,” I say, loud enough to cut him off and annoy him in the same sentence.