Page 162 of The Temptation

Something murderous.

My hand moves to her leg as my fingers trail a path along the inside of her thigh, and under the hem of her skirt.

I hear Lucia’s breath hitch in her throat as her eyes snap to me, but like the little minx she is, she eagerly widens her legs, giving me better access.

The tip of my pinky finger slides under the seam of her underwear, and I have to suppress my groan when I feel how wet her greedy pussy is for me.

I bite the inside of my cheek as my finger brushes lightly over her clit, and she whimpers.

“Ti piace, amore mio(You like that, my love)?” I whisper. It’s the first time I’ve spoken in Italian to her.

My mother always spoke to me in English, unless she was mad. Then she’d start screaming in her native tongue like it was second nature.

I’ve picked up enough Italian over the years, from her, my uncle, or just being around Dante and our men, to understand most of what they’re saying.

I tease her at first, taking my time, stretching it out, ensuring by the end she’s withering with need. I’ve never been a selfish lover, but with her, it’s different. There’ssomething about the way she comes undone that gives me more satisfaction than anything I could take for myself.

“Romeo,” she breathes, when I add more pressure, swirling my finger around her tight little bud and wishing it was my tongue.

My cock is rock-hard and straining painfully against the zipper of my trousers. “Come for me,principessa(Princess). Come all over my hand.”

I asked Rosa to give us a moment before we decided on dessert, but I’ve changed my mind. As soon as I’m done here, I’m going to take Lucia home and have her as my final course.

I lean back into her, dragging my tongue from the base of her slender neck, all the way to her ear. “When we’re done here, I’m going to take you home and feast on this delicious pussy of yours, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard with my big, fat cock, you won’t remember your own name when I’m done.”

My dirty words are all it takes to send her spiralling over the edge.

I keep going until I’ve milked every last wave of pleasure from that greedy pussy of hers, and I can only hope this is enough to satiate her until we get home.

She lets out a breathy sigh when I sit back in my seat and bring the finger that was just inside her panties to my mouth, licking it clean.

Lucia’s face is flushed a soft pink from the afterglow, and there’s a lazy satisfaction in her smile like every nerve ending in her body is humming.

Fuck me, if she’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’ll go fix up the check,” I tell her, moving the cloth napkin off my lap and placing it on the table.

As I push back my chair and stand, my eyes catch theretreating back of that staring cocksucker just as he slips down the corridor, probably headed to the men’s room.

I don’t hesitate. I turn and follow him.

He doesn’t even bother to glance over his shoulder from where he stands by the urinal when I enter. Big fucking mistake.

I move to the sink first, to wash my hands, because I don’t want a trace of my wife’s scent on my hand when it smashes into his fucking face.

He’s still completely oblivious when I dry my hands on a paper towel and stalk towards him.

He’s mid-piss when my arm shoots out and clamps the back of his neck, driving his face into the tiles. He lets out a grunt, but I shove harder, pinning him in place.

“Did you enjoy looking at my wife, motherfucker?” I growl.

“I-I …” he stammers.

“You what?” I snarl, leaning in until my mouth is right by his ear. “Did you really think gawking at her was a smart move? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

He swallows hard but says nothing.

“Here’s the part you need to understand,” I continue, my voice low and dangerous. “You don’t look at her. You don’t even think about her. You forget she exists, unless you’re the kind of idiot who wants to leave here with more than a bruised ego.”