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He didn’t fall for it. “Is there a special reason for your late-night visit, or did you just drop by to goad me, as usual?”
She moved closer to drop her handbag on the table. Leaning over, she hissed inches from his face, “Roberto tells me there is no prenup. Are you that stupid?”
I paled. It had never occurred to me that there should have been a prenup. Especially given our arrangement. Antonio didn’t look like someone who would mistake a detail like this. For once, I understood his mother. A man of his wealth should be careful.
We could still arrange something, couldn’t we?
He continued with his meal, not bothering to glance up at his mother inches from him. “Roberto should not be divulging such information to you. I will have a talk with him. Although,” he paused, putting down his cutlery and pushing his plate away, almost to his mother, forcing her to stand up straight, “It was not him who told you this, I think,” he said shrewdly.
“Oh, what does it matter, who said what,” she waved it off.
“I will have Roberto do a screening of his office staff. I don’t want my private details divulged to outsiders.”
“Your own mother is now an outsider? Obviously, this woman has been poisoning your mind.”
“I can still sign it,” I said quietly, shifting in my seat, uncomfortable at the stern looks from both Capizzis. Sometimes mother and son did have similarities. “You could draw something out,” I suggested timidly.
“Excellent idea. The girl makes sense,” his mother said.
Ignoring her, he leaned forward, his face uncomfortably close to mine, he whispered, “No fucking way.”
I scooted away, ignoring the fist that was clenching mine on the bench. I didn’t understand why he wanted to make me feel so uncomfortable and honestly, it was a piece of paper. I didn’t want his wealth. Well, except for the money he had promised me, of course. Regret piled low in my belly and left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth.
Mrs Capizzi watched us with interest, specimens in a lab before her telescope.
“Of course not. Why would you do that when you are obviously thinking with your dick? You are fucking her, aren’t you?”
He pushed back the bench and jumped up so fast that I almost fell off it. My nerves rattled faster than nickels in a glass jar. He pushed his body forward and looked his mother straight in the eye. “Of course I am fucking my wife.” A gasp hit me as my hand flew to my mouth. “And loving it. In fact, Mother, you are a hindrance.” Turning to me, he plucked me off the bench and dropped me on the table. “I plan to fuck her right now.” His hands fisted my skirt and hustled it up. He ignored my swatting hands like a whiff of the wind. “Unless you plan to sit down and watch,” he continued darkly, grabbing hold of my ass harshly and pulling me in closer, “I suggest you get out of my house.”
I didn’t know whose gasp was louder. Mine or hers. The pounding in my ears was loud and heavy. All other noises buzzed around me. All movements stalled, and I watched the downfall in slow motion.
I didn’t dare to look at her and find what I knew would be disgust in her eyes. So, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me. “Antonio,” I whispered close to his ear, “don’t do this.”
“Why not?” he rasped.
“She’s never going to respect me like this.”
“Oh, mia cara, she never respects anyone.” He traced his fingers along my jaw lightly, only the tremble in his finger giving any emotion away. “Besides, she needs to know you are my wife,” he said roughly before jamming his lips onto mine.
Madness. This was pure madness. I heard his mother shriek and run out, like background noise to the sound of my own thundering heart.
I tried to get words out but drew only blood when he bit my lips. I was mad and horribly turned on, even as I tried to understand what was going on inside of him.
I yanked my head back, my scalp burning from the pressure he had on my hair.
“Why would you do that? Why would you disgrace me like that? She will never like me now.”
He didn’t bother to answer. For a man who walked the path of life in a controlled line, he was brimming with emotion, only it was the dark kind. His hands were rough as they rushed to my slip and pulled them aside. But his eyes even though they were dark called out for something I didn’t know how to give. So, I let him use me or I used him.
I let him unzip his pants and pull his erection out, pushing inside me with a hard, punishing thrust. He yanked my ass closer to him and grabbed my hair, pumping harshly in and out like a madman possessed.
He took my lips angrily, tonguing and biting. It was no sweet kiss. It was one where marks would show the next day for all to see.
I hated myself. I hated myself more because I could feel my impending orgasm. How could this turn me on? But the heat inside me wasn’t interested in listening. I came in his arms, followed seconds later by his harsh growl, and the flow of his cum.
He rested his head on my forehead, breathing deeply, waiting for both of us to calm down.
He traced kisses softly on my neck.
