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“I don’t—" Angela starts, her cheeks turning pink.
“You know I’m a Russo, right? I don’t need the money, sweetheart.” Lilah’s voice does from friendly giggling to catty queen and I think my dick gets a little hard at the tone.
That can’t be normal, right?
She pauses for a moment, and I don’t look her way, but I just know her eyes are travelling over Angela, and I just know she’s going in for a killing blow. “Nice dress, though.” Again, I don’t look at my wife, playing it cool, but I just know there’s a catty look on her face.
It also makes me a little hard.
Definitely something wrong with me.
And when I watch Angela’s face turn a deeper shade of red, I know that the woman-only burn hit hard.
“I guess your Dad doesn’t give you the kind of allowance you need to prepare for these kind of events,” she says, and Angela actually gapes at her.
I can’t resist it.
My hand moves again. It slides between her legs and tugs just a bit until she spreads her legs gently, giving me room to play.
“So, Lilah, I was just telling Silvero about the event we’re planning for next month in Liza’s honor. He’s got the contacts for Trattoria Seven and a few other local places that might want to contribute.”
“That’s wonderful,” Lilah says. “Ideally, I’d love to foot the majority of the bill if we can. Dante and I made it a line item in the family budget so we can make sure that we keep contributing to it, more events and more community involvement.”
“Why would you throw an event for Hudson City?” Angela asks with a disgusted voice. She’s mentioned more than once to me how much she hates this trashy town, as if it isn’t the city I was born and raised in. “It’s not even worth it.”
I open my mouth to speak, but Lilah beats me there.
“Some of us understand the value of being a part of a community. Of building up trust in the people where you live and work. We all benefit when our city flourishes.” There’s a pause as Lilah winds up for another hard hit. “But don’t worry. You can leave the important stuff to the grown-ups.”
Angela’s face goes full-on red with embarrassment and frustration, and her jaw goes tight in a very unattractive way.
My wife deserves to be rewarded.
With that thought, I move my hand up her thigh again, a single finger dipping barely into her then dragging the wet up and circling her clit. My own heart races at the move, at touching her like this after two weeks of nothing, at feeling how fucking wet she is from the slightest graze of my fingers on her flesh.
But Lilah’s breathing doesn’t change.
Her face doesn’t change.
In fact, she turns her head to Teresa.
“Anyway. That dress you picked when we were out shopping was stunning—why didn’t you wear it tonight?”
Casual conversation.
As if I don’t have my hand on her pussy beneath the table.
I look away from my sister-in-law, away from Lilah as I lick my lips and circle her clit once more, pressing harder this time, and her legs spread just a bit more.
Asking for more.
I want her begging though.
My finger moves, slowly sliding into her and feeling her tight cunt clamp down already.
If we were alone, a low moan would leave her lips.
If we were alone, I’d watch her lower lip drop, her eyes drift shut the way they always do when I first enter her.
