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“Is that a compliment?” he asked between kisses. He sounded confused, and my chest grew warm because it took him a moment to ask that. The kiss was messing with his logic too. If he needed this to let go of his logic, I would gladly do it. If he needed sex to realize he loved me, then I would let him fuck me every hour of the day.
So, I nodded without pulling back and whispered into his lips, “It is a compliment. I like weird.”
Despite my honesty rule, I lied. I didn’t like weird.
I loved it.
Chapter 13
Antonio
A wedding celebration felt more than unnecessary. It was a tradition, and it was expected. Most importantly, Priscilla spent a lot of time planning it, but I still couldn’t get into it. I tried to look like I enjoyed it- at least as much as I could enjoy anything – but all I could think was how Priscilla looked in that dress and how much better she would look without it.
Having our first dance made it even harder. She was constantly searching for ways to tease me, and I was ready to be teased. My body needed sex because I had been celibate for more than three months, and I also wanted my partner to be Priscilla specifically. I always thought I didn’t have a type and went for socially attractive women when I was seeking pleasure, but Priscilla changed that. Turns out my wild instincts also had a type of their own, and it was soft, curvy blondes, especially when they wore silk dresses with low necklines.
After our dance, I was required to dance with Priscilla’s mother, but since she was no more, Priscilla decided to put Kira in place of her mother. One of her aunts would probably be more appropriate, but she just didn’t like the idea of giving them the role of her mother. I respected her decision.
When our dance was about to end, Priscilla looked up at me with all her seriousness and said, “Don’t be too touchy with Kira. Gabriele will kill you.”
My brows furrowed. That was something I would never do. It was inappropriate. Also, the only person I wanted to be touchy with was my wife. “I would never,” I answered honestly. It actually irritated me that she would think such a thing.
But then her whole face lit up, and she giggled. “I am only messing with you, Cherry Pie.”
Frustration that Priscilla was so good at creating in me raised, and I squeezed her hip as we danced. “You shouldn’t push me, Priscilla.”
“Oh really?” she asked with a naughty expression. “Will you punish me if I do?”
Oh, she had no idea. I found it very pleasing to see the need in her eyes, knowing I was the only one that could give her what she wanted. A needy Priscilla looked amazing, but I was more excited to see the pleasure in her gaze. I wanted her to lose herself in pleasure because of me. I wanted to give her all the emotions I could never have just to have a glimpse of how they looked like.
I couldn’t say all those to her, though. She was going to see. She was going to learn how I fucked, and she was going to love it. I was going to make sure she loved everything I did to her.
For now, I only squeezed her hip again and pressed myself to her a little more tightly but not too obviously. I was semi-hard and knew I needed a few mental images to get rid of it before I danced with Kira Falzone, but right now, I wanted Priscilla to feel what she did to me without making anyone draw weapons.
“Tonight, I am going to show you what I can do to your body,” I brushed my lips to her ear and felt her shudder at my words. So fucking responsive. It was going to be fun. “And if you keep being naughty, you will learn that I won’t give it to you again that easily.”
When I pulled back, her eyes were drowning in lust, but still, a small smile appeared on her face. “I would have never thought you were a tease. I have much to learn, I guess.”
That she did, and I was ready to be her teacher for everything. I wouldn’t let anyone else do it. She was mine.
I was never possessive, but with Priscilla, I couldn’t help the feeling. It would probably get better after we had sex, but for now, she was mine. I didn’t even like the idea of her dancing with anyone that was not family.
Luckily when our dance ended, and I went to dance with Kira, Priscilla was supposed to dance with her father. That role fell into Gabriele’s hands. He handed his baby son to his younger brother and took Priscilla in his arms, giving her a smile I was not sure he was capable of.
Just before the music started, my eyes moved from them to Kira. She had a kind smile on her face. From my observation, she seemed like a shy type which was surprising considering Priscilla was very close with her. They were the exact image of “opposites attract.”
Because of Priscilla’s earlier comment, I took a quick glance towards Gabriele. He was holding Priscilla tenderly in his arms, but he was still occasionally throwing me one of those fury-filled glances. He was openly not happy about me dancing with his wife. He was also probably not very happy about my marriage to his sister.
It was not going to change anything, though. Priscilla was my wife now.
“Your husband is giving me poison eyes,” I murmured as we slowly swayed to the music.
When I looked down, Kira’s smile was still there, but it seemed somehow colder. “Iam giving you poison eyes, Antonio.”
She didn’t seem all bright like Priscilla, but still, her gaze didn’t carry hate. “You don’t look like it.”
Her smile grew just for a second. “I am good at hiding my emotions. I was forced to act for years.”
I didn’t know a lot about her time in the Bratva, but I didn’t think it was pretty. Still, there was no need for her to give me angry looks. She was Priscilla’s friend. “And what is your reason?”
