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This time though, it was not about my presence. She was really excited to go to a club. The last time she went out like this was her bachelorette party. I made a mental note of taking her out more often and also asking Mia to organize a girl’s night like this because she might also need that. I wanted her to be close to Mia and Bella as much as she was close with Kira and Beatrice.
I wanted her to be happier here than in New York. Having a happy and satisfied wife was more than logical for any man, but deep down, I knew my wish was connected to my greed. Priscilla awoke so much greed in me. It was very hard to deal with it, but I didn’t know how to get over it without pushing Priscilla away.
Pushing her away was never an option.
Priscilla was wearing a short red dress with a very low neckline. She looked too fucking sexy that I had a hard time keeping my erection in check as we drove to the club. All of her dresses were maddening, or maybe it was just Priscilla because I even got hard when she was wearing one of her silly pajamas.
I kept watching her as we reached the club and went inside. Her eyes went huge when we stepped inside. “This place looks amazing,” she said and kissed my jaw. She was wearing high heels, but it was still hard for her to reach my cheek.
I tightened my hold on her waist and talked into her ear, “Let’s go to the VIP section.”
“Okay,” she accepted and kept her fascinated gaze around. “But the dance floor here seems more fun. Can we come here later?”
It was too crowded for my liking but tonight was about Priscilla. I was confident there was no problem with her safety here with me, so it was not a hard request. “Of course.”
When we reached the VIP, a booth was already prepared for us. One of the waitresses was waiting there with a glass of scotch. “Mr. Mazzoni, I prepared your favorite.”
At Vista, we always got special treatment. I took my scotch with a thank you and sat down at the booth. I held Priscilla’s hand to pull her down next to me as the waitress asked her what she wanted. Instead of taking a seat next to me, Priscilla sat down on my lap and answered, “A glass of your best red wine.”
I was a little disturbed by the fact that she was sitting on my lap. It really violated my control, and also, I didn’t like being this close to anyone in public. “You can sit next to me,” I said, squeezing her waist.
She shook her head. “There is no way I am leaving here. This place is probably filled with your ex-lovers. I want them to know you are mine, now.”
Seeing her so jealous gave me great amusement. Maybe it was because she looked sweet when she was territorial or because it sounded so stupid. I was wholly hers. There was no need to prove it.
“I haven’t been here at night for a while. They probably got the news already.”
She shrugged and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Doesn’t matter. I still want to sit here.”
I knew there was no point in arguing with her. She was not getting off, and if I managed to make her do it, she was just going to be sad over it. So, I casually put a hand on her thigh and tried to feel comfortable.
It was dark anyway.
No one was looking at us.
Only I knew they were. Priscilla was stealing all the attention everywhere she went. This was no different.
The waitress quickly brought her wine. Priscilla was slowly moving her body to the music on my lap, so I was grateful the wine distracted her. It was torture having her in this dress, her ass pressed up to my cock.
Evenmycontrol was ready to slip.
“Why are you only drinking wine?” I asked to distract myself from how sexy she was. For a girl who partied a lot, I was expecting her to order a different type of alcohol.
Priscilla shrugged and looked away from me. “I just didn’t want to risk it. You know just in case…”
Just in case she was pregnant. So, what made her sad was not a negative test. I wondered what else could it be but got distracted by her movements again. I would find out when we went back to the house. I was good at convincing her, after all. I could convince her to tell me.
Right now, I just wanted her to feel happy. I wanted her to shine for me.
When her wine was done, I asked into her ear, “Do you want to dance?”
She nodded happily and then kissed me. This time her kiss was a little too passionate. She was still trying to mark me as hers for everyone in the club to see. Jealousy was a very weird concept. I didn’t think I had ever felt it. I was possessive over Priscilla but didn’t know if I had the ability to get jealous over her like she did over me.
I kissed her back because even though I didn’t enjoy public displays of affection, I was not going to decline Priscilla, especially in public. If she wanted people to know I was “off the market,” I would just push my discomfort down and obey.
Turns out going down to the dance floor was no better than having Priscilla on my lap. She didn’t try to kiss me, but she was all over me. At first, I held her waist to dance with her, but Priscilla pushed my hands down to her ass. I couldn’t deny her because it would make her sad and because she was too fucking hot.
When she turned around and pushed her ass to my groin, all of my control left my body. She was sliding my hands up and down her body. My hard cock was digging into her ass. I wanted to give her this, but at the same time, I couldn’t wait to go back home so I could fuck her.
