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“No physical activity for at least a month, Salvatore.” Ilaria states.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He gets down slowly off the gurney. “It will heal in a few days.”
“Oh, for all that’s holy.” She shakes her head and turns to me. “Please try to reason with him.”
Stefano rushes inside, carrying a white dress shirt in his hand, and offers it to Salvatore. Reluctantly, my husband finally releases his hold on me. He puts the shirt on, but when he tries to fasten the buttons, I move his hands away and take over.
“There’s no reasoning with him, Ilaria. He’s as stubborn as a mule,” I mumble as I move down through the buttons.
Only when I’m on the last one do I become aware of an eerie silence in the room. Nino and Stefano are frozen in place a few feet away, their eyes glued to my hands and the front of Salvatore’s shirt. On my other side, Ilaria’s clutching the box of antibiotics, staring at my hands in a similar fashion. I run my finger down the row of buttons on Salvatore’s shirt, wondering whether I’ve accidentally skipped a hole. I haven’t. Shaking my head, I finish the last one.
A kiss lands on my forehead. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Sure.” I nod and turn to Ilaria. “Would you like to come?”
She doesn’t reply right away. She seems too preoccupied with my hand clasped in Salvatore’s, our fingers entwined. “No... I have some things to do.” She looks at me, then quickly turns and heads toward a chair to take her coat and purse. Things to do at three in the morning?
“I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t tear your stitches,” she throws the words over her shoulder, and then she’s gone. I’m not exactly sure, but I think I saw tears in her eyes before shehightailed it out of the infirmary and into the elevator, the doors of which promptly closed.
When we get to the penthouse, I head toward the kitchen. “Do you want something to eat?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Okay, I’ll check if Ada left anything in the fridge. Do you want something in particular?”
“Yes.” Salvatore pulls on my hand and turns me toward him. “You. Get on the counter.”
I raise my eyebrows.
He takes a step toward me. “Now, Milene.”
When I don’t make a move, he takes another step forward, forcing me two steps back. And another. My back makes contact with the cabinet.
“Up.”
I grab the edge of the countertop and hoist myself up to sit.
“You’ll tear your stitches,” I say.
“I won’t. Stand up.”
Wondering what he has in mind, I do as he says, watching him all the while through narrowed eyes. He takes a step closer, places his hands on the counter, one on either side of my feet, and looks up at me.
“Take off your shorts and panties.”
He can’t be serious.
As I look on, Salvatore grips my ankles and leans forward.
“Now,” he says and bites at the denim covering my pussy.
My hands are shaking slightly as I unbutton my shorts in haste and kick them off, along with my panties. The moment I straighten back up, Salvatore buries his face between my legs. I expected him to start slow. I was wrong. He sucks onmy clit with such vigor, I scream and thread my hands in his hair, squeezing at the dark strands as he licks and laps with his tongue. His right hand moves upward along my inner thigh, higher and higher.
“Stitches,” I rasp, then whimper when his tongue licks at my folds again.
“They’re on my left side,” he says as he slides his finger inside me.
My eyes roll back into my head, and my legs shake. Another finger enters me. I gasp and reach to grab the shelf on my right. Salvatore keeps licking at my pussy while his fingers move inside me, stretching my walls, once again, sending me into a state of total bliss.
