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The reality is, it could be that easy.
Is life a little bit easier and are there fewer questions when I have Angela on my arm at events? Of course.
But would I risk it all, deal with the questions, handle Angela’s inevitable fuckin’ tantrum if Lilah told me it was important to her? If she didn’t make this all a little game where we see who could hold out the longest?
Absolutely.
I’d take a bullet for Delilah Antonia Carluccio-Russo.
God, I fuckin’ love that name.
“I hate her, Dante,” she whimpers. I take the pink vibrator, dipping it inside just a bit then dragging it up, circling her clit, and repeating the circuit. Pleasure to ease the pain I’ve caused.
“I know, baby.”
“I hate when she touches you,” she says, and this time, it’s not said through a moan. I look up and her eyes are on mine.
Now this—this she means.
I pull the vibrator away from her, turning it off and setting it to the side, and then I move to cover her body with mine.
I love this—her nearly naked, me fully dressed. It’s always my favorite way to have her and the way I find myself taking her most because as soon as I’m in her presence, I need her.
Always.
“Then she doesn’t touch me anymore,” I whisper. Lilah’s eyes go wide.
“What?” My hand moves, brushing hair back.
“You don’t want her to touch me? She doesn’t touch me. Easy as that. What my wife wants, she gets.” A small smile tips up her lips.
“Really?”
“Lilah. You think if you stood there and told me you genuinely were against something, especially if it’s because you’re possessive of me, I’d say no?” I press my lips to the spot below her ear. “Fuck, you think if you ask me for anything, I’ll be able to deny you?”
“Well, technically, I’m lying down,” she says, and I move my head from her neck to look at her and then to the ceiling, praying for patience.
“Yeah, you’re lying down with a wet pussy I haven’t tasted in almost two weeks. You really think I could tell you no?” She smiles.
“Maybe I should reevaluate other things I want.”
“I’d give you the entire world, Delilah.” Her eyes are too much—too sweet, too kind, too much love and adoration there that I’m forced to return to kisses, running my lips down her neck. “But what I won’t give you is a fucking orgasm with a pink vibrating dildo.” She barks out a laugh as I reach for the offending object and throw it in the corner. “At least not for the first time.”
Her laughter fills the room, a room that will be filled with her moans in just minutes, and as always, it’s a reminder as to why we’re doing this. Why we’re going through this trouble and strife and cloak and dagger bullshit. Because this free, happy laugh—I want to hear it always.
“Okay, now that that’s gone,” I say. “Let’s fix the next issue.” My head moves down to her hand, where her thin gold wedding band is just a bit too big on her right ring finger, and I pull the entire digit into my mouth and tug the ring off with my teeth. Her chest rises as her breathing goes wonky.
I grab her left hand and slip it on with my mouth. When I pull back, I smile at the ring on its rightful finger and spin and settle it on top of the huge engagement ring.
The only good part about this plan was I was able to buy Lilah the most outrageous, gorgeous ring, knowing she could actually wear it daily on the correct finger. The world thinks it’s from Paulie, but she and I know the truth.
“Better. Now, if you’re going to touch your pussy, you use this fucking hand and you make sure my fucking ring is there.” I move off her until I’m standing. “Now show me.” Her big eyes go wide.
“What?”
“Show me what you were doing before, but do it with your pretty hands, and do it wearing my ring.” She licks her lips.
I expect her to argue.
