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Grumbling, Carlotta slapped a five-hundred-euro bill on his hand. Dario, Gia and Emilio did the same.
Fiero raised his hands placatingly. "Flavia and I had decided not to bet on other people's sex lives."
"Wise decision," Vincenzo growled in Fiero's direction, who laughed.
"This is going great," Emilio noted in response. Sarcasm.
I grinned. I don't know what he had in mind, but in the end, it was clear that it was going exactly as had been planned. I couldn't remember any story he had told me about family celebrations where everything had gone the way they'd planned.
While only half listening to the conversation in our little circle, I decided to take the farce a little more to the extreme. Casually, I let my arm slide around Vincenzo's waist until my hand disappeared into his pants' back pocket.
He leaned a little in my direction in an almost intimate gesture that made my heartbeat flutter.
"Just so you know," he said softly in a low voice. "I'll slide that dress over your hot ass and make you cum on my cock as soon as I get a chance. After that, we'll return to the others, and no one will know what happened. No one but me."
His words came without warning. No preparation time. My mouth was suddenly bone dry, and I had every effort not to choke on my tongue. I blinked in surprise, unable to formulate a quick-witted response.
Was he serious? Or was he aiming for my reaction to prove something to my father?
In my mind, the memories of the night in the hut surfaced and drove my pulse even higher. The thought that he'd fuck me close to all these people and put his hand over my mouth to ensure no one noticed.Merda. I felt myself getting wet.
My concentration on what was happening around us was rapidly dwindling.
"Are you serious?" I muttered. At the same time, I prepared myself for disappointment when he explained that it was just for the show.
"Why would I lie about that?" Amused, he looked at me, and I could not help but react surprised.
Vincenzo really was out of his mind. The last few days, he had shown me the cold shoulder and again and again made it unmistakably clear how little he thought of my attempts to meet him. Now he showed up here, behaved like a new man, and whispered nasty threats in my ear while he nonchalantly conversed with his brothers, who were obnoxious to what he had just said to me.
Holy shit.
I wasn't sure I was ready for this transformation.
"I can think of a million reasons."
"Forget about them. All of them. What I said counts. So you should get used to the idea of suffering a little. If only because Fiero picked you up when you could have just as easily or even better ridden with me."
I snorted. I would certainly not start this discussion with him now. Instead, I stood on my tiptoes to whisper my answer into his ear.
"You're an asshole, Enzo. And I can't wait for you to be inside me," I said softly.
His grip around my waist tightened.
Two could play this game. He wanted to drive me crazy with desire? Then he would endure the same torture while we were trapped here with his family, and mine was waiting to tear us apart.
"Fiero is an insanely bad host," Carlotta stated, rebuke in her voice.
"I'm just providing the venue, favorite cousin. Not all the bells and whistles."
She rolled her eyes, grabbed a champagne glass from a nearby table, and with Natale's help, climbed onto a chair to get everyone's attention.
"Since Fiero is so insanely bad with words, I thought I'd do the greeting," she announced, a bright smile on her lips. "I don't want to talk too long, either. This isn't a large-scale celebration, nor is there an official occasion. We just felt like throwing a little party, and we're glad that some of Emilio's loyal companions were able to join us. Nevertheless, I wanted to take the opportunity to once again congratulate Vincenzo and his wife after they couldn't stand being in the chapel much longer after the ceremony."
She waved the glass in our direction and winked at me. Clever how she brought attention to us when neither of us expected it. No time to correct our physical closeness and stand there halfway decent.
Actually, it shouldn't have caught me off guard that they all went to such lengths to convince my father there was no reason for his skepticism, yet somehow it moved me.
The cohesion in the de Archard family always seemed to be there, despite disagreements. Something I didn't know from my father because he basically bought loyalty – only to find out in the end, time and time again, that it didn't protect him from fraud.
