“I’m Italian. Just watch, learn and pray you can keep up.”
She moved toward the fridge, snorting. “Please, I’ve been feeding my family since I was seven.Youpray you can keep up.” She opened it. “Now where do you keep the fucking pig’s blood in here?”
CHAPTER 30
Domenico
I underestimated my little kitten. Not only had she not asked for help with the sanguinaccio, not once, but also she managed to swallow two bites before her eyes were red fighting tears.
“This’s really disgusting.” She pushed her plate aside for a reprieve and stared at the dishes I made—I threw in a cacio e pepe and puntarelle soup, too—and placed right in front of me on the table. “How much more do I have to eat?”
“The whole thing,” I said, too amused.
“The fuck? Aren’t you gonna have some, too?”
I shook my head. “Only kids eat that shit around here.”
“Then why did you tell me to make it?” she fumed.
I got off my seat and went over to her. Then I slouched against the table and gazed at her now crimson face. “Because the color of your cheeks when you’re mad is the second prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Then I bent to her ear. “Your little, wet, pink pussy is the first.”
She shuddered, and then slowly, her gaze trained on me, on my naked upper body, on the low waistband of my pants that showed my hips, and stole a glance at my groin before she dragged her eyes away.
I touched her earlobe with my fingertips. “You always look at me like I’m something forbidden to have, to even crave. You know it doesn’t have to be like that. It won’t be for long anyway. Sooner or later you’ll have to accept I’m the only man for you.”
She shrugged away from my touch. “I don’t…crave you.”
An impatient sigh seeped out of me. Then my fingers moved to the back of her neck and untied the apron. Her hands flew to hold the only piece of fabric shielding her from me, but I snatched it off her, leaving her exposed, a delicious meal for my eyes only.
When she still hid her tits from me with her palms, the last of my patience died. I grabbed her hands away from her chest and pinched her nipples. She hissed a couple of gasps, glaring at me.
I didn’t give a shit. I twisted her hard nipples more. “I hate your insolence as much as I hate your lies. You crave my body so much it’s eating you on the inside. I can see it as clear as day, so don’t bother lying about it because it’ll only make me want to punish you more, and you know I can do that all day, every day.”
She winced, her nostrils flaring, but then she gave a terse nod.
“And I told you before you can’t fucking stop me if I decide to be inside you. I’m leaving you untouched because I say so not because you’re protecting yourself from me, so when I tell you to be naked, you be naked or I won’t make myself wait anymore, and there will be absolutely nothing you can do about it, capito?”
Her body frothed with anger and hate. “Yes, I understand.”
I released one of her nipples, and then, holding her gaze, I locked my lips around it and sucked.
Her lips parted with a soft hiss before she gulped, her thighs rubbing against each other. “Please…don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I squeezed her tit and lapped it with my tongue. “Suck your beautiful nipples so good your pussy is clenching wet from it?”
She sighed in surrender, pulling her thighs together harder. “Yes.”
“Why, little kitten?”
“Because it’s not real. How my body reacts to you isn’t real.”
“No. It is real.” I feasted on her tit, the feeling of her flesh in my hand and the taste of it in my mouth driving me insane. “As real as it gets.”
She closed her eyes, sorrow clouding her face. “You don’t know anything, Dom. Just, please, stop.”
She was wrong. I knew everything. She thought I didn’t understand, but I understood more than anyone. When you were young and defenseless, you only had your mind to protect you. Your imagination, your make-believe. But sometimes those were more brutal than the monsters. At least, the monsters didn’t lie, but our minds would. We lied to ourselves to survive.
What she felt for me wasn’t a lie, though. I wouldn’t allow it to be.