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We follow the woman through the main dining area, to a private room. “I think there’s been a mixup. I didn’t reserve a private room,” I explain.
“No mixup,” she assures me. “Enjoy your dinner.”
“This is nice,” my date comments. “It looks a little pricey, though,” he starts.
“No worries; I invited you this evening as my treat.” The least I can do is pick up the check considering I’m using the man in this little game between me and Fabio.
“Thanks, babe. In that case, I’ll have one of everything.” He laughs, and now I don’t feel so bad. “I’ve gotta be honest, Kat. I was surprised to hear from you. Last time we hooked up was like months ago, and you ghosted me pretty hard after.” He meant to say it playfully, but I think I hurt his feelings.
Before I can decide how to answer, our server appears with a tray of food and a bottle of wine. “Oh, we haven’t ordered yet,” I say.
“The chef has prepared a tasting menu for our special guests,” she assures us.
“Great, thank you.” If Fabio wants to show off, then have at it.
She presents the plates and opens the wine, pouring us a glass as she tells us about the dish. “Enjoy.”
“This looks good,” I comment, taking a bite of mouth-watering pasta.
“Really good,” he says, digging in.
We make conversation, when I start to notice him sweating profusely. “You okay?” I ask.
I watch in horror as his eyes roll back into his head; he goes down like a ton of bricks, landing face-first in his pasta.
“Oh my God!” I lift his head back up, but it immediately slumps over at an awkward angle.
“Did your date not enjoy his meal?” Fabio asks from the doorway.
“What the fuck did you do?” I fumble until I can find his pulse; still beating.
“Next time you bring a man to my table, be sure you’re ready to watch him die,” Fabio says in an eerily calm tone.
“You’re insane! And yet it’s alright for you to bring a woman to my table?” I can’t help but bitch, hopping out of my chair.
He storms over, stopping inches from my face. “You didn’t seem to mind,” he says calmly, but the throbbing vein in his forehead gives him away.
“Trust me, I could care less about your idiot bed warmers who have no semblance of gaming knowledge or decorum,” I snipe.
“Liar,” he snarls, his lips crashing against mine. I claw at him, trying to get closer even though my heart knows damn well this is a bad decision.
He spins me around as he slams my upper half to the table, my ass in the air. Hiking up my dress, he struggles with my panties for a second before giving up and ripping them off me with a frustrated growl, tossing the shredded material to the floor. The metal clang of his zipper fills the room. “Tell me to stop,” he grits, and I watch over my shoulder as he pulls out his angry-looking dick standing at attention.
“Don’t stop.”
He grabs a handful of my hair and grips it to the point of pain as he slams his dick inside me in one go. “Oh, fuck!” I cry, my eyes watering as he seats himself to the hilt.
“You drive me fucking crazy!” Fabio shouts.
“You are crazy!” I shout back.
He laughs darkly, pulling out and slamming in even harder. He stays buried deep inside me, jerking me by the hair to where I’m now facing my unconscious date. “Look what you made me do, Katerina.” He pulls out and slams back into me. “I hope he wakes up and sees this; sees who you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to you,” I pant.
Fabio pulls out, and my pussy flutters violently at the loss. A whoosh has me turning my head just in time to watch Fabio’s belt connect with my ass cheek.
“Oww!”
