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“Your brother? I didn’t know you had a brother.” Madalina allows him to take her hand when he reaches for it, and she keeps her confused stare on me as he places his mouth over the top of it.
“I’m the DeMarco bastard, I’m rarely spoken about,” Cassio tells her, as his eyes prowl over her like a hungry wolf. It makes me want to use my thumbs to force them into the back of his skull.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t recall you being at the wedding.” Madalina smiles at him, showing her naïvety.
“That’s because I wasn’t invited to the wedding, sweetheart.” He leans in closer to her so he can whisper, and when he takes a sniff of her, I tense my fist. “I’m not exactly my father’s proudest asset.”
I don’t like him being close to her, so I shift my body and stand between them.
“Well, now you’ve met you can move along,” I tell him, not wanting to make a scene, but prepared to smash his face through Elena Torin’s fancy, glass coffee table if he doesn’t take the fucking hint.
“I commend you on your choice, Dario. I see now she was worth all the trouble.” He stumbles on his feet to stay standing, confirming that he’s drunk, high, or maybe both. Nothing would surprise me with him.
“It was good to meet you,Madalina.” I hate the way he saysher name with the hint of a threat in his tone. I swear, if I didn’t have an audience, I would put the waste of space on his ass but when it comes to him the less attention that is given, the better.
“Come on, let’s go find Elena.” I take my wife’s elbow and move her in the opposite direction hoping to find our host. The sooner I can make my presence known, the sooner I can get us the fuck out of here.
“What was all that about?” Madalina asks as I drag her through the hall toward the room where Fabio’s wife is having her awful attempts at art exhibited.
“Nothing.” I do my best to act as if what happened is no big deal but the frustration building up inside me is making it hard to fucking sell.
“Bullshit, that was far too tense,” she points out with a cute, little giggle that only seems to add to my irritation.
“Don’t fucking swear,” I remind her under my breath, smiling politely to Mr. Rutherford as he passes us with his third, much younger, wife on his arm.
“Then be honest with me, what was all that about? How do you have a brother that I’m only just finding out about?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I warn, seeing the curious glint in her eyes and knowing there is no way she’s going drop this. “Cassio is not relevant.” I shake my head.
“Then why has he got you so worked up?” She keeps on poking.
“Come on, we'll go show our faces to the Torins and then we’ll get out of here.”
“I don’t want to.” She pulls me back and stands firm. “I want you to tell me what thefuckingdeal is with your brother.” Suddenly, all my anger for Cassio redirects to her and I snap.
“What did I tell you aboutfuckingswearing?” I check the corridor and when I see that we’re alone, I grab her throat, open the door behind her, and force her through the nearest door.
“Dario—” She struggles against me as we enter the pitch-black room and without caring to look at what kind of room we’re in, I slam the door closed and push the front of her body against it.
“You’re far too pretty to use curse words.” I slide my hand up under the dress I chose for her to wear tonight and grip her panties.
“The only time I want to hear filthy words from this pretty, little mouth is when I’m inside you. Do you understand?” I snatch the back of her hair in my fist.
I can feel her fear. Lately, I’ve been far too lenient with her, and it seems that tonight my wife needs a reminder of the man she married.
“This is going to be fast, and you arenotgoing to come,” I warn her, already feeling her pussy soak my fingers as I stroke her through the lace.
“Dario,” she whispers my name, already sounding desperate.
“Shhhhh. No words.” I drag her dress up over her ass, slapping one of her cheeks hard with my palm before I take out my cock.
“It’s been far too long since I came inside you. I want you to walk back into that room with a pussy full of your husband’s come. Those other fuckers out there can all look, they can desire and imagine, but you’ll know who you belong to. You’ll know, because you’ll be able to feel me dripping out of you.” I slide my cock through my palm and let her feel my knuckles brush against her back. “Then, when we get home, I’m going to fuck you full with some more,” I whisper, as I pull her panties to the side and line myself up with her entrance. Her body tenses when I let the thick head of my cock slicken with her pleasure.
“Please, Dario.” I smile to myself when I hear thedesperation in her voice, and although I originally intended to make this fast, I decide I'd much rather her suffer.
“I like how that sounded, I think you should do a little more begging for me.” I slide my cock between her pussy lips and feel her shiver.
“Please.” I love how this girl can go from hating me to being completely at my mercy. “Please, Dario,” she whispers, reaching her hand back and tugging at my hips like a needy, little whore.
