The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(42)

I can’t keep up.

“Thanks for taking her off my back,” I murmur sideways.

“My pleasure,” Luca responds, and for some reason, that word makes all my sensitive bits tingle.

I don’t think he meant it in a civilized way.

Not that this dinner is any kind of civil.

“How are you doing?” my sister suddenly asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

“I’m fine,” I lie. I don’t want her to worry.

She grabs my hand, and it forces me to look at her. “Tell me the truth, Jill.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. Honestly.”

“You don’t look fine. Is Luca treating you okay?”

My lips part, but I don’t know how to respond.

“If he’s hurting you, I swear to God, I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, Jasmine?” Luca suddenly butts in, making me hyperaware of the fact I can’t say anything to her without there being consequences.

But she refuses to back down. “She’s your wife.”

“Exactly,” he rebukes, narrowing his eyes. “Mine.”

The way he says that last word, like he doesn’t just own my hand but my entire fucking soul and body too, makes goose bumps spread on my body.

“Treat her right,” Jasmine says. “Our family won’t accept any less.”

“Oh, I’ll treat her right, don’t you worry about that,” Luca says, picking up the knife off the table to play with it, and I can’t help but notice the way he looks at her. “But it almost sounds like you’re jealous, Jasmine.”

I quickly grasp his hand and make him look at me. “Please.”

“Please what?” He raises a brow, his hand tightening up under my grip. “Take her too?”

My eyes widen. “You wouldn’t.”

He leans in and whispers, “Try me.”

“You wish,” Jasmine tells him, snorting.

“Stop this, both of you,” I intervene, trying to push both of them away. “I didn’t come here to start a fight.”

“Tell that to your sister,” Luca replies, running his fingers through his dark, luscious hair.

“He just came here to show you off and pretend everything is fine,” Jasmine retorts, folding her arms.

Luca picks up his glass and takes a big sip. “So what if I did?”

He smashes the glass down as both of us gaze at him. I’m flabbergasted he’d admit that out loud. “Now pick the meat,” Luca suddenly says.

“Huh?” I mutter, completely confused.

For a second, I wonder if he means … his meat.

He points at the menu in front of me. “The steak is juicy.”

“Oh,” I reply, trying not to laugh.

“What?” he asks, taking another sip of his drink.

I try not to look at him, but he makes it terribly hard with the way he looks at me, like he wants to lick every inch of my body just to show me I’m his. “Nothing.”

His eyes narrow. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing, really,” I say.

He puts down his glass and slides his hand under the table. When his fingers curl around my knee, I freeze. “Tell me, Jill.”

“I told you it was nothing. I was lost in thought, that’s all,” I answer.

But his hand only keeps sliding farther up, and up, and up underneath my dress. I shudder in place when he gets closer and closer to my panties until it becomes hard to breathe.

“Go on then. Pick your dinner,” Luca says, focusing solely on me.

But as I point at the steak he mentioned, his hand slides across my panties, and I struggle not to whimper in front of my entire family.

Fuck.

“That one, please,” I say to the server when he comes to take the menu again.

Luca leans in, and whispers, “Good girl.”

But he doesn’t stop.

In fact, he only presses down harder, pushing his finger against my clit, and I gasp in response.

“What’s wrong, darling?” my mother says.

My eyes widen as I struggle to breathe. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

I laugh it off, but all I can feel is the heat rising behind my cheeks as Luca begins to circle my clit. I can’t bear to look at him because I know he must be sporting that same greedy grin again that gets my heart fluttery and my pussy clenching.

But when he touches me like this, how do I resist?

“Jill is just very excited for the … meat,” Luca muses, flicking my clit like it’s the most normal thing in the world to do when you’re out to dinner with your family.

“Meat? Didn’t you say you were going vegetarian?” my mother quips.

My lips part, but I can’t respond because Luca slid aside my panties and swiveled right across my pussy.

“I … I …”

“She’s changed her mind. It’s been three years,” Luca fills in for me. “She missed the taste too much.”

He’s playing with me. Not only physically but mentally and emotionally too. And judging from the smirk on his face, he’s enjoying this way too much.

And oh God … I hate that I am too.

Because the way he swirls around in my panties should be forbidden.