The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(43)

Why is he doing this?

Why now?

I have to stop him.

I nudge my legs together, but he swats them open with ease, pinching my clit so hard I have to bite my lip to stop a squeal from coming out.

“No denying me, bunny,” he whispers into my ear. “Don’t make a sound. Don’t let them see just how badly you like to be owned.”

“Don’t do this,” I whisper back, but it’s so hard when he’s touching me in all the right places.

And when he shoves a finger inside, I literally gasp. “Your wet pussy wants me to.”

I struggle not to react as the waiters bring in the plates filled with food one by one while our families are talking around us like they don’t notice a thing.

Luca swirls around inside, spreading my wetness all over before continuing to build the pressure on my clit. “That’s it, bunny. Let go of all your inhibitions.”

“What if they see?” I mutter back.

“They won’t if you don’t let them,” he says with a grin.

My father cuts up his ribs into pieces he can pick up, my mother slices into her fish with a delicate hand, and my sister is silently chomping on her beans while I’m trying to maintain my composure. Luca’s steak stew arrives now, but he keeps on playing with me like it comes easy to him. With one hand, he grabs his fork and stabs a piece of potato, stuffing it into his mouth, while his other hand continues the onslaught between my legs.

The more he eats, the more he gets fired up.

Especially when my food arrives.

Everyone’s eating their food and happily chatting like nothing’s going on. But as far as they know, nothing is going on. And I don’t want them to know. The thought of them seeing what Luca is doing is killing me, but when I look at him, I know that’s exactly why he’s doing it.

Fuck.

“Jill, I thought you liked steak?” Mom asks. “You’re not hungry?”

I gulp, trying not to react as Luca increases his pace, almost as if he’s deliberately trying to make it harder for me to respond.

Am I hungry?

Yes. No.

Not for food.

Hungry for …

Him.

I turn my head, my body shaking as our eyes connect. Desire builds inside, and I’m struggling to even breathe. All I can think about is that finger swirling around my most sensitive part while his hard-on is probably bursting out of his pants, and all I want to do is reach for it and play with him like he’s playing with me.

His dark, lusty eyes lure me in as he fingers me so good I swear it feels like I’m going to die at this table right here right now.

I can’t focus on anything, let alone cutting that steak sitting right in front of my nose.

Luca is flicking my clit like he’s on a mission to make me …

Oh, no.

I can’t do that here.

I can’t. It’s impossible. It’s immoral. Everyone’s watching. Everyone will know. I can’t, it’s— Too late.

I gasp as the orgasmic waves fill my body with heat and desire, and all thoughts of food go out the window. And as I sit here, toes curled and nails digging into the table, the tiniest of moans still manages to escape my mouth.

And all eyes are on me while mine struggle not to roll back into my head.

Oh, God.

Everyone saw.

Everyone heard.





Chapter 18





Jill



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My entire face turns red.

“Is something wrong, honey?” my mom asks, raising her brow in that way she only does when she’s masking her annoyance.

I gasp as Luca pulls his fingers away, and my legs tighten from the feel of his hand sliding away again as though nothing ever happened.

I don’t even know how to respond as Luca brings his hand to his mouth and, in full view of literally our entire family, sucks on his fingers all while gazing at me.

“Yeah, Jill, something wrong?” he muses, wearing a dark smile on his face.

Oh, my fucking God.

If I could smack that smug grin off, I would.

But that would mean admitting something happened.

Something forbidden and totally inappropriate.

And so goddamn hot that I’m sweating profusely in this dress, so much so that I scoot my chair back and stand, muttering, “I … I have to go … powder my nose.”

“Powder your nose?” Jasmine responds, snorting.

“Yeah, go powder your nose, Jill,” Luca adds, winking as he looks at me.

I immediately look away, only to face the rest of the people at this table with incredible shame. And they’re all looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.

I slowly slip away from the table, running halfway to the bathroom, before I close the door behind me and take a moment to breathe and think about what the fuck just happened.

My pussy still throbs, and I can still feel his fingers between my legs.

Fuck.

I look around the room at the dim neon lights hanging from the wall, the statue of a naked woman next to the door, and the exotic velvety purple wallpaper that has turned blueish from the sultry lighting. The place looks oddly … sensual.

Not the kind of bathroom you’d expect in this high-end restaurant.

I try to catch my bearings, but nothing helps, so I walk to the sink and turn on the faucet to splash my face to cool down the heat spreading in my body.