“None.” It’s a barely audible snarl, before he picks up his phone and almost sends me shooting off the chair in shock.
I manage to contain my squeal and compose myself. It’s over almost as quickly as it started. Fucker’s got the app for this love-egg on his phone. It feels like he just turned it up all the way for a few seconds, leaving my clit throbbing for it to continue.
It doesn’t.
“Is this how tonight’s going to play out? You zap me every time I don’t give you what you want?”
His response is a dangerous smile, and another shot of vibrations inside my pussy.
I glare at him. As best I can anyway, I already feel flushed and my nipples are so hard they’re poking against the lace of my bra.
Cunt.
The waiter comes back before anything else is said, placing our glasses on the table and taking our orders before nodding and walking away.
I had expected Marco to be a complete asshole and order for me, and I was ready to shut that shit right down. There’s no way he could have guessed my order, no matter how much research he had done, and I’m glad he didn’t take that choice away from me. I would cut a bitch for messing with my food.
“I’m still confused as to what your punishment this evening is, Mr. Mancini. Care to enlighten me?”
I want to slap the grin that appears off his rugged face, but he’d probably enjoy that.
“My punishment is not laying a finger on you until our contract begins tomorrow.”
“How is that a bad thing?”
He lets out a lowly chuckle. “Because, Dolcezza, in my world, I take what I want. Restraint isn’t one of my virtues. But make no mistake, I will have you screaming my name in ecstasy. Just not tonight.”
Cocky cunt. He’s so sure of himself, so confident, and everything about his demeanor says he believes he’s speaking the absolute truth.
We’ll see, asshole.
“Oh!” Fuck, he’s playing around with the app for the love-egg again. It’s now a low vibration inside my pussy. And holy shit, it feels so good. Not quite orgasm good though… yet. Steeling my spine, because I will not give in to this man, I take a deep breath and put my business head on.
I can totally ignore the toy. I’m a goddamn professional.
“So I think we need to discuss your terms for the offer. I’ll be honest, there’s not really anything that will sway my decision, but I’m willing to hear you out.”
The love-egg changes tempo, causing me to straighten my spine suddenly, and a smirk plays on his lips as he answers. “I need you for three months. For two of those, you will be my wife. And I’m sure you’ve put a dent in your research and already know exactly who I am. Which means, being my wife comes with rules.”
I scoff. He’s all about the rules, wife or not.
“Rules which are present for your safety, and mine, Dolcezza. I am a powerful man in this city. With power comes danger.” He ups the pressure on the love-egg, and the vibrations are running over my clit now too, causing me to adjust in my seat to try and stop it touching my sensitive bud directly.
My curiosity is also piqued now, because, yes, I did do a little research this afternoon, and from what I can gather, Marco Mancini is geared to be the next CEO of Mancini Hotels. His dad is currently the big boss man, but Marco already runs the day-to-day things from what I gather. There were a few articles about the Mancinis’ having mafia connections, but I haven’t dug deep enough to find out much more. I would hazard a guess that he’ll inherit what he’s calling ‘his’ once he’s married. His dad comes across as a very traditional man. Well, on the Internet he does anyway.
“Okay. Well, it may seem minimal in the grand scheme of things…” I close my eyes and a low moan escapes my throat before I pin him with my stare. “Will you let me speak? How are we supposed to discuss this if you keep turning up the pressure?”
“Oh, Dolcezza. This is your punishment, remember? Allowing me to watch you come undone without a single touch is something I will treasure.”
“Don’t try sweet-talking me now, asshole.”
Oh my fucking gods, I need to stand, to walk, to move! Anything other than sit and take this onslaught of pleasure on my clit.
“Sit down.”
I didn’t even realize I’d moved. Letting out another moan, and trying to stop it all at once, I sit back down and cross my legs, shuffling forward onto the edge of my chair.
“Marco, turn that thing off.” My voice is so deep, my breaths becoming heavy as I try desperately to control what’s going on downstairs. “Ohmygod!”