I prepare myself for Marco’s outburst of anger as Lina can’t contain her giggles next to me. My face is as neutral as I can possibly make it in this moment, the old guy’s reaction making my job harder because his outrage is bringing out my immature inner child.
“Thought I’d liven up the dinner a little. These things can be so monotonous, you know?”
Marco’s reaction is unexpected, and he squeezes my thigh under the table, then slowly slides his hand up to my pussy and taps it a couple of times, before moving back to my thigh. Turning to look at him, I see a brow arched in amusement, and eyes that promise retribution. I shrug my shoulders and wink, then reach over to the chocolates and take one. We keep eye contact as I flick the tip of the chocolate dick with my tongue, then I slowly suck on the end just before I bite down, leaving just the chocolate balls in between my fingers.
The corners of Marco’s lips tilt upward, and he shakes his head in amused disbelief before turning back to his guests. The old guy without a sense of humor sneers at me.
“Quella non è della famiglia.”
“Eric. Disrespect for my fiancé will never be tolerated.” Marco’s tone is calm, even, but the way his hand fists on top of my thigh tells a whole other story.
“What did he say?” I try to be discreet as I lean in and whisper to Lina.
“He said you’re not part of the family.” Her reply is as quiet as my question.
“But he’s not family either, is he?”
Lina side eyes me, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “He doesn’t mean it like that.”
I’m so confused, but I don’t have time to ask more questions before Eric’s suddenly subdued voice catches the table’s attention.
“There was no disrespect, Marco.” The creep laughs nervously, but I can see the slight shake in his hand as he speaks. “All in good fun, right, boys?” He’s addressing the silent guys to either side of him now.
They don’t laugh. Their eyes are firmly on Marco, waiting for his next reaction.
It’s actually kind of exciting.
Marco looks up to Vincenzo, who has moved like the silent ninja everyone in this fucking house seems to be and is now standing behind this self-entitled Eric dude. The man’s smile fades as he feels Enzo’s presence behind him, and he snaps his fingers, causing the three men with him to stand.
“Marco, come on. We’re just having a good time. It’s Christmas Eve.”
The slow grin that crosses Marco’s face is full of danger; I like it, but I don’t think Eric does. His smug features dissolve into something close to confusion as Marco nods his head, ever so slightly, prompting Enzo to pull Eric up by his collar.
The man is spluttering in disbelief at what’s happening, looking to his goons for help. They don’t.
“Get. Out.” The words are a deep rumble, and Marco squeezes my thigh, hard.
The blood falls from Eric’s face and he goes pale, his features blank with shock before he finds just enough strength to speak.
“You’re going to regret this.” It’s said under his breath, but audible enough.
In response, Marco laughs; a deep, evil kind of laugh that has all kinds of flutters happening in my panties. So, I guess I’m a little fucked up, but hey ho!
Ever the silent warrior, with a hand still on Eric’s collar, Enzo begins to lead him away. The bodyguards surrounding him close in, but one look in their direction from Vincenzo, and they back off, allowing him to do his job. The three of them quietly follow their fallen master from the room, leaving Lina, Marco, and me at the table alone.
Though the interactions were all quiet and between our table, it’s obvious to the rest of the room that something has occurred with the way Eric is being escorted out. No one is looking directly at us, but I can sense the whispered questions and the wary atmosphere. The only sounds coming from the low background music as everyone pretends nothing nefarious is happening.
Well, I never expected my penis chocolate to have this effect on the evening, and I kinda feel a little bad about it—only a little.
“Dolcezza,” Marco whispers into my ear as he sits back down. “I’m going to spank your ass for that trick, but I can’t deny it was fun and has weeded out a potential worm, so I’ll let you come once your ass is red and stinging.”
“Oh how kind of you. Let me bow at your feet in reverence of your greatness.” I place my hands under my chin and bat my eyelashes at him sweetly—and also full of all the sarcasm in the world.
He shakes his head, that hint of a smile playing on his lips again.
“Penis chocolate, best idea ever. Please do it again next year,” Lina says in my opposite ear. “Marco, we’re keeping her. That guy was an asshole and kept leering at me all throughout dinner. He gave me the creeps, so I’m glad he’s gone.”
“Gone where? What happened to him?” I pop in a chocolate cock in my mouth and let it melt on my tongue. I’m expecting Lina to answer but it’s Marco’s voice that greets my ear.