"Why? I know your family and they've always been a big presence in the social scene of New York, Paris and Milano. Why wouldn't they include you too?"
Her expression changes, and she moves her head a little to the right, trying to hide the sadness written on her face.
"They had other plans for me, which you clearly ruined."
"Don't tell me you'd have rather married Franzè?" I ask, disturbed by the possibility.
Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. For the first time she looks utterly speechless, and I don't like it.
"Tell me," I probe further, wanting to know. No, needing to know if she'd have preferred that goddamn pedophile to me.
"No," she finally replies, her voice soft and lacking confidence.
It's not enough.
I want to shake her, grab her by the shoulders and make her look me in the eye while answering this.
"No? It sure doesn't seem like it." I add sarcastically, my tone biting.
My fists clench by my side, and my mind is suddenly invaded by unwanted images — of Allegra on her back, ready for Franzè. Of him roughing her up and treating her like his personal sex toy.
"What do you want me to say? You forced me in this marriage, when you knew fully well I was promised to another." She turns to me, her eyes full of fire.
It's the last drop and my restraint snaps. Grabbing her by her waist, I tug her to my side, her face under mine. My nostrils flare as I meet her rebellious gaze. Her lips are drawn into a thin line, the challenge clear.
"Is that so, little tigress? Look me in the eye and tell me you'd rather be with Franzè." My other hand goes to her jaw, roughly holding it into place so I can get my answer.
She's quiet, her eyes silently raging at me.
"Tell me you'd rather have his mouth on you," I continue, my lips almost touching hers. My tongue sneaks out, and I lick the inseam of her lips. She grinds her teeth, making sure there's a barrier to stop my assault. But I don't stop, not when the images are still fresh in my mind. I press in, my tongue sliding across her teeth before nibbling at her lower lip.
"Tell me," I push her, my fingers brushing across her already hardened nipples, "would you rather have his hands on your lovely tits?" And just to make my point clear, I take the hard bud between two fingers, applying slight pressure to it.
"I hate you," she spits the words out, and I take advantage of this to mold my mouth to hers, my tongue exploring her depths. I bring my hand over her nape, holding her into me, trying to get her to submit.
She doesn't.
Her teeth clamp down on my tongue, biting so hard that blood starts flowing. I draw back, curiously regarding her.
"I told you I'll bite," she replies smugly.
"And I told you I might want you to." Her brows furrow for a second before she realizes my intentions. In one fluid movement, I have her on her back, sprawled across the seat.
My hand starts playing with the hem of her dress, slowly raising it up her legs. Her eyes fixed on me, she's waiting to see my next move. She's not even struggling when her dress is bunched up over her hips to reveal her pink panties. I push it even higher until her stomach is exposed too.
"Done fighting?" I arch an eyebrow, and she narrows her eyes at me.
"You asked me if I'd rather have married Franzè," her voice is steady, her gaze unflinching, "but how could I have a preference when I'm still a prisoner, regardless of my jailor. Does it really matter who puts me in a cage? I'm still locked away."
My fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, her words irritating me.
"I'm not Franzè," I say through gritted teeth.
"Really? I hadn't noticed," she adds drily, a bored expression painted on her features.
"You're wrong to toy with me like this, Allegra." I say as my hands move over her ass. "And it makes me want to show you even more who you belong to."
"I belong to no one but myself," she huffs and pushes at my shoulders.
"That's where you're wrong, little tigress. You're mine." I lower my lips to her abdomen, right below her belly button. Using my bloodied tongue, I swirl it around her virgin flesh, writing the initial of my name. Branding her. Her skin is my canvas, and the red contrasts perfectly with the creamy white of her belly. I drag my tongue lower, skirting just above the material of her panties.
"What are you doing?" Her cry of outrage is followed by yet another shove, trying to get me off her.
"You're mine, Allegra. The sooner you get used to it, the easier it's going to be for you."
She chuckles, almost forcefully.
"For me, or for you? What do you want, Enzo? You want me to get on my knees and submit to you? Because that's never going to happen."
"We'll see."
The car stops and I stand straight, righting my clothes. Turning to her, I give her my most charming smile.
"Shall we?"
Because this has just begun.
WE'RE BOTH TENSE AS we make our way to the box and seeing her so upset has me second guessing my actions for a brief moment.
This was all to make her happy. And all I did was make her sad.
But as I see other men's eyes slowly rove over her body, my decision is solidified. She needs to know there's no one else for her; that there can never be anyone else for her.
If I were a normal man, maybe this obsession, this addiction to her would have had me questioning my sanity.
But I'm not.
And I find that I'm losing patience with this strategical approach.
What if she never trusts me?
As we take our seats in the box, I try to push those thoughts out of my mind.
The opera starts, and while everyone is focused on the stage, I have eyes for one person only.
Allegra's expressions are far more entertaining than a show I've already watched plenty of times before. I watch intently as she leans forward, her eyes widening at whatever's happening on the stage. She's entirely in tune with the performance — laughing, crying, cheering.
And I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sight.
As soon as the intermission is announced, I guide her towards the bar, and I notice that she's not as tense as before. She's not automatically rejecting my touch, so I decide to get myself into her good graces again.
"I see you're enjoying the show," I add, the corners of my mouth curling upward.
"Oh, yes! It's wonderful. I have no words," she exclaims, and she starts discussing the plot of the opera, our previous interaction seemingly forgotten.
I play along, all too happy to see such joy on her face.
"Here," I offer her a glass of champagne.
Her brows draw up as she regards the glass.
"I've never had alcohol before," she says, but she makes no move to refuse it.
"Try it, but slowly."
She brings the flute to her lips, sipping some of the bubbly drink.
"My God!" Her eyes widen, a sound of pure pleasure escaping her. Forgetting my advice, she empties the glass, and holds it out to me for more.
"Easy, little tigress."
"Please?" She flutters her eyelashes at me and I almost groan.
Now, how can I refuse that?
I order another flute of champagne, and just as the other one, she empties it in one go.
"No more," I shake my head when I see her expression.
"But..."
I tug on her elbow, guiding her back to the box.
The third act starts, and I expect Allegra to go back to ignoring me in favor of the opera. But even though her eyes are focused on the play, her body seems to inch closer to mine.
Her palm is suddenly on my thigh, and going by the way it moves around, she's definitely coping a feel.
"Allegra?" I ask, and a small giggle escapes her.
I raise her chin up, and her eyes are completely glazed.
"Allegra, are you drunk?" A droll smile spreads across her face.
Her hands reach out to grab on to my shirt, bringing my face cl
ose to hers.
"You..." she slurs, a crease appearing between her brows as she tries to find her words. "You say I'm yours, but... why can't you be mine too?" She squints at me and one finger pokes me in the chest. "Not fair," she continues to grumble.
I'm trying but failing not to smile, the display entirely too adorable. But drunk Allegra goes one step further. Her face contorts in pain as she bites down on her tongue. She winces, revealing blood stained teeth.
"Hey, are you ok?" I ask, concerned by her behavior.
"You..." She points at me, her eyes trying to focus on me. "You're mine." She says before grabbing my face with both hands and sloppily licking my cheek in the shape of the letter A.
Shocked, I can't even move.
I did not expect that!
"Now we're even," she has a satisfied expression on her face, blood still around her lips.
People are shushing all around us, and even though it's bad etiquette, I scoop Allegra up in my arms, leaving the show.
The hallway and the entrance are empty, and as we make it outside I realize it's raining heavily. Our car is at the end of the street, so there's no way we're getting there dry.
"Rain!" Allegra exclaims, jumping out of my arms and straight into the downpour.
I shake my head at her obvious enthusiasm — the girl can't drink!
"Allegra!" I call out to her, but she's busy spinning around in the rain. The dress she's wearing is already starting to become soaked, sticking to her curves like a second skin. The light color of the garment makes it so that little is left to the imagination.
Her nipples are straining against the material, puckered and erect. Even the contours of her stomach are visible, all leading to her pink panties. They are the highlight of the show, like a neon sign saying fuck me.
And I'll be damned if it doesn't work.
I rush to her side, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer, ensuring that no one can see her.
"Let's go home," I say, but she just shakes her head, a silly smile on her face.
"No!" She pushes hard against my chest, managing to put some distance between us. "Free... I'm free!" She shouts out loud before starting to giggle.
"Little tigress," my fingers wrap around her hand, twirling her around until her back is fitted to my front.
I wonder if she can feel the outline of my hard cock, wedged right between her ass cheeks, the flimsy material between us just a weak barrier.
My hand is around her waist, resting against her stomach and pressing her into me.
"Enzo," she releases a throaty moan, her head falling back, giving me direct access to her throat. I nibble at the exposed skin, and she grows even more restless in my arms.
"What do you want, little tigress?" I ask her, thrusting my hips into her back, my hand swirling circles across her wet skin, going lower and lower until it's lingering on top of her panties. "Tell me," I ask as one finger dips between her legs.
We're in the middle of the square, in the pouring rain, where everyone can see us. Yet there's something freeing about this... about the way she's not fighting me for once.
"I don't know," she stifles a sob as her hand covers mine, begging me to keep touching her.
"Home... we need to get home," I whisper in her ear and she gives a small nod, still completely stuck to my side.
We make it to the car and I instruct the driver to be fast.
The entire ride home, Allegra's hands are playing with the buttons of my shirt, her touch tentative and innocent yet I'll be damned if it's not the hottest thing I've ever felt.
When the car stops, I carry her in my arms, going directly to our room and ignoring the curious stares of the staff.
"Enzo," she mewls as I lay her on the bed, quickly removing the wet clothes from her body until she's standing naked in front of me.
There's no shame as she arches her back, her heels digging into the mattress, thrusting her pussy towards me,
"I know what you want, little tigress, and I'm going to give it to you," I grunt as I quickly take my shirt off, throwing it on the ground.
The pants stay on because I barely trust myself like this, and I know we're not ready for that step yet.
But this...
My knees hit the mattress, and I spread her legs. Draping them on either side of my shoulders, I cup her ass and bring her pussy to my face.
She's squirming, my breath tickling the sensitive area.
I lay a gentle kiss at the top of her mound before I move lower, spreading her lips with my tongue and diving in.
I give her a long lick before I settle on her clit, sucking it into my mouth. A loud moan escapes her, and her hands find my hair, gripping it tightly. I continue to nibble at her bud, switching between sucking and circling it with my tongue, and using her reactions as directions.
It takes a while, but I start learning her cues. How the clench of her thighs around my head means to keep doing what I am doing or how the slight pull of my hair means I should change my focus.
My mouth goes lower, teasing her entrance with my tongue. She's dripping wet, and pride swells in my chest at the thought that I'm the one causing this reaction in her.
I push my tongue inside, stroking her deeply.
"E..." she starts, trailing off when I insert one finger, feeling her tightness around me.
I move my finger in and out, using my tongue to play with her clit.
Her juices are all over my face, and my senses are completely overwhelmed by her scent and taste. My cock is straining against the zipper of my trousers, and I can feel beads of pre-cum leaking, staining the material. Trying to forget about my aching balls and desperately hard cock, I focus on her pleasure instead, her little sounds better than any orgasm.
She's everything I ever thought she'd be and much more...
I continue to fuck her with my finger, my mouth wrapped around her clit when I feel her walls tightening.
Her back arches, and her body tenses right before she squeezes the life out of me with her thighs.
"Enzo," she whimpers, my name on her lips as she comes is all the satisfaction I need.
I raise my head and watch as her eyes flutter close, her mouth open, stuck on a never-ending note.
Moving slowly up her body, I lay small kisses all over her chest until I reach her mouth.
Her eyes snap open, staring at me.
"Kiss me," she whispers, and what can I do but oblige?
I lay my mouth on hers, revelling in the feeling of having her willing under me, even though I know she may not be as pliant come morning.
So I just take advantage, kissing her to the fullest, enjoying the slight brush of her nipples against my naked chest.
"Easy, little tigress," I whisper against her lips as her pussy keeps on rubbing against my cock.
I'm one second away from exploding and she's not helping my self-control.
"Mhmmm," she whimpers, and I move to the side, afraid that if this continues, I might do something we'd both regret.
"Sleep," I kiss her forehead, hugging her from behind, and waiting for the guilt to come.
I crossed a line tonight, I'm well aware. I'd purposefully given her the champagne, hoping she'd loosen up a little and we would stop fighting at least for one evening. But her reaction had been wholly unexpected. She'd lost all inhibitions, and I took advantage to the fullest.
As much as I'd like to convince myself this had all been for her, a part deep within me knows — it was all for me.
Chapter Twelve
I'M STARTLED AWAKE by something hard poking into my backside. Momentarily confused, I slowly turn my head around and I'm stunned to see Enzo hugging me from behind, deep asleep.
What's going on?
Frowning, I start recalling the events of last night, heat climbing up my cheeks.
I see myself and yet it doesn't seem like myself.
I'd been... wanton.
Good lord, what have I done? I practically begged him to have his way with me.<
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And I do remember... the way he'd touched me, put his mouth on me... there.
My eyes widen as I recall the sensations he'd wrung out of me, how I'd felt things I never thought possible.
And I so I find myself not knowing how to react.
It hadn't been bad... not how Lia had warned me right before my wedding. There hadn't been any pain. There had been nothing but euphoria.
I lift my hand to my forehead, feeling for a fever. My entire body is tingling with the same type of feeling as last night, and all of it is centered between my thighs.
I shake my head, trying to remove these thoughts from my mind.
He's just trying to tempt you. Make you drop your defenses so he can lull you further into sin.
But if sin felt like that, then I don't see why I'd resist.
"Awake?" He murmurs in my ear, his breath blowing hot into my face.
I quickly scramble away from him, holding two fingers in the shape of a cross in front of me.
"Away with you devil!" I yell at him. It all happened because of that bubbly thing he fed me. There must have been something in it to make me behave like that.
Enzo raises an eyebrow at me, but he merely chuckles, coming to a seating position. He's shirtless, but his pants are still on.
And oh my, what a chest!
God! I must still be under the influence of that potion. Maybe it was a love spell, otherwise I wouldn't look at him and get so... hot.
"What did you do to me?" I spit the words in disgust, making sure to put some distance between us, not trusting myself not to jump on him.
Yes, that potion was potent indeed.
"What do you mean?" He has the gall to ask innocently, but his subtle smirk gives him away.
"What did you give me last night? You drugged me didn't you? Was it a love potion?"
Do they have those in big cities too?
There had been one too many times in my village when a man had succumbed to the wiles of a woman, and Lia had told me it had been all the work of witchcraft. I hadn't heard of such a potion to work on a woman though. Maybe they are just more advanced here — they are definitely richer and can afford it.
"Love potion?" He chuckles, looking at me with amusement in his eyes. "Don't tell me you love me, little tigress."
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