Page 93 of Useless Love

“Leave,” he tells the Gonzalez organization, “but leave some of your security.”

The men look confused but they clearly don’t want to anger Carmine any further, so a few Gonzalez guards stay along with the Gaudino ones.

I face my husband and wait, my heart pounding, wondering what this is all about.

Carmine

My princess looks at me with big, brown eyes and asks, “Are you angry at me? Maybe I shouldn’t have come."

“I’m not angry with you,” I say quickly. “But I am pissed at Carlos for the way he was staring at you, looking like he was ready to kidnap you and take you away for a night of fun.” Arianna gasps, so I pull her closer. But instead of offering her comfort and protection, something dark is brewing inside me. “You’re mine and it pisses me off thinking of any other man having thoughts of sticking his dick in what rightfully belongs to me. You understand that only I get to have you?”

“Yes, of course I—”

Before she finishes speaking, I kiss her, aware that some of the wait staff are still lingering in the room cleaning up. But I don't fucking care. She's Mine and I can't stand the thought of ever losing her or of some asshole taking her away from me. I grab one of her tits and start squeezing.

“Carmine, people are still here,” my wife whispers, but I only keep working my fingers around her tits and flesh.

A primal urge to claim what’s mine takes over, and I’m going to have her right here on the fucking table while others watch.

“Carmine,” she says in a pleading voice. “They’re watching…”

“Good,” I growl, yanking her dress up to expose her panties and her luscious tits just begging to be sucked.

The waitstaff aren’t sure what to do because I paid them for the evening—they know what kind of a man I am and probably worry what might happen if they leave. So they linger in the corners of our private room, most averting their gazes. A few of the braver ones keep stealing quick glances, curious and probably never seeing something like this before. My normal security is also here, but they’re used to the shit by now, so they’re all standing by with indifferent expressions. The Gonzales guards look intrigued, and I know they’ll inform their bosses of what I did.

That’s exactly what I want—this is a show of dominance and power, and a clear signal that no one should ever dare to disrespect my wife again.

My wife squeaks as I pull one of her nipples too hard. “You’re mine,” I tell her and she nods. I dip my fingers into her panties, feeling how wet she already is. I smile. “I didn’t know you were so freaky, getting turned on while I show everyone here that you belong to me.”

A blush creeps up her neck and into her cheeks. “It’s…you always make me hot like this, even if…” Her words end in a moan as I shove two fingers in her eager cunt. I finger fuck her for a few moments, and then tell her to lay back on the table with her head along the edge.

My cock is dying to get out, so I release it. The next moment, I shove it into Ari’s mouth. She gags, so I give her a moment to breathe. “You want more?”

My eager princess nods, opening her mouth wide. I slide my dick back in, going to town and fucking her delicious mouth for a few minutes. I glance at our audience, meeting the gazes of the Gonzalez guards in a challenging way.

I bend down and suck on Ari’s tits, then I finally pull out of her mouth. She’s gasping and trying to get her bearings, but I don’t let up. “You’re fucking mine,” I tell her again, “and you’re not going anywhere.”

“I know, Carmine. I love you.”

I flinch. Those words again. I can sense them inside me, wanting to be said, but I haven’t yet been able to. What the hell is stopping me?

“Sit on that chair,” I tell my wife. Once she’s sitting, I command, “Squeeze your tits together.” Then I slip my dick up through the bottom, groaning as her soft skin smothers my drooling cock. I start thrusting, grabbing her hair. “Squeeze them tight for Daddy.”

She does and I pump even faster. Soon, a hot load of cum spills all over her breasts and neck. I use my cock to spread it around while Ari watches, blushing.

Pulling her head back, I kiss her. “Now pull your dress down and leave my mark on you until we get home. You are fucking mine!”

She nods. “I’m yours,” she confirms, and it finally seems to settle me a bit.

We leave the restaurant and all of the spectators behind, hoping in the car home. I tell the driver to make a detour to the beach. As we ride in silence, Ari gazing out the window looking concerned, I finally start to come to my damn senses.

What the hell came over me back there? I’ve never acted so jealous with a woman before. The thought of another man having her or of losing her…

When we’re at the beach, we stroll along under the moonlight. I take Ari’s hand but she avoids eye contact.

“I fucked up,” I finally say. “You’re my wife, not some whore. I shouldn’t have…”

She doesn’t respond, staring at the ocean, and my stomach twists deeper with guilt.

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