I’d rented a two-seater Mazda MX-5. Veronica got in and gave me the biggest smile, then moments later she moved her hand down to my thigh. I grabbed it and quickly brought it to my mouth, kissing the knuckles.
“You have to be a good girl now and be patient, sunshine. Good things come to those who wait,” I said, turning my head and flashing her a smile.
She stared at me like I’d just taken her favourite toy.
“So, you aren’t taking me to the hotel, right, so you can finally have me?” she cooed.
“No, I haven’t booked a hotel yet because I’m staying in the villa. I can’t bring you there yet because the two people who care about us the most might freak out,” I said, starting the car.
“What? But it’s been so long, and I’m horny, baby,” she whined.
“Trust me on this, sunshine. It will be so much better if we wait.”
Soon, we left the marina and drove through the busy streets of Palermo.
“Laura called Spencer an animal… I’m so glad this finally happened, and I hope your brother isn’t going to just ditch her after that because she wouldn’t be able to mend her broken heart a second time,” Veronica said after a while.
“Don’t worry, my brother is already in love, totally pussy-whipped. You should have seen them one night at dinner. They were acting like a total family unit, Laura demanding everyone to be off their devices and Spencer properly backing her up. He’s never going to part with her, and Maja loves her, too,” I assured her, heading out of the city. There was this one place where I wanted to take her so we could talk, because that’s what we were going to do for now, despite the fact that I’d been hard since the moment I’d held her in my arms.
“Oh, I hope you’re right, because if he hurts my girl, I’m going to castrate him,” she said fiercely, sending a shiver down my spine. My cock stirred.
“You’re scaring me, sunshine, but let’s not talk about my brother. How was the trip in the yacht?” I asked. I needed to divert this conversation to safer waters because all I could think of was taking her from behind.
“It was fine mostly, until I started listening to Jess having sex with Federico most of the night. It was only the three of us, but he compensated for it by being a good host and an amazing cook. Who knew that Jess would connect with someone so young?” Veronica explained.
For the next twenty minutes, we chatted about our past weeks being away from London.
I was suddenly fucking relieved there’d been no one else on that yacht with them, because in any other circumstances I would have swum across the ocean just so the other guy wouldn’t dare make a move on her.
I parked the car outside the restaurant. I’d been here several times before, and since it was late, the place was packed, trendy music played, and the waiter quickly found us a place with comfortable sofas.
Veronica sat next to me, quickly wrapping her hands around my waist.
“I want you, Rupert. I’m aching for you. I don’t even know when I had sex last,” she whispered in my ear.
My blood boiled. I hated that she’d had to fuck some other men, but I reminded myself that was in the past. She was mine now.
“Then be a good girl and keep your legs crossed. I have other plans for us, and nothing is happening tonight,” I growled in her ear, then kissed her neck, moving my tongue over the sensitive skin.
Veronica moaned, then luckily the waiter interrupted us, so I quickly said, “Portaci una bottiglia della vostra miglior champagna e il menu, per favore.”
“Rupert, no. Do you want me to beg you? I don’t want to wait. I want you in me, baby,” she protested when the waiter left to take care of my order.
Her hard nipples poked against the thin material of her dress, and she looked flustered, which meant she was telling me the truth. I leaned back on the sofa and put my hands around my head, staring down at her. She was so fucking stunning.
“Yes, you’re going to beg me to take you, and once I finally break your needy cunt, then you won’t be able to walk or even sit down. Because every time you do, you’ll be reminded of who you belong to.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Veronica
I fucking hated Rupert and how much control he’d had over me last night. I’d tried everything to get him to fuck me, or at least touch me, and after trying all my seduction methods on him that had never let me down in the past, I was extremely frustrated. I knew he wanted me, but he refused to touch me. The dinner at that restaurant was perfect. He’d ordered us the most delicious champagne, then we had a platter of seafood and stuffed swordfish rolls with grilled vegetables that were out of this world. The food was a great substitute for sex, but I barely sat still, constantly reminded of my throbbing clit. It was beginning to become uncomfortable, I had to have his dick soon. We’d talked, we’d laughed, and he’d held my hand, kissed my lips, and whispered all these wonderful things into my ear. Overall, it was a perfect date.Just no sex.
Then, at the end of the night, he’d dropped me off at the marina so I could go back to the yacht. That was not how I’d imagined the night to end. Yet, Rupert had told me to have my bag ready because we were leaving Palermo in the morning.
I was so confused. I had no idea what he had in mind, but by the time I’d walked back to the yacht I’d decided to have a cold shower, telling myself I could be a little more patient.
“So where do you think he’s taking you?” Jess asked the next morning as I stepped outside the yacht, holding my suitcase.