Page 60 of All the Dangerous Things

Dmitry and Nikolai started speaking in low voices to each other, and I had this tingling on the back of my neck. I didn't have to look at Gio to know he was staring at me.

I grabbed my water glass and took a long sip but nearly choked on it when I felt a heavy, warm hand land on my thigh.

I did pretty damn well at not snapping my head toward Gio and silently asking him what in the fuck he was doing.

My breathing was visibly changing—I felt it start to pick up. My fingers twitched, my hands shaking as I gripped my water glass, when he pushed the fabricof my dress all the way up my leg. He skimmed his fingers over my bare skin, and I felt goose bumps move along my entire body.

I shouldn’t have, but I did turn my head and glance at him. And that sexy bastard was looking straight ahead, his focus on my brothers, a muscle under his jaw flexing.

He moved his fingers to the edge of my panties and teased the skin just beneath, gently following it down between my thighs until he brushed that sensitive spot where my leg and pussy met.

Self-preservation rose up, and I placed my hand on top of his, trying to stop him. The last thing I needed was for my brothers to catch on to what was happening and shoot Gio right there at the table.

Although he didn’t make a sound, I swore I heard his deep chuckle echoing in my head, as if he were up to the challenge of showing me he’d damn well do whatever the hell he wanted.

He tightened his fingers against my flesh, demonstrating to me that he was much stronger and determined to make…thishappen.

My pussy got wet at that thought and realization.

Being in the middle of a restaurant with my family all around, customers eating a stone’s throw away, and Gio touching my panty-covered pussy wasso wrong it was good. Beads of sweat started forming on my temple, and trying to act “normal” was getting harder by the second.

Two waitresses came by with trays full of the first course. And the entire time the dishes were being laid out, Gio kept rubbing my slit through the lace. I glanced around the table, but no one seemed to pay me any attention. Although, Claudia seemed… off, and I couldn't figure out why. She was also sweating slightly, perspiration dotting her upper lip and forehead, her cheeks pink.

God, it’s hot in here.

I clenched my legs together, trying to let Gio know he had to stop.

I sensed him shift in his chair, leaning a bit closer to me. “Keep fighting me. I’m sporting a raging fucking hard-on right now because of it.” He added more pressure to my leg. “But I know you really want to open up for me.”

His voice was low enough—along with all the chatter in the room—that I knew I was the only one to hear his words.

I did as he said, and Gio ran his finger down the center of my pussy, gently pressing the gusset of my panties against my opening. I tried to hold in mymoan, but a squeak escaped, and I worried that I sounded like a dying animal.

But everyone was still engrossed in their own conversation and paid us no mind.

Gio leaned back in his chair like a king getting his fill of… everything.

And thateverythingwas me.

After taking a long drink from my water glass to help the parched feeling of my throat, I set it down and placed my hand on his again, praying like hell he’d quit.

I didn’t want him to stop because I wasn't thoroughly enjoying this; it was because I feared someone at this table would see. Then all hell would break loose. I grabbed on to that Petrov fire within me and looked at him, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. I wanted him to see he was pissing me off.

He was already staring at me, this cocky fucking smirk on his face. He leaned in at the same time he hooked his finger on the edge of my panties and pulled them aside.

And then he whispered, “Fight me, little girl. Like I said, all that does is make my cock harder.” And then he smoothed that digit over my slick, bared pussy, chucklingdeep in his chest. “Your cunt is all primed for me.” And then he was leaning back in his chair like nothing happened, and I wondered if I’d imagined it all.

Gio pushed a thick, calloused finger into me, and I bit the inside of my cheek. My inner muscles clenched with the memory of his girthy cock wedging inside of me, stretching me, making it hurt so good.

Nikolai started conversing with Gio, and I had to draw up every ounce of strength I had to act totally unaffected.

With one more thrust of his finger into me, Gio finally removed it, adjusted my dress, and grabbed his wine glass just as the food arrived. He glanced at me as he took a drink, and I noticed his middle finger was glossy with my arousal.

Gio set the glass down, and—shocking the hell out of me… again—he sucked that digit into his mouth. Right the fuck in front of everyone.

My face felt so damn hot with embarrassment and arousal.

And with each passing second, Gio acted more closed off, and every bit the Italian Mafia leader he was.

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