Page 55 of Black Widow's Kiss

Remembering what I had done to him. I did feel a little bad.

“Ahhh, my poor baby,” I said approaching him slowly.

Directly in front of him, I slipped my hand on his side and with my thumb, lightly brushed the spot where I stabbed him. I could feel the stitched skin. Dante’s body was tense beneath me, but he didn’t pull away.

“I will never let anyone do this to you again,” I told him looking up into his eyes.

“You’re the one who did it. Are you gonna do it again?”

“I hope not,” I told him honestly. “I only want to protect you.”

Dante seemed less assured by my answer than I wanted him to be. That was probably because I didn’t want to lie to him. I still didn’t know what I did when I slept. He should be ready to defend himself if in exhausted delusion I tried something.

I truly didn’t want to hurt him again. But I wasn’t sure I could stop myself. I could never be trusted.

“You should get ready,” I told him not wanting to let him go.

He stared down at me before moving.

“If you are good tonight, maybe I’ll have something waiting for you when we get home.”

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” I replied flirtatiously.

“You can take me at my word. Always,” he told me squeezing my ass.

Feeling his large hand consume me, my cock got hard. What did he have in mind? I had liked everything about what we had done the night before. The only downside was that I couldn’t also feel the crop.

“I’ll be good,” I said pressing where I stabbed him with my thumb.

He flinched tightening his grip on my ass. His fingers dug into me almost tearing into my flesh. It hurt and I liked it.

With his free hand shooting to my wrist to remove it from his side, I gave another small squeeze and let go. Once my hand was off of him, he leaned down and gave me a kiss. It wasn’t long enough, but it reminded me of the benefits of being good.

Perhaps I wasn’t going to jump across the table and slit Matteo’s throat after all. I had too much to lose if I did. Did my husband already know how to control me? I didn’t know how I felt about that.

When Dante left me to get ready. I remained in the living room waiting for him. When he returned, it was with a surprise. He looked different. Everything he wore was basically the same but his button up dress shirt was striped with red, white, and blue. Was this my husband relaxing? It might have been.

Heading to the elevator, I took his arm. When I had it, he didn’t resist. He stood up straighter. It was like he enjoyed having me by his side. I couldn’t believe that because no one did. Even the boy I had love shied away from allowing us to been seen in public together.

He wasn’t a part of the world that Dante and I shared, so he feared for his life. Turns out, he had a right to be. He simple feared the wrong people. He should have feared the only person he trusted. Talk about a bad judge of character.

Arriving at the restaurant, I waited for Dante to open my car door. It took him a second to realize what I was doing, but he figured it out.

“Don’t expect me to do this every time,” he informed me as I got out.

I ignored him, waited for him to close the car door, and then took his arm. Again, he straightened his back and walked taller.

Entering the restaurant, I scanned the room. Making note of the exits, I next examined the patrons. There were a mix of clientele none of which were Asian or black.

There was one person looking at us, though. He was hard to miss. He looked like a prettier version of Dante. And if I were single and looking to get fucked tonight, he would be who I left with.

“Your brother is gay?” I asked Dante whose attention snapped to me in surprise.

“Not in a million years,” he said confidently.

I looked back at the man who watched us approach. I could see the wheels in his head spinning. He was confused about how to respond. Seeing us had unbalanced him. That was good. Now I had to continue it.

“Do you know who I am?” I said to Matteo before Dante got a chance to speak.

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