Page 61 of Captured Fantasy

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, let’s go.”

He’d bought a brand new sports car. It was a sleek, black vehicle with doors that opened up instead of out. The inside smelled of new car and the seats were shiny, dark leather with matching upholstery. Federico circled the car and settled into the driver’s seat, waiting until I’d sat next to him to rev the engine once. He sped out of the neighborhood faster than I liked.

The street was blocked off in front of the church and people were milling about looking at the booths. Federico parked in the lot around back and sat back in his seat, stretching his legs. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure how. My heart sped up and I looked down at my hands, twisting my wedding rings around my finger. Had he found out about Cosimo?

I chided myself silently. I had nothing to be ashamed of—Federico hadn’t laid any formal claim to me. He was fucking me when it pleased him and disappearing when he was bored. I tensed my jaw, staring out the window, waiting for him to speak.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“A little,” I said, surprised. “I’d like an iced coffee. It’s so hot today.”

My voice sounded brittle. He nodded and stepped out of the car, holding out his hand to slip against the small of my back. I felt eyes follow us as we descended into the crowd and I hoped we didn’t run into anyone we knew. I didn’t want to have to go through the ordeal of having to come up with a reason for why Federico was with me.

“Do you want to stop by the café?” he asked.

I looked down the street to the little Italian café at the far end. I rarely had time to go there anymore, but before Gino’s death I’d visited there almost every week. They had the most delicious coffee drinks and sandwiches and I’d spent many Sunday afternoons reading a book in one of the booths.

“Yes, I’d like that,” I said, keeping in my excitement.

He led the way across the street. The building had a low ceiling and there was a short line by the glass case full of different colored tubs of gelato. It was cool by the counter and I stepped a little closer to the freezer, goosebumps rising on my skin. Federico’s hand brushed my lower back, shifting lower for a brief second, his thumb grazing my ass. I jumped, sending him a severe look. He grinned back at me, taking off his sunglasses as he stepped up to the register.

He ordered a coffee and a sandwich and I ordered an iced Americano, a cup of gelato, and three macaroons. Federico looked over my food as I sat down and his brows rose slowly.

“What? You don’t like what I ordered?” I said, sitting down opposite him.

At that moment, the door swung open and Cosimo walked in with one of Paolo Venetti’s younger brother’s, Andrea. My breath caught in my lungs at the sight of him. God, he looked so good in his black t-shirt, the sleeves a little stretched around his biceps. He’d taken off his aviators and was tapping them absently as he looked up at the menu.

“I just wondered how you stay so thin,” Federico said, his gaze shifting over my body.

“Yoga,” I said, glaring at him as I bit into one of the macaroons. “And walking everywhere because you took my car.”

He ignored the latter part of what I’d said. “I didn’t know you did yoga. Perhaps we should test how flexible you are later on.”

“I’ll probably have a headache then.” I brushed my hair back and sipped from my cup. “On account of all the sugar I’m eating.”

My eyes shifted past him to where Cosimo stood, leaning on the counter talking to the barista. He was so casually charming, that smirk crossing his mouth now and again and sending little shivers of arousal down my spine.

I glanced at Federico, but he’d taken his phone out. When I looked back up, Cosimo turned and his eyes met mine. A shock moved through my body as his gaze zeroed in on me and that dark hunger rose to the surface. His knuckles went white around his cup as his eyes flicked from me to Federico and back again.

Heat pooled between my thighs and there was a desperate, little throbbing in my clit that made me want to squeeze my thighs together. To rock in my seat in search of some relief. My nipples hardened in my sundress, poking through the fabric. He looked down at my breasts and looked away abruptly, turning on his heel and striding to the corner opposite where I sat.

I forced my gaze back to Federico and took a long sip of my drink, hoping it would cool me down. Federico glanced up and his brows drew together.

“Are you feeling alright?” he said quietly.

I shook my head quickly. “Yes, sorry, I was just...thinking.”

“About?”

“Earlier,” I said, thinking quickly. “In the kitchen.”

The corner of his mouth jerked in a smirk. “You can have more of that when we get back later.”

I dropped my lashes, shifting in my seat as I stole a glance past Federico to where Cosimo sat. He was leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, and his eyes were still fixed on me. My pussy gave a desperate throb and I rocked forward, a pulse of pleasure moving through me. God, it had been so long since I’d come and I needed it badly.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

Federico nodded, his phone pinging as I stood up. He didn’t bother to turn around as I walked across the room. The tension was so thick I could have cut it with a knife as I passed by Cosimo. His eyes dragged over my body, over the curve of my ass. I turned the corner, looking over my shoulder, and our gazes locked I slipped out of sight.

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