Page 52 of Till Death Do Us Part

“Pippa,” she snaps again when my eyes flutter closed. He slides a finger through my folds, smearing my juices over my now throbbing clit. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Nodding, I pull in a deep breath as heat courses through me when his thumb circles me slowly, a light pressure building between my legs as he plays with my pussy. “What were you saying?”

She continues speaking, but the only thing I hear is the blood rushing to my ears when two fingers thrust inside me without warning. Nodding absentmindedly, I take a sip of my drink, trying and failing to cool myself down as Leonardo finger-fucks me under the table—while my family surround us.

The conversation picks up again, but my mind is lost to the sensations swirling around me while Leonardo uses his fingers expertly inside me, scissoring them until I’m almost panting under his touch. When he presses the heel of his hand against my clit, my eyes roll back, and my breath hitches.

“You’re looking very flush, Princess,” he comments, his voice carrying over the table. Heads turn towards me, all of them watching me while my body trembles as he grinds against my clit.

“He’s right,” Papá agrees, a frown on his face. Just what I need, to worry my already cautious father. “Are you not feeling good, bambina? You seem distracted.”

Fuck my life and fuck the man with expert fingers.

I let out a cough, grabbing a napkin and pressing it to my lips to hide my moan when he slides a third finger inside me, rolling them against my g-spot. “I’m okay, Papá. It’s just awfully warm in here, isn’t it?”

“Hmm, is it?” My eyes narrow on Leonardo as he speaks, his own glittering with humour while he continues to plunge his fingers in and out of my heat. “Perhaps we need to cool you down.”

He finally removes his fingers, and I sag in relief. Though it’s short lived when he rips the lace down the centre, removing the barrier of my underwear before something cold presses against my clit, circling it for a moment. He moves down my folds. pressing against my entrance.

“What are you doing?” I whisper through clenched teeth while the rest of our table talks about the heat in the restaurant. Dropping my eyes, they widen when I see the handle of his dinner knife. Butterflies soar in my stomach, my legs trembling in anticipation as the metal slips inside of me. “Leonardo.”

“Shhh, we wouldn’t want your family to pick up on what’s happening, would we?” My muffled protests fall on deaf ears as he continues to push the handle inside me. It slides in easily, coating with my juices before he pulls it all the way out, causing me to whimper.

My body burns under the pressure, his thumb finding my clit once more while he fucks me with a dinner knife. My pussy clenches around the object when he twists it, pressing against my g-spot once more. His tongue slips out, dampening his lips and all I can think about is having them wrapped around my clit while he continues to use the knife on me.

My orgasm builds slowly—too fucking slowly—as he slides the knife in and out of me with measured strokes. Just enough to have me whimpering, but not enough to give me the release I crave. “Leo, please.”

“Please what?” he asks, leaning into me just enough I can hear him, but not so much that everyone turns to face us. “What do you need, baby? Do you need to come around my knife? Do you want to be a dirty girl who gets off while dinner is being served around us? Do you want them all to hear your moans and know I’m the one who brings you ecstasy? Tell me. Because I can feel you trembling around the metal, and all I can think about is bending you over this table and pounding you into oblivion while everyone watches. Is that something you’d want, Princess?”

I clamp my hand around the edge of the table, needing an anchor as his words cause me to fall apart. Clenching my teeth, I swallow my moans as my climax takes over and stars fill my vision while he continues to fuck me through it with his knife.

There’s a sharp pain when he thrusts deeper, but I’m too lost to the pleasure to note what’s happening inside of me.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you, Princess?” he whispers, pulling the knife out and settling it on the table while my cheeks flush with fire. “My little slut.”

I grab my champagne, tipping a generous amount down my throat while my body settles. When I can finally breathe normally again, after long moments, my eyes linger on the knife noticing a spot of blood against the serrated edge.

Unfortunately, I’m not the only person to notice.

“Is that blood on your knife, Leonardo?” Antonio asks as he drops back down beside me, placing his phone on the table. My face burns, and my heart skips a beat as my husband directs his curiosity to the man at my side. For a moment, I’d forgotten he was here at this restaurant with us—I’d forgotten everything but Leonardo.

“Hmm, I must have nicked something when I was playing with it.” He shrugs, picking it up and using it to slice his chicken. I drop my gaze to my thigh, my eyes widening as a trickle of blood passes over my skin. The fucker cut me while fucking me. Shit. “But a bit of blood never hurt anyone, did it?”

My cheeks flush further when he slides the chicken into his mouth, pulling the knife in a second later and cleaning it with his tongue. The same knife he used to fuck me.

Well, fuck.

The rest of the evening goes off without a hitch, and by the end, everyone is merry on alcohol and laughing jovially over dessert. However, the whole time, I can only focus on the man to my right.

Avoiding him seems redundant. And when he touches me, I forget every reason that I should.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“We’regoingout,”Rosashouts, jumping on the bed next to me. I drop my book onto my crossed legs, tucking a bookmark between the pages before lifting my head to hers. “Papá is going to the casino to hang out with some old friends, and he said we can go.”

“When have you ever needed Papá’s permission to do anything?”

“It’s not his permission I’m after, Pippa.” She scoffs, looking at me like I’m stupid. “It’s his credit card, obviously.”

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