She took a bite and moaned.
I gave her a knowing look. “Don’t start. I’m hungry.” Giving her own words back to her as a double entendre.
Just to tease me, she took another bite and let out another exaggerated, porn star-worthy moan.
I pounced, knocking her backward, deeper into the cabana.
She laughed as she spilled her wine. “Stop! I’m getting wine everywhere!”
I leaned up, caging her in with my forearms, and stared down at her in awe.
She laughed again. “What?”
I smiled. “There it is.”
Her brow wrinkled. “There what is?”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “Your laugh. I missed it.”
* * *
“No.”
“This is not up for debate, Milana.”
“This was not part of our deal.”
“Fuck the deal.”
“There is a perfectly fine bedroom down the hall.”
I raised my arm above her head and pointed to my bedroom door from where we were standing in the narrow hallway. “You’re sleeping in there… with me… and that’s final.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?”
“No.”
“I’m not having sex with you!”
“Fine.”
“What?”
“Fine.”
She threw her arms up in frustration. “Then why are we arguing? Just let me sleep in the spare bedroom, like you agreed in our deal.”
I placed my hand against her lower back, pulled her flush against my front, and then lifted her chin up so I had her full attention. “I am capable of sleeping next to a woman and not fucking her. I know you’ll probably find that hard to believe given my reputation with other women in the village….”
“And Rome… Milan… probably Paris, London, Brussels….”
I gave her ass a quick spank. “In my defense,” I said over the droning cadence of her voice listing all the major cities in Europe, “none of those women were you.”
Her mouth dropped open as her brow furrowed. She placed her hands on her hips. “So you’re saying you don’t want to fuck me? Wait. You’ll fuck anything that moves, but suddenly I’m not good enough for you? Not fuckable enough for you? Because I have news for you, Cesare Cavalieri. Just because I was a virgin doesn’t mean that I didn’t have plenty of offers from men who wanted to fu—”
I wrapped my hands around her middle, lifted her off the floor, and took two steps forward to slam her back against the wall. Pressing my cock into her hips, I wrapped my hand around her throat and ground out through clenched teeth, “Don’t say another fucking word,” before claiming her mouth.
I shoved my tongue between her lips. Tasting the sweet, sparkling wine from earlier only slightly cooled my anger at her daring to mention other men in my presence. I had to remind myself that she was mine. That I had claimed her, not them. It was the only thing saving me from flipping her around, shoving her pants down, and fucking her hard against the wall to remind her who owned her now.