Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
But I focused on placing one foot in front of the other and stared at the massive, crystal chandelier that hung in the center of the large room. Everyone was dressed in their best, and I smiled as all the patrons stared in awe at the beauty who was my new sister-in-law, Claudia, as she made her way through the establishment in her wedding gown.
Pierre, the owner, came out from the back to greet us. He shook Nikolai and Dmitry’s hands, his grin splitting wide when my brothers accepted the gesture.
We were led to a table, Pierre assuring us it was the best one in his restaurant. Once we were all seated, he snapped his fingers. The waitstaff bustled over and made sure all our crystal glasses were filled with artisan water.
The owner grinned from ear to ear as he doted on my brothers.
A wine glass was set in front of me, and panic washed over me, as I knew I couldn't drink it. But would abstaining be like a neon sign that I was pregnant?
Liquor was poured for the men, and a childproof cup of chocolate milk was brought out for Luca.
Dmitry reached over and pulled Claudia’s chair close to his. He threw his arm over the back of it, the tips of his fingers lightly stroking the bare skin of her arm. Watching the pure happiness that was on my brothers’ faces was something I didn’t think I’d ever get to witness.
And it made me feel like everything was right in the world.
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 fabric of 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… this happen.
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 was so 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 my moan, but a squeak escaped, and I worried that I sounded like a dying animal.