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Gianni accepted the glass with a nod. “Thank you, Isabella.”
Isabella’s gaze then shifted, lingering on Teo with obvious appreciation. “You look incredibly handsome tonight.”
The audacity was breathtaking. The woman was so uncouth. She was openly flirting with my husband at our wedding while completely ignoring me.
“Aye, have you lost your fucking—”
I cleared my throat softly cutting off whatever explosion Teo was about to unleash.
“Isabella, isn’t it? We haven’t been properly introduced. Ayanna Donatelli”
“Of course. How rude of me. Isabella Vitale… family friend.” She offered me her hand, limp and dainty, as if she were accustomed to people kissing it rather than shaking it.
“Wife.” The word came out flat and final since she wanted to throw around titles.
I didn’t miss the flinch or the way she gazed at Mrs. Rita as if she would come to her defense.
Gianni’s once friendly tone turned icy when he said, “Apologize. Now.” Her face went pale, clearly not expecting to beembarrassed. Whatever game she thought she was playing died instantly under her father’s glare.
“I apologize,” she spoke slowly, looking between Teo and me. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“You did exactly what I told you not to do,” Gianni said quietly, his disappointment evident. “Go.”
“You never let dignity get in your way, do you darling?.” Rita asked, taking her arm gently and guiding her away. “Did you come to stir the pot?” Her voice trailed as she left the group.
Gianni turned back to us, his expression apologetic but dignified. “I’m sorry about my daughter’s behavior. This is your day, and she had no business bringing her... issues here.”
“You’re right. You need to reign her in before I do.” Teo told Gianni pointedly.
Gianni simply nodded, understanding the warning.
“Well,” my father said, breaking the tension with a forced smile, “let’s not let one person ruin such a beautiful evening.”
But the mood had shifted. The magic of the night felt tainted, and I found myself suddenly exhausted by it all. I looked up at Teo, who seemed to read my thoughts immediately.
“You ready to call it a night, Mrs. Donatelli?” he asked quietly, his hand warm against my back.
I nodded, grateful he understood. “More than ready.”
seventeen
Teo
The doors to our suite barely closed before I stripped her down to nothing and hastily tossed her into our bed. With the wedding and all of its obligations now behind us, we could finally focus on more pertinent things. Like enjoying her whimpering, “Oh God,” beneath me. The soft purrs, and her hypnotic mewls, fueled every thrust.
“You talked all that shit about being able to handle a nigga. Look at you,” I growled, gripping the soft flesh of her hips and pulling her closer to me. “Can’t even take alil'dick,” I teased, leaning down and capturing her lips, not even giving her the chance to respond. Her moans were the only answer I needed, combined with the light scratches at my back. She wrapped her legs tight around me, urging me on. Every intrusion into her wetness damn near drowned me.
I still couldn’t believe she was mine. After all these years of lying low, letting her do her own thing it felt surreal to finally have her in my arms. Her surrender was more than just physical;it was an emotional connection that I had longed for. And now when she looked at me... it was like I was everything.
“It’s all good.” I pulled my lips from hers, breathing in the seductive way she whispered my name between gasps. “You’re fuckin’ insatiable. You know that?”
“Mmm hmm. And you’re ruining me,” she whispered. "And I don’t even care. I’m yours anyway.”
A low rumble flew from the deepest pits of my belly and for just a moment, my control slipped as my pelvis met hers. “You’regahdamnright it’s mine. Every moan, every scream, every fuckin’ breath you take when I’m inside you? That’s all me.”
Our sweat-soaked skin slid together in a rhythm that felt both primal and intimate. The grip her pussy had on my dick was practically strangling me. I’d never busted my load prematurely, but her sticky walls were doing a number on me, caressing every fucking groove, while her excitement saturated every inch of my swollen head. Her lips were too damn tempting, so I took them, covering them slow at first, savoring, until it turned frenzied...and raw.
“God, you feel good,” she mewled, scratching at my bare skin.
