Page 35 of In Ruins
Our drinks come, and even though I’m not a drinker, I gulp down the champagne he ordered for me. I figure the only way to get through the night with this dickhead is to get a little drunk. I’m on glass number two when Salvatore gets a call, and I’m glad for the reprieve. I don’t have to listen to him bore me to death for the next however long his call takes.
I use the time to look around the restaurant. I’m perusing the tables when a moment later, my eyes collide with Enzo’s. He is sitting a few tables away from ours, with another woman. I instantly feel a slight pain in my chest, and I quickly look away from him.
I shouldn’t be feeling any hurt, since it’s not like we have anything serious going on. I have to keep reminding myself that I’m getting married soon. I mean, the guy hasn’t even called me once in the two weeks since we last slept together, so why am I feeling so hollow right now? I drain the rest of my glass,suddenly feeling a headache coming on. Salvatore is still on the phone, so I grab his attention.
“I’m heading to the ladies’ room,” I murmur, and he nods his head in acknowledgment.
I get up and head for the bathroom. I actually do need to pee after all the champagne, so I do my business and then step out of the stall. As I wash my hands, my mind is still on Enzo and the fact that he’s here with another woman. My head clouds with jealousy, and it consumes me at this point. Why did I have to like him, even a little, when I’m not supposed to?
I grab onto the edge of the sink, with my head down, and focus on getting myself under control. I’m out of my depth here, since I’ve never felt like this before. Jealousy is a new feeling, and I don’t know what to do with that. I’ve never had my heart feel like it’s breaking over a guy before, either. Is this what it’s like? You just want to scream, rage, and possibly break lots of things.
The bathroom door opens behind me, and I scrunch up the tissue in my hand and lift my head, intending to throw it away, but my eyes meet his in the mirror. He’s standing with his back against the door, and I let out a gasp when I see him reach behind to flick the lock.
“Hi, baby,” he says with a smirk as I continue to stare at him through the mirror.
Holy shit! He looks hot! I didn’t get the full effect while he was sitting at his table, but now that he’s closer, well… I’m getting it all.And I kind of want to slap him in the face.
He’s wearing a white button-down shirt with the first two buttons undone, revealing a peek of the tattoos on his chest and up his neck. He has his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, along with black slacks that look tailored to fit him. He’s nothing but lethal perfection as he stands there and stares at me.
I don’t want to admit that he’s making my body tingle with arousal by just standing there, doing nothing. I can feel his powerful presence around me, see the darkness in him, and the lust lurking in his eyes. There’s a pull between us, the chemistry so potent and undeniable.
“Don’t call me that!” I snap at him.
“Why not, baby?”
“Because I’m not your fucking baby! You are literally here with another woman. What are you doing in here, anyway?”
“Yeah, you are my baby. Or do you prefer my hot little cum slut? And you’re here with another man. I came to see you, obviously.”
“I wouldn’t be here with him if I had a choice,” I huff out. “Why are you here to see me in the women’s bathroom?”
“I’m pretty sure you can guess why I’m here, babe.”
“You need to pee, and the men’s bathroom is full?” I ask, and he throws his head back and laughs. Dear God! Even his fucking laugh is nice.
“No. I’m here right now because my cock is hard as a rock from seeing you, and he needs inside that tight little hole you have between those sexy, long legs of yours,” he says with a smirk and a groan slips out. I spin around and, without meaning to, my eyes land directly on his crotch area. He’s not lying. His cock is big and hard through his pants, and I discreetly try to squeeze my legs together. I know he noticed when he gives me a devilish grin just before he pushes away from the door and walks over to me.
“Stop. We can’t. We’re both here with other people, so you should go back to your date,” I mutter.
“Aw, are you jealous, baby?” he asks once he’s right in front of me. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him, and I let out a gasp as our pelvises collide. My arms land on his chest as I intend to push him away, but when I look up at him,there’s a fire in his eyes. One that seems to match the fire that’s starting between my legs.
“I’m not fucking jealous of you and your flavor of the night!” I snap at him. His answer is to slam his lips down on mine.
Fuck! The kiss is hot and heavy, passionate, and it instantly starts to burn me up inside, making me so needy for him.
“You sound bitter, baby,” he says when he pulls his lips away from mine. He spins me around before I can say a word and pushes me down so that I’m bent in half. “This is going to be hard and fast, my little slut. I’m going to pound this hot little cunt until you squeeze all the seed out of my balls for me, because where do they belong?”
“I… uh…” I try to answer, but he’s pushed my panties to the side, and he has a finger inside me, lazily stroking and driving me so crazy I can’t even think straight to answer him.
“Answer me, babe. Where does my seed belong?”
“We should be using a condom,” I mutter.
“I’ll get you the morning-after pill. But you didn’t answer my question. Where does my seed belong?” He strums my clit, and dear God, I can’t think straight with the pleasure currently rolling through my body.
“Inside me. Your seed belongs inside my pussy!” I gasp.
“That’s right, my hot little cumslut. It all belongs inside your tight cunt,” he growls.
