My face burns with embarrassmentandthe beginnings of arousal. My nipples tighten and my sex clenches as the images I’ve been trying to repress all morning come flooding back, a barrage of my sexual fantasies.
The sight of Tristano’s swollen cock right before he thrusts into my body.
The way he fucks me without remorse.
His face contorted in ecstasy.
My sex dampens and I shift in my seat, trying to alleviate the ache between my thighs, but to no avail. Tristano’s silver eyes sparkle with amusement, as well as lust, when I do. In return, I shoot him a glare and pick up my fork, eager to be done with this meal. When I viciously stab the herbed potatoes on my plate the side of his mouth lifts in a half-smile.
“Have you decided which day to get married?” Tristano asks, his gaze on Rafael and Carina. “Now that we’re all together I see no reason for you to delay the wedding any longer.”
The couple in question share a look and then my sister clears her throat. “I need some time to have Violetta and Emilia fitted for bridesmaids gowns. The ceremony will only consist of those in this room, but I’d still like for it to be planned to my specifications.”
Rafael rolls his eyes. “Sounds like we’re going to be waiting for a while. I could have Father Aldo here within the hour and then it’d be taken care of. That way we could move on to the consummation of the marriage, which is the part I’m really looking forward to.”
Carina’s cheeks turn rosy and she slaps his arm. “What did I tell you about saying sexual things in front of your family?”
“To say them loud and proud?” he asks with feigned confusion. “Oh no, that’s for when we’re in bed. My apologies,viziata.”
My sister groans and when our gazes meet she shakes her head with a sigh. I nod in sympathy, doing my best to convey how much I understand her frustration. If the Silvestri brothers are passionate in all things and in all ways, then this is just par for the course.
But that doesn’t make it any easier on the women.
Emilia tilts her head, a thoughtful gleam entering the green of her eyes and making them shine. “Fact: speaking dirty things heightens arousal, making it more likely that ejaculation and orgasm will be reached during coitus, which is necessary for reproduction.” She looks to Tristano with a crease between her brows. “This is what you’ve been striving towards, correct?”
“Creating a legacy, yes,” he says with a puzzled expression.
Rafael slams his hands on the table and roars with laughter. “Exactly! The ‘legacy-making’ part is all Tristano’s idea and I’m just doing my part to continue the family bloodline.”
Maximus exhales and then gets to his feet. After placing a kiss on Emilia's temple, he walks over to the side bar, pours himself a drink, and then returns to his seat. If I was brave enough I would’ve asked for a glass. It’s obvious by his behavior that this type of conversation is nothing unusual, no matter how outlandish. I grab my newly filled wine glass, earning a raised brow from Tristano, and then proceed to down it.
I can’t wait for it to be noon to have a drink, let alone 5 p.m., so mimosas it is.
The warmth in my belly spreads and my body relaxes, as much as it can with Tristano next to me. His presence always has me wrapped tightly, coiled and ready to spring. That applies to both wanting to run and wanting to come.
Thankfully, Rafael jumps to another topic, one less sexual and more appropriate for dining conversation. I finally take a bite of my food and chew happily while watching everyone else. Rafael is vastly entertaining, Maximus is closed-off but still engaging, and Emilia watches everyone with a studious expression while my sister grins. Seeing her happy is all I’ve ever wanted.
I’m still on the path of discovering myself and the things I want, but at least I can do it without feeling selfish because I don’t have to worry about Carina anymore. Although I’ll always make sure she’s doing well. I never want to be a burden to her, especially not when she has a wonderful future ahead of her. My sister having that will free me to concentrate on my life.
“And then there’s Violetta’s birthday to plan as well.”
I zip my gaze to my sister at the sound of my name. “What?”
She smiles at me. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”
“But…”
I stupidly glance at Tristano before I’ve had a chance to think better of it. His expression remains impassive, but there’s a glint in his gaze that has my heart racing. We’re both remembering the events of my actual birthday, that much is obvious. I can’t announce that Tristano already put together a celebration for me because it would raise questions.
Questions that I’m not willing to answer.
“Okay,” I finally manage, pasting a smile on my face.
Carina’s face brightens. “Wonderful.”
I busy myself with eating to maintain the appearance of normalcy and all the while various thoughts bounce around in my head. How can I determine what my interests are so I know what jobs to apply for? Do I need to get a master’s degree even though I recently graduated with a bachelor’s four years early? Is my degree null and void because it’s in general studies? How much longer until it’s safe for me to live on my own?
Obtaining the necessary information to answer the last question would require asking about my father and he’s not someone I want to talk about anytime soon. My hatred for him still burns hotly. My sister hinted during our conversation yesterday that the Silvestri men are planning something concerning him, which led me to believe he might not be around in the near future. Good fucking riddance.
