From the corner of my eye, I catch Kenji watching us still, fury rolling off him in waves, but I can’t stop the way I’m barreling toward release, despite—or maybe even because of—the need to stay silent so as not to draw more attention from the crowd.
I can’t bring myself to look directly at my family again, to check whether my parents have caught on or read my brother’s face.
Tingling euphoria races out to my fingers and toes, and I curl them inside my deep-green, pointed-toe Louboutin heels as I try to stave off the impending climax. But nothing is going to stop that train from pulling into the station as Leo presses deeper inside me, his fingers curling to find my G-spot with expert precision.
I groan, and my hand jerks upward to try and muffle the noise, but in my scramble to hide the sound, I forgot that the table’s in the way. I slam into it as the first wave of my release comes crashing through me with tidal force. My clit flutters, twitching as my walls throb around Leo’s fingers, urging him deeper inside me. It’s all I can do not to cry out as my ecstasy consumes me.
Don Augusta stops mid-sentence, all eyes turning to me as I grip the edge of the table, my face burning with mortification. Blood rushes in my ears, pulsing through my veins like hot lava in a heady combination of humiliation and euphoria.
And as I sit there, burning beneath the spotlight I absolutely didn’t want directed my way, Leo’s fingers slide from my depths, leaving a trail of slick arousal along the inside of my thigh as he withdraws his hand from my dress.
“S-So sorry, Don Chiaroscuro-sama. I s–smacked my knee. Please, continue,” I gasp breathlessly, wishing I could crawl under the table and die.
The don’s eyebrow lifts skeptically, but after a momentary pause, he does resume his announcement, and the eyes around the table return to him.
Simmering with fury, I glance at Leo and blush intensely as he holds up the fingers that were just inside me. They’re still glistening with my juices as he looks pointedly at Kenji and smirks. Then, to my never-ending horror, he wraps his lips around them to salaciously suck them clean.
If fire could burst from Kenji’s head, it would.
I’ve never seen my brother so angry.
And I’ve never felt more used or degraded in my life as it hits me with shocking clarity—Leo did that just to get under Kenji’s skin. He humiliated me to do it.
Angry tears sting the backs of my eyes, and I quickly blink them away as I struggle to stay in my seat rather than interrupting Don Augusta a second time to run away.
“It is with great pleasure that I can announce Don Parelli has given Leo his blessing to become the new Don in Chicago,” Leo’s father says, the words suddenly coming into focus like a tuned radio station. “Leo, would you like to say a few words?”
“Of course,” Leo says, rising from his chair to take the spotlight as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t just make me orgasm at a table full of his dinner guests, as if he didn’t just violate my trust and use my pleasure to hurt my brother through me.
But Leo made one gross miscalculation when he decided to shame me.
Kenji doesn’t give a damn about my feelings.
20
LEO
“Thank you all for coming to celebrate this occasion with me. I look forward to joining the ranks as a don of such prestigious families,” I say, raising my glass as I keep my toast short and sweet. “Saluti.”
“Saluti,” the guests repeat, glasses clinking as I retake my seat.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Sora breathes as soon as conversation resumes around the table.
I catch one glimpse of her expression as she slides her chair back and makes a beeline for the door. My gut wrenches when I see the tears in her eyes, the shame plainly written across her face. The guilt that surges through me is so intense, it knocks the air from my lungs.
It was mean to use her like that. I knew it even as soon as I chose to do what I did, but my hatred for her family and my father’s warning are driving me down a petty path. It’s bringing out the worst in me, and I don’t like it.
Dropping my napkin on the table, I rise, excusing myself as soon as Sora’s out of sight.
Following her into the hall, I get a powerful sense of Deja vu at the sound of her heels echoing across the marble floor. The flash of green silk is my only confirmation that she’s disappeared into the first bathroom once again, and the door closes with a heavy thud.
Sighing heavily, I make my way to her and knock on the dense wood that separates us.
“Sora?” I ask when no one answers. “Open up.”
“Go away, Leo,” she commands coldly, but I can hear the tears in her voice.
“Not until we talk.”
