In answer, I tapped my knee. Sophia’s eyes widened, her mouth pink and shiny-looking with lip gloss.
“Of course, sir. Your waitress will be over with your water shortly. Enjoy your meal.” He scuttled away, looking like the proverbial kicked puppy.
“Come and sit down, Sophia.” Again, I patted my knee.
“I can sit—"
I cut her off. “Right here. Now.”
Her sigh was heavy, but she moved around the table and perched where I had tapped. Hooking an arm around her waist, I pulled her more firmly onto my lap, forcing her right over my hard cock.
“This isn’t necessary, Matteo. We can be seen together without this show of—"
Flicking her glossy hair over her shoulder, I brushed my lips over her shoulder. “You should have thought about that before you flirtedwith another man in front of me, Sophia. As my woman…” My hand skimmed up her thigh, parting her legs inch by inch.
“I wasn’t flirting.”
It might have been my imagination, but I was sure there was almost a whimper in her voice.
“And I’m not your woman.”
The tops of her thighs trembled.
“Yes, you did, and yes, you are.” Stopping at the very apex of her thighs, my hands squeezed. “So you will sit here, you will eat everything I tell you to. and you will smile and giggle and be my woman. You won’t talk to another man. You won’t even look at them, is that understood?”
Twisting in my arms, she glared at me. “And what if I say no?”
Throwing back my head, I laughed. The tips of my fingers brushed against the hem of her panties over and over again.
She whimpered again, and I knew I had her. She wanted this. Sophia still wanted my hands on her.
Lowering my face to her ear, I nipped at it. “You won’t say no, Sophia, because you want me to make you cum. But you don’t want me to make you scream in front of all of these people, do you?”
Chapter Ten
Sophia
Humiliation. That’s all this was about. I knew it. Matteo knew it. Every single person who stopped by the table to speak to him knew it because they knew who I was. I might have been gone for six years, but these men and women had watched me grow up. They would recognize me.
This whole meal was about humiliation. It wasn’t because Matteo was trying to be nice and wanted to have dinner with me.
It was strange to me that I had thought differently. In all the months we had been together, we had never had a real date. Everything was about sneaking around back then, and a small, desperate part of me, a really stupid part of me, had thought that maybe this could be our first real date.
Right up until he had pulled me onto his lap, and I realized the truth. This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t even dinner. It was a way for him to humiliate not just me, but my entire family.
The whole city knew of the feud between my brother and him, and by doing this, showing off Gio’s sister like a common whore, he was telling every single person we knew that he had won.
This was the situation he had put me in. My brother.
Under the table at my sides, my hands clenched into fists.
“Something the matter, Sophia?” Matteo asked from under me. His fingers were kneading the top of my thighs just below my panties with rhythmic bursts that made my stomach clench and dampness pool in my panties. Not once did he touch anything but my thighs, but he was close. So close, and like a traitor, my body wanted more.
“I’m just tired,” I lied. “It’s been a long day and…”
The tips of Matteo’s fingers brushed against my seam, and I bit back a moan.
“And you want me to…”
