Page 112 of Lovely Venom

I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and grab the red dress from the rack.

“You can’t be serious.” She turns to glare at me. “You’re just going to leave me hanging?”

“What part was unclear?” I unzip the dress and pull it over her head.

She adjusts the bodice and smooths the material over her hips. “Where are we even going?”

“You’ll see.”

I sweep her hair over her shoulder and zip her up, then turn her to face the mirror.

“Non esiste donna che possa eguagliarti.” I settle a possessive hand over her throat as I take her in.

This dress has had a feature role in my most depraved thoughts since I first saw her in it. It’s strapless with a low cut that bares her shoulders and the smooth skin along her back. The material has a silky sheen that gives it an almost liquid appearance, and it wraps around every curve on her body so perfectly, there’s not a chance anyone will miss her.

I’ve already imagined a thousand different ways I’d fuck her in it, but it serves a more significant purpose tonight.

“You know I don’t speak Italian,” she says.

“Then I guess you’ll have to learn.” I tip her head back, and my gaze drops to her lips.

Her heart beats a little faster as we linger in that moment, and she waits to see what I’ll do. I want to taste her, but I won’t take it from her until she gives it freely.

Reluctantly, I release her and step back, and we both take a breath.

“I just need a few minutes to touch up my makeup,” she tells me.

I nod, giving her some space while I wait in the living room.

When she reappears a few minutes later, she’s wearing lipstick that matches her dress and gold heels that wrap around her ankles.

I’m appreciating the view until she drops to her knees in front of me, holding my gaze as she unbuckles my belt and opens my trousers.

“What are you doing, gattina?” I ask as she strokes the length of my cock through my briefs.

“Since you like delayed gratification so much—” She peels down the fabric and wraps her fingers around me. “It only seems fair that you get to experience it too.”

She darts her tongue out, teasing the head of my cock before she milks the precum from the tip. Watching her lap it up will live rent-free in my head, but I already know that’s where it ends.

To prove her point, she presses a kiss to my shaft, leaving behind a red lipstick print. Then she tucks me back into my briefs and zips me up.

“A souvenir.” She smiles up at me.

“I’m a patient man.” I reach down to graze her jaw with my fingers. “Leave as many souvenirs as you’d like.”

Her face warms beneath my gaze, lips parting as my thumb traces over them. This is the dynamic she lives for. She needs to feel protected and she needs to feel chosen, even though it scares her.

After tonight, she’ll understand she was never just an option.

“Come here, principessa.” I help her to her feet. “There’s one more thing before we go.”

I retrieve the cornicello necklace Nonna gave her and drape it around her neck.

“Are you ever going to tell me what this means?” She touches it as I secure the clasp.

“Eventually.”

“When?”