Page 135 of Forsaking All Others

Madonna santa, that made my heart break.

“Never?” I pressed.

He shook his head. “I’d be surprised if even Dario has been. Carla would say only common people sit in a theater that smells like must with average citizens.”

I laughed, because it did sound like my snobby mother-in-law.

“Okay, well, I think you’ll love it. We’ll get one of everything so you can see what you like,” I declared before ordering a large popcorn, two sodas, and every bulk candy option on display.

What we didn’t eat, I’d send a few rows back to where Stefan and Luigi sat keeping constant vigil over us.

It was a Sunday night, and the Music Box was playing a campy old Italian film by Pupi Avati called The House with the Laughing Windows, so we were alone in the theater save for one young couple in the front row. I ushered us into the middle of a central row and arranged our armfuls of goodies in the seats beside us before pulling up the armrest so I could nestle into Luca’s side.

“You have to put your arm around me,” I instructed him as I ripped open a bag of M&Ms with my teeth and then offered him some. “It’s mandatory theater etiquette.”

There was humor in Luca’s voice as he said, “Well then,” before sliding his arm across my low back to cup my hip and haul me even tighter into his side.

I hummed with pleasure, propping my head on his pectoral as I popped some candy-coated chocolate into my mouth and the trailers started to roll.

We talked quietly through them, Luca completely uninterested in what was happening on the screen. Instead, he watched me with dark eyes as I fed him treat after treat, searching for the ones that made his nostrils flare and throat hum with satisfaction. He liked the sour candies best, but the tropical Skittles were a close second, if the way he upended the bag into his mouth was any indication.

When I laughed at him, he kissed me, feeding the sweet, artificial taste of mango and guava into my mouth.

I forgot all about the movie before it even started the moment the weight of Luca’s hot, heavy hand landed on my thigh and moved up under my skirt to trace over the top of my lace thong.

“The candies aren’t sweet enough for me,” he growled against my damp, panting mouth as he teased me with light touches over my clit. I opened my thighs as wide as I could in the chair without reservations. “Not when I have the memory of your delicious cunt on my tongue.”

“Cazzo, for a man who doesn’t speak very much, you have the filthiest mouth.”

His grin was feral even pressed against my cheek. I gasped when his fingers slid under the lace of my panties and his entire palm cupped my dampening pussy.

“Maybe I should show you just how filthy I can be,” he practically purred.

The screen went dark as the film started in earnest, and Luca used the cover of shadows to slip to the floor on his knees between my spread thighs. My eyes were wide and wild as I watched him slide both hands up the inside of my legs until they reached the straps of my thong and then, with a vicious grin, he snagged the thin fabric on each side with one sharp tug. I was panting by the time he pulled the wet, ruined lace to his mouth, inhaling deeply with his eyes closed as if the scent of me was a drug he was addicted to.

My breath hitched when his tongue dipped out to touch the wet gusset, his murmur of delight barely discernable over the crescendo of the opening credits.

“Tell me, sweet flame, do you want my tongue on your pussy?” he asked lowly, wrapping the discarded panties around one fist, drawing my attention to the veins in his strong hands, the flex of those thick fingers.

I wanted them inside me now.

Even in the middle of a public movie theater.

“Yes,” I begged softly. “Please, Luca.”

I loved saying his name because it evoked an obvious reaction in him, eyes heavy lidded, mouth soft around a shaking exhale.

He was himself, here with me, kneeling on the floor at his altar.

It was heady enough to make fresh wet sluice between my thighs and drip down to my ass.

“Then be a good girl and stay quiet for me while I eat my favorite treat,” he ordered as he reached up with the broken thong to stuff it between my lips.

I let him, mouth dry with a sudden flare of arousal.

Gagged by my own wet panties.

I never could have known how wildly sexy that would be, but then, that was Luca’s specialty. Pushing my boundaries until I wasn’t certain any remained between us.