Chapter 44: I Don't Beg

Chapter 44: I Don't Beg

Abigail

I spent the day in Luciano's house and right now we were on our way to his brother's house. They were supposed to discuss something about their warehouse or something, I didn't really pay attention. He was driving this time as well, although there were four other cars behind and in front of us. I didn't think about it anymore, I was used to the constant presence of security.

I was wearing a blue dress, he wanted me to, he had bought it for me. When we arrived, he opened the door for me and snaked one arm around my waist as we walked in. Ambrose will be serving us dinner as well and we will be here for a while apparently. When we came into the dining room, it was already filled with people sitting down and it looked like he wanted to make an entrance.

Pretty much, everyone he worked with or worked for him knew who I was by now. He had introduced me at the dinner last time and we were now official. It made me happy that he made sure people knew I was his just as he was mine.

“Luciano, Abigail. Have a seat.” Ambrose said as we approached the dinner.

I sat down next to him even though he tried to pull me over to sit on his lap. They began talking in foreign language, everyone was quiet while he spoke and people chiming in once in a while to discuss something. Other times Ambrose held this discussion. He had a possessive hold on my exposed thigh and I was slowly feeling my panties getting wetter. How does he always make me aroused? And now was very much not a good time to feel horny with his men surrounding us.

When his finger came closer to my center, I couldn't hold back the shiver that ran down my spine and he glanced at me and then turned back to his brother who was speaking. A tiny smirk on his lips, he was so proud. But guess what? Two people can play at this. I made sure all eyes were on his brother and someone else who was speaking before making a move. I secretly took a hold of his thigh, he was sitting with his legs parted, giving me the perfect opportunity to touch him. His head snapped to mine and he gave me a warning look and then turned back to his brother. His grip on my leg tightened when my fingers danced across the outside of his crotch.

I studied his reaction intently, feeling him getting harder the more pressure I added. I was now palming his dick outside the fabric and I heard a quiet growl erupt from his chest and a pair of eyes glance towards us before looking away again in fear of getting caught. He stiffened when I squeezed his dick and he quickly grabbed my wrist, making me gasp in surprise by his sudden move. He looked at me when he spoke quietly.

“I will not hesitate to fúck you right here so don't tempt me.” He whispered and I swallowed hard, moving my head to watch other men.

Gosh, he was right. I don't think I would want these men to watch when he fuck me so I retreated my hand with a huff.

“Good girl,” he smirked and then looked away.

I felt my panties dampen even more and had to clenched my thighs together to get rid of the craving but of course, it had the opposite effect. I watched his hands play with the cup in his hold, his ring making a clicking sound every time they came in contact with it and I watched his lips move as he spoke, his deep voice making my knees weaken. Was I lucky to have a man like that? I hadn't realized that my hand had started grazing over my pussy by itself and I inhaled sharply when a small wave of pleasure shot through my body. My eyes landed on the table in front of me but I felt his stare on the side of my head. He must have noticed my hand between my legs because he grabbed my wrist aggressively. My head snapped to him.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He gritted in a hushed tone.

“Nothing,” I whispered back, my eyes glancing at the people around us but no one was looking at us yet and he chuckled darkly.

“Beg me not to take you in front of these people, sugar plum. Do it, beg me.” His tone was firm yet it gave me a chill of pleasure.

The corner of my lip turned up in a tiny smirk and I leaned back in my seat, gazing up at him with a daring look.

“I don't beg.” He chuckled humorlessly.

“Young girl, you always beg.” he smirked and a smug expression on his face.

My thighs clenched together at this dark voice. I hated how right he was, but seriously who can blame me? I didn't answer, only rolled my eyes at him. I saw his jaw clenched from the corner of my eyes and thought that he would do something but he turned his face forward, taking part in the discussion again. Although when I lowered my eyes to the glass of scotch he was holding, l was surprised it didn't break by the pressure.

The night went by slowly and I was getting bored, my only source of entertainment was playing with the ring in his fingers, they looked hot together with the tattoos on his hand. And when that got boring as well, I started touching him under the table again, it was so hot watching him get all irritated and hard for me but he was quick to stop me. Every time, he didn't let me drink either, only alcohol free drinks. What's the fun in that? After drinking about ten soft drinks, I had an extreme need to use the bathroom.

I excused myself and found the way to the bathroom and did my business. I got butterflies when I washed my hands, it was the same sink that he had bent over over and fucked me in front of Agnes. I had never done anything like that, fucked while someone watched but I saw the way she looked at him and only l had the right to look at him like that. When I walked out of the bathroom, I decided to take a little tour around the house rather than going back and be bored out my ass for another hour.

I walked slowly through the halls, taking my time to appreciate Ambrose's house. It was beautiful, antique-looking just like Luciano's, however, Luciano's mansion was much bigger. How he could have lived there alone, l would never understand. When I walked further, I noticed a window wall that gave a view of the garden and it was beautiful, lights lighting it up in the dark.

I went for the door and it slid open on the first try, I walked out on the stone terrace. It was high with two big stone stairs on each side, leading down to the garden. I walked to lean my front on the railing, looking out. It was quiet but I could still hear the muffle voices and laughs from the men inside.