Chapter 6: Always So Sensitive

Chapter 6: Always So Sensitive

Abigail

“How have you been, Abigail?” He asked, his eyes dropped to my cleavage in the same manner as the first night we met. I let him look, only because I like how he smirked.

“l am fine and now if you will excuse me.” I tried to end our conversation, feeling myself already melting under his gaze.

This is my house for fucking sake and not some hotel. My parents might walk in at any moment. I tried to walk past him, but he took the opportunity to softly grab me and push me up against the wall. My eyes widened as he lifted both his hands to cage me in and he was close enough for me to feel his minty breath on my face. He titled his head slightly to the side, a frown on his face, yet his lips turned up into a smirk.

“You are behaving as if I didn't fuck you for three hours straight.” He said with a small humorless chuckle and I looked to meet his gaze.

“Even now, the way you are looking at me. I know what your face looks like when you want someone and I am afraid to say, you want me right now.” He said and I glared at him.

His accuracy was baffling but I suppose that he knew exactly how my face looked when I wanted someone. He would be an expert in that department.

“Do you know how I felt when I woke up the next morning and realized I had no way of contacting you?” He asked, looking towards the hallway before meeting my eyes once again.

After our night, I had crawled out of his arms and left before he woke up. I still regret it but he didn't need to know that.

“You left before I could ask.” He said without breaking eye contact. He was looking at me intensely and I had to try really fucking hard not to let the effects he had on me show.

“Luciano….” I murmured, he was invading me with his company.

“Abigail,” he said and I hated how good my name rolled out of his mouth once again.

I needed to get away from him before he found out how soaked I was already but the way he was looking at me, I don't think he was ready to let me go. I don't even know why he is in my house and I don't want to embarrass my parents by being late to dinner. So I pushed him hard and tried to free myself from his grip but I couldn't make it far before I was slamming into the walls again.

“Where is your manners, Abigail?” My brows knitted together at his question.

“I…I am sorry?” I mentally cringe at my stuttering.

“Have your parents not taught you how to address guests?” His voice was deep, sending vibration through me as his chest was very close to mine again.

“I am sorry, sir.” I mumbled.

Of course, my parents had told me how behave towards guests but he wasn't a guest, he was the man that had fucked the sense out of me five months ago. My parents were very clear with that sort of stuff as my father had a reputation to withstand and the last thing I wanted to do was to get yelled at tonight for having a dirty tongue.

“Perhaps, I should let them know how their little daughter was screaming my name while riding my dick?” He raised his brow, urging me to respond.

I shook my head, not finding enough air to allow me to form words and I felt myself grow hotter by how close he was and how hot he was looking tonight. When I dropped my gaze to his chest, he was quick to lift my chin up with his fingers.

“Words,” he demanded in a firm tone and I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs already.

“No, please,” I murmured, he hummed and for a second, his eyes darted ro my lips then met my eyes again.

“Good girl,” he said in a low tone.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I was dripping for one of my father's business partners. This is he shouldn't be affecting me like this, it was supposed to be a one night stand thing. I can't be feeling like this towards him, he is much older than me and what makes it even worse is that he is a guest in my house. I should get a grip of myself before it becomes too late but he was allowing me to do that. He seemed to notice my tense body as he smirked. He leaned a little closer and my breathing hitched in my throat. I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes and if I had stooped up on my toes, I could have met his lips.

“You still love to be praised.” He whispered, my lips parted in an attempt to utter a word but the feeling of his hand on my waist caused me to gasp instead.

“Always so sensitive.” he muttered more to himself than to me.

He grinned before pulling back and dropped his arms to rest in the pockets of his trouser, I took the chance to sneak past him to get to the stair. I exhaled when I succeeded in doing so and tried to calm down my heartbeat as I could hear it drumming in my arms.

After some time, Luciano came down and we all gathered around the dinner table. My parents on one side and me beside Luciano on the other side. He was sitting much closer than I felt was approved by my parents but they didn't seem to notice. They were too busy laughing and talking with him about god knows what. I couldn't concentrate on the word they said as I was too busy thinking about him, how his touch felt once again.

We were in the middle of dinner and it was now dark and all of a sudden, I felt a hand on my thigh. The surprising touch made me jump and my mother gave me a confusing look. I gave her a soft smile to reassure her that I was okay. She then averted her attention to the conversation the three of them shared. I glanced over at Luciano and a smirk was coated on his lips. We were sitting so close that his hand wasn't noticeable to anyone but us.

His hand started to slowly go higher and I tried to nudge him off by moving my legs away but his grip only tightened, making me inhale sharply. I tried to behave as if nothing was going on and continued eating and him too, eating with one hand. My parents were both unaware of what was going on, I didn't dare say anything either which I wasn't sure was because I didn't want him to get mad or because I couldn't help but want his touch so badly. It was gentle and rough at the same time and it was something magical about the way he stroked my bare thigh.

When he got so high that he could feel my wet panties, I looked at him and this time he was already staring at me with a small smile on his face. I looked over at my parents to see if they saw our sudden exchange of looks but they were too busy talking about a working trip. He slightly leaned in and whispered into my ear so quietly that it had my whole body shivering.

“I can only imagine how easily my dick would slide right inside your wet and tight little pussy once again.”

Oh my goodness, what would this dinner turn into.