Chapter 73: You Underestimate Me
Chapter 73: You Underestimate Me
Camilla
"You weren't upset about the closet, were you?" I asked before I could stop myself.
I remember seeing Gregorio's smirk as he cum in that girl's mouth after knowing I was watching them all while but Domenico never outright acknowledged that I had been there until after the fact. I didn't want him to feel violated and if it was something on his mind that bothered him then I owed him a sincere apology. He stopped cutting the vegetables at my question.
"Did I look upset to you?" He counters, holding my gaze even though I want to look away under pressure.
"No but it was a private moment and even though I knew it was wrong, I still stayed.," He chuckled.
"You do remember that I am one of the owners of a sex club, right?" He asked, bringing heat to my cheeks.
Of course, I am sure public nudity is something Domenico is highly comfortable with at this point.
"I just want to make sure."
"However.." he started, something devilish passing through his eyes.
"The next time you wish to watch me pleasuring myself, feel free to announce your presence. I would enjoy having you as my visual."
My eyes widened by his blunt desire but I didn't have a response to that so instead I shook my head in no.
"Do you need any help?"
I realized the lettuce is being prepared for a salad but whatever he is currently cooking remains a mystery.
"This is the last of it but thank you." He responded as he began to pour what looks like homemade dressing onto the salad.
I thought they had maids and cooks to do all of their work unless Gregorio lied about them changing my dress a few weeks ago.
"Where is everyone?" I asked at the reminder that this is Gregorio and Adriano's house too.
"Oh, they made themselves scarce. That will typically be the case during individual nights and as much as we love each other, there are a lot of things we would prefer to do on our own. Getting to know you better is one of them."
I hummed in agreement, glancing over the counter curiously when he took on a pair of oven mitts before removing a steaming glass dish of lasagna and placing it on the stove. I can honestly say I have never smelt something so good before.
"It has been a while since I have made this but hopefully my culinary skills aren't too rusty."
Ignoring his earlier claim that he didn't need help, I stepped off the stool and rounded the kitchen.
"If the food tastes as good as it smells, I am sure it will be delicious." I said, walking beside him.
He didn't protest when I stole away the now finished salad and he instead moved to slice the bread into multiple strips. Based on the mostly set dining room table, I assumed the two of us would be eating there.
By the time I walked over and placed down the salad, he was right behind me serving two dishes plates along with a third basket.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked with an easy smile, moving his arms behind his body to untie the apron.
"I will have whatever you are having."
I took a seat next to the long table in front of me. The dinner table could easily sit ten people but he intentionally placed our plates across from one another to keep us close. A second later, he returns with two glasses and a bottle of wine.
"How are you feeling about tonight?" He asked as he poured the blue liquor into a glass for me.
Based on his slight change in voice, I know he was not talking about today but rather what will happen tonight. This morning, I will admit I was a little nervous, mostly about the unknown more than anything else. But now that I have spent some time with him, the reminder of why I signed a contract with him came.
I trusted my three men to take care of me and that made my anxiety now entirely replaced by pure lust and excitement. I convey those thoughts in my response to him and he seems pleased as he gently places the wine glass beside my steaming plate of food.
"Good, let's start eating before it gets cold." He winks and while he picks up his cutleries, he waits until I take a bite first before he even eats his food. I could help it to hum at the taste of his cooking.
"Your kitchen skills most certainly aren't rusty." I praise him.
"I am glad you liked it, it was my mother's recipe. She taught me when I was still a boy."
"She taught you well." I said, taking another bite.
"Do you enjoy cooking often then?"
"At least once a day I can. Adriano is also quite good in the kitchen too but Gregorio. He is a bit of a lost cause when it comes to even preparing food." I smiled at that, knowing I am pretty much the same as Gregorio.
"So tell me, darling. What brought you here to this city?"
That was a topic I told myself that I wouldn't bring up again out of fear of pushing people away but I can't help but trust Domenico. I feel like he had just as many demons as myself and won't be scared off by my own.
"I moved here to find a lead in hopes of finding my father." I said, debating on how much I wanted him to know.
I took a long pause to gather my thoughts and he waited patiently for me.
"For a long time I feared he was dead, my father was no saint but my entire life I have watched him anger the worst of people and walk away completely unscathed every time. That is why it was such a big deal when I smelt his cologne in my room, it confirmed that one of my biggest fears was not true. Not yet at least."
I offer a small smile afterwards and am relieved to find that he is indeed not freaked out, he was just curious.
"You two were close?" He asked.
"He was all I had, he was also the reason I knew how to get out of your hold when you grabbed me on that night I witnessed a murder by you guys."
I tease at the memory of precisely driving my elbow into the exact point of those rock hard abs that I knew would cause him to stagger back.
"Ah, yes. How could I forget? You are one of very few people to catch me off guard like that, you know?"
I am not surprised, he looks like a perfectly trained warrior with a mind as sharp as a blade.
"You underestimated me." I said, knowing I likely wouldn't have gotten out of his grip without that factor.
"Never again." He grins, taking a sip of his wine and I did the same.
I ate until my stomach was on the verge of hurting. I couldn't help it, not when every single thing he made was so damn good.
We finished dinner after quite some time, spending the majority of it talking but he said afterwards that the hired help would do things like cleaning the dishes when I offered to do them myself. I guess that answered my question about it there were maids or not.
He takes me out of the dining room, sitting me down on his lap on one of the many outdoor patios this mansion has. Now we just sat in comfortable silence while he fed me multiple spoonfuls of the chocolate pie he had made for dessert. Honestly, I felt spoiled after all of the work he has put into tonight. Even one, he is taking care of me, alternating between feeding himself and me.
It was almost dark now and when the last spoonful of chocolate was given to me, he set down the plate beside us in dismissal. The only sound around us is our steady breath but there is a whole lot of feeling now as well.
His hand traces lazy strokes against my bare stomach and I am reminded of both my denied orgasm from yesterday as well as the effects each touch of his has on my body.
"So responsive for me." He smiles, planting a kiss on my temple.
His hand did not go any lower or higher though, just small, teasing circles.
"Tell me, did you want to watch yourself tonight, darling?" I didn't hesitate when we both knew it was painfully true.
"Yes, sir." I lean into his chest as his hand continues, both working me up and claiming me at the same time.
"And did you?"
"No, sir."
He grins, knowing that despite my claim to her that I could do whatever I wanted to my body, I still followed their infuriating commands.
"That is good because you are slowly realizing who you belong to."
"Sir?" I called as his hand tried to travel lower and my breath hitches.
"Yes?"
"Can I brush my teeth before we start?"
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