I watched myself in the mirror, the hazy lust in my eyes, my heaving chest and rosy cheeks. Then my gaze dropped to Santino抯 half-hidden form梙idden beneath my wedding dress. A bitter smile twisted my mouth. Many years ago, I抎 condemned Santino and the cheating wives for what they did, and today I let Santino eat me out in my wedding dress, only one month before my wedding. Was I really that different?
Maybe he hadn抰 cared if I had other men before our wedding but I doubted he抎 be happy to find out I抎 fucked another man in the panties and dress I抎 chosen for our wedding. I shoved the thought aside. I didn抰 want to think about it now.
Santino graced my clit with his teeth, making me gasp. 揇on抰 tell me you抮e thinking about Cliffy while I lick your pussy.?
Not in the way he suggested. I抎 probably imagine Santino for the rest of my life when Clifford and I were intimate.
揇on抰 stop,?I said softly, almost pleadingly.
Santino breathed out before he slipped his tongue along my slit once more. We didn抰 talk anymore and Santino抯 mouth and tongue were almost careful and reverent in their exploration. This felt like a goodbye. Would every sex feel like goodbye now? Every touch soaked in wistfulness?
Santino抯 finger brushed my lower lips apart while his lips cupped my clit gently. Only the tip of his finger teased my opening, slowly circling it. I clung to his head desperately, but never took my eyes off my reflection.
揝antino,?I whispered. He answered my breathy plea with a deep thrust of his finger and soon established a slow, steady rhythm that matched his lips around my clit.
揚lease,?I whispered. I抎 never begged for an orgasm, and this felt like I was asking for much more.
Santino slipped a second finger into me at the same time as he sucked my clit hard.
I came with a small shudder, my hips rocking slightly.
揟his wasn抰 the firework I抎 planned,?Santino said as he pulled out from under my dress. His hair was disheveled, his lips shiny and face red from lack of oxygen.
Santino stood then leaned down to press a kiss to my lips, allowing me to taste myself. I began to sink down to give back but Santino抯 hands on my arms stopped me.
My brows pulled together.
揑抣l make a mess of your dress, and I think we should stop now. Fuck, you抮e almost married and in this dress, you might as well already be.?
揑抦 not married yet, Santino. Clifford and I always had an agreement that everything that happened before we married wasn抰 cheating. He had plenty of girls, so he definitely can抰 be angry at me for being with you.?
Santino shook his head, his dark eyes fixing me. 揑 could never share you if you抎 been promised to me. I抎 burn up with jealousy. I抎 have to kill every man who touched you.?
揃ut in four weeks, you抣l share me with Clifford.?I wasn抰 sure why I said it. I抎 never meant to become a cheater, and I didn抰 think I had it in me. Maybe if Clifford agreed on an open relationship where we both had other partners, but cheating?
Santino shook his head again. 揘o, I won抰。？
揘o??
揟his will stop once you抮e married, Anna. Maybe even before then if I can stop wanting you more than air. I can抰 fucking do this anymore. You want Clifford. That抯 fine. You try to do what抯 best for your family, and I抣l do what抯 best for me. Clifford has his own bodyguards and your father agreed to pick someone else for your additional protection.?
揧ou won抰 be my bodyguard anymore??Cold settled in my bones and a panic I couldn抰 explain. Somehow I抎 hoped he抎 keep guarding me because he抎 given up his job as Enforcer for me. I抎 been naive and maybe tried to protect my heart from the harsh reality of our future.
揘o.?
The word echoed between us. Santino stared into my eyes, and I could feel his determination but also a deep ache I only knew too well.
I nodded and touched his shoulders. We looked at each other. 揧ou抮e right. Maybe we should stop now.?
揥e should.?Santino took a step back and my chest constricted so tightly, I was worried I抎 faint.
I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. 揑 need to get ready now.?
Santino nodded, his expression becoming the one I remembered from the past. A little condescending and hard. 揇on抰 forget to give your panties a good wash before the wedding.?
I reacted in turn. 揑抦 sure Clifford won抰 mind if I don抰 wear any underwear.?
Santino turned and left.
The door fell shut behind him. I grabbed the mirror frame, needing to steady myself. I felt like a hole had opened up in front of me and wanted to suck me in. I had half a mind to let it.
An invisible barrier had built between Santino and me since our conversation in the bridal store a week ago. We hadn抰 slept together again. We抎 kept the distance we抎 agreed on but so far I didn抰 long any less for him. A week was too little time to forget what we抎 had. I focused on my annoyance toward him.