Idon’t know why I’m provoking him further. I’m not at all shocked he reacted how he did. He’s a neanderthal asshole who grew up in the Mafia, for God’s sake, of course he’d fly off the handle seeing me close to another guy.
But that other guy likes men, so he really needs to reign it the hell in.
I watch as he blinks at me, as if his brain is trying to catch up on everything that’s happened in the last few minutes.
“You shouldn’t curse, angel,” he rasps, and I think he’s finally calming down.
“On your knees,” he orders, and I stare at him, unable to form a response.
“You shouldn’t curse, uccellina. Now get on your knees so I can wash your mouth out with my cum.”
I shouldn’t do it.
I really shouldn’t do it.
I absolutely should not do it.
