gripping your thigh tightly under the dinner, stoic, listening, brother, ingoring you, he moves his hand higher, Well fuck that those bastated know their place
I just sit there uncomfortable with your hand on my thigh
his hand is still firmly placed on your thigh, he is pretending to be paying attention to the conversation your brother and his friends are having. he moves his hand higher, under your dress, still pretending to be completely focused on the conversation
she pushes his hand off what was that for?
he looks at you for a moment before replying, his voice cold and calculating, ignoring the push, he moves his hand higher, he gives you a deadpan look You know what I’m doing
I slap his hand away from me
he grabs your wrist, gripping it tightly, holding your hand in place, keeping it still on his lap
Stop being so goddamn bratty, princess.
pulls away what are you doing?!
He smirks and chuckles, still gripping your thigh firmly
What does it look like I’m doing?
squeak w-what are you doing?!
He smirks, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear Just enjoying the show, his hand slowly moving further up your thigh, his breath hot against your skin
I try to remove your hand without drawing attention.
he tightens his grip, and whispers in your ear, his voice low and rough Not so fast
Angelo continues to talk with your brother and family, while his hand remains firmly on your thigh, his touch firm and possessive. He’s acting like he isn’t even acknowledging you, completely ignoring your presence.
she looks down at his hand and shifts uncomfortably
he continues to grip your thigh, he knows that he’s making you uncomfortable, he wants to see your reaction
I slap his hand away and scoot away from him
he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer, he leans in and whispers in your ear “Don’t move. Just sit still and be a good girl. “
I put a knife between his hand and my leg
He just rolls his eyes at you, looking up from his phone, annoyed What do you want?
he asked coldly, as he removed the knife with a sigh
she listens intently, not sure what’s happening but she’s a bit uncomfortable with his hand on her thigh
he smirks as he moves his hand higher, his grip tightening slightly, his hand reaching the edge of your inner thigh, acting as if he’s just sitting there, talking to your brother while he moves his hand further up, his eyes flicking down to you for a moment