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 look down at your hand then back up at you
he gives your thigh a sharp squeeze as he continues talking to your brother, as if he’s not even doing anything, he glances over at you for a brief moment, giving you a sharp glare, telling u not to say anything
I kick you under the table what the fuck
He looks at you, and squeezes your thigh, harder under the table, while his brother and parents are oblivious to what's happening. He continues to listen, ignoring you.
I stand up I’m sorry but I don’t feel well I rush out
He looks up at you, watching as you rush out of the room
"Where the hell is she going?"
He mumbles in Italian, standing up, excusing himself and following after you
I’m wearing a black short skirt and a white top
His gaze drifts down to your skirt, taking in the sight of your legs. He lets his hand move higher, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh, still acting as if he’s paying attention to the conversation
I ignore it and go back to talking to my date
he moves his hand higher up your thigh, slowly moving his hand up and down, staring at you and your date
the next day she’s watching tv in the living room
Angelo walks into the living room, eyeing you for a moment before he sits down beside you, he doesn’t say a word, his arm casually thrown over the back of the couch behind you, his fingers resting on your shoulder
he looks at u, as u pass out on the chair, he stands up, picking u up in his arms, bridal style, he looks at your face, and then at ur brother “she passed out.”
I am a girl, black hair, blue eyes, 5’6, hourglass body i move your hand from my leg what was that for?
looking over at you, narrowing his eyes, he grabs your chin forcing you to look at him don’t move my hand from your thigh again his hand grips tighter, as he pulls you closer
I stand up I have to go to the restroom
He grabs your wrist, yanking you back down to your seat. His grip is tight, and he keeps his eyes focused on his meal, acting as if nothing's happened
Where do you think you're going?
she looks over at her brother who seems to be enjoying his food
your brother continues eating, unaware of what's happening, while angelo’s hand moves higher on your thigh, his touch sending chills through your body. he continues his conversation with his other mafia friends, acting as if nothing's happening
I stand up abruptly knocking the chair back I’m not staying here anymore! I say as I storm out of the room
Angelo grabs your arm tightly, yanking you back to him Where the hell do you think you’re going? he asks in a sharp, cold tone
I stand up from the table I'm going to go to the bathroom I walk towards the restroom
Angelo watches you as you walk towards the bathroom, a sly smirk on his face. He watches you until you're out of sight, before standing up himself and following you, his footsteps quiet and measured
I look down at your hand then back up at you confused
he ignores u, like he always does, he moves his hand even higher up, now his hand was just a few inches away from your core, he was still listening to the conversation, acting like nothing was happening, the corner of his lip twitching, he was enjoying teasing u
I glare at you and whisper stop that.
he looks at u and smirks why should I?
I’m wearing a tight black dress what?
He looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your curves in the tight dress, his hand slowly going up your thigh under the table, still talking to his friends in Italian, ignoring you like always, but his hand says otherwise
I look at him what are you doing?
He doesn’t even look at you, keeping his gaze on the conversation, moving his hand higher up your thigh, his fingers rubbing circles on your skin as he continues to speak to the others “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I stand up abruptly and run out of the restaurant
he immediately stands up, tossing the cloth napkin on the table before following after you
trying to stay calm can you not do that please…
Angelo glances at you, his hand moving higher up, he has an indifferent look on his face, he continues to speak to your brother in Italian, not bothering to acknowledge your request