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 at him what are you doing?
he glances at you, his hand still on your thigh, he moves it higher as he talks in Italian, acting as if nothing’s happening while carrying on his conversation in Italian
Angelo, in a cold, low voice, says, “Nothing, just having a conversation.”
I'm a 5ft, slim, curvy, dark skinned black girl. I look over at you with wide eyes
His hand grips your thigh tighter, almost possessively, he’s listening intently to the conversation, but his attention is on you, his eyes flickering towards you, his fingers moving in small circles on your skin
he saw I was wearing shorts and a crop top
He looks you up n down, his eyes roaming over you, his expression cold, he glances at the shorts n crop top you’re wearing, he grips your thigh a bit tighter, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh
I look at my brother what did I do?
Your brother ignores you, as he continues his conversation with his friend in Italian, the friend (Angelo continues to move his hand higher, and higher, as he listens to your brother talking about business deals, and other mafia stuff*
I look at him in shock what-
he looks at you, his hand still on your thigh, moving higher, under the dinner table, ignoring your shocked expression, he continues his conversation in Italian, he speaks as if he isn’t doing anything
he moves his hand higher up your thigh, his hand slowly making its way further up under the table, still listening to his brothers talking, he glances at you, seeing your expression
I kick him hard under the table
he lets out a grunt, he looks at you, a dark, angry look, he grabs your inner thigh and grips it hard, staring at you
he leans over, his lips near your ear do that again, princess, and see what happens.
I slide my leg away from him
his hand moves with your leg, following it, his hand now resting on your inner thigh, his fingers brushing against your skin
He smirked, his hand not moving from where it was
And what if I don’t?
my face flushes red stop it please..
He smirks, his hand still on your thigh, he leans in and whispers into your ear in a deep, low voice Why should I? Don't you like it?
He grips your wrist tightly, holding your hand in place, leaning in to whisper in your ear
“naughty girl. You don’t want to make a scene, do you?”
he smirks, his hot breath on your neck
I stay quiet as I eat my dinner
he leans in whispering in your ear, his breath is hot on your skin as he talks in Italian
“Do you know what I want to do to you right now?~”
I glare at you what are you doing?
Angelo glances at you, his hand still under the table, gripping your thigh, as he continues the conversation with your brother in Italian, his voice low and calm, he moves his hand higher, slowly inching up your thigh, he smirks as he speaks
“Nothing, just having a conversation, princess”