The Prodigy | ✔︎

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"Santino," she whispered. I glared into the pools of her copper gaze, watching as her pupils swallowed the color away. Her nipples began to pimple in her dress, and I could just feel the change in her breathing against me.

"What did I tell you? Repeat it for me," I demanded.

"If someone talks to me, walk away. If someone touches me, tell you," she answered.

"What else?"

"Don't move," she said.

I smiled but there was no joy dripping from my lips. Only pure rage. It was so enticing that I was sure she could feel it.

"Right. Now, tell me, did you behave like a good girl?" I challenged.

She couldn't break my stare as she shook her head.

"Say it."

"No, I wasn't a good girl," she breathed. I leaned in closer to her lips, so close that I was almost touching them.

I let my other hand roam down the middle of her back until she shivered against me. I didn't stop until I got to the very ass that Dante was staring at. I gripped as much as I could of one cheek.

"You know what happens to bad girls, don't you?" I challenged.

She shook her head, her lips grazing my own. "What?"

"They get punished." I chuckled darkly. She bit down on her lip, involuntarily pushing her breasts against my chest. "But you like that. I see right through you, Angel. You like it rough. You don't want the damn hero, you want the villain. You want me to use you and make you submit to me. You want to feel powerless under my cock. You want me to bend you over and spank your ass for letting Giovanni touch it and for letting that son of a bitch over there look at it..." I squeezed her so tight that I was sure to leave a mark.

She whimpered, but it wasn't a call for help, it was a call for pleasure.

"How naughty." I smirked, releasing her from my hold. I took a step back from her, noticing the way her shoulders fell.

"Come, Gabriella. We have people you need to be introduced to," I said.

Just as I was about to walk off, my eyes fell on her breasts which were still erect. Her nipple was still poking out, teasing me. It was hard to resist grasping it and letting my tongue slash at its disobedience.

I grabbed the thin fabric of the top and moved it over until her nipple was completely hidden from anyone's view.

I regretted ever buying the dress. It was too provocative.

"Oh," she blushed.

"Oh," I mocked. "Come on."

I placed my hand on her ass before guiding her toward the back of the ball. Before we left, I made sure to steal a glance over where Dante had been only to see he was gone. The thought made me chuckle.

When we arrived at the table, I noticed how everyone turned to look at me. They were probably shocked that I bothered bringing someone. I liked to keep my sexual relationships private, and everyone knew that.

I only hoped that by introducing them to Reyna that it would get someone talking to Viktor. I hadn't gotten any update from Adriano on whether or not someone told Viktor about Reyna's appearance.

"Ah, Saint, your date was the violin prodigy," Tino Morelli, father to Dante Morelli, had stated. He stood up from he sat, his chair groaning in protest. I watched as he dusted off the imaginary dirt from his suit before offering his hand to Reyna.

Reyna looked like she had just seen a ghost. After nudging her, she quickly placed her hand in his.

"I'm Antonio Morelli, but everyone calls me Tino. I must know the name of the beautiful, talented woman that is so brave enough to date a boy like Saint." He chuckled while bringing her hand up to his lips. My jaw instinctively clenched.

"I'm, uh, Gabriella... Martinez," she responded. I glanced over to the seat beside Tino only to see Dante leaning back, drinking his champagne. When his eyes met mine, I could just see the smirk hidden in them. There was a gun in the waistband of my slacks that I would easily pull out and shoot him right between his fucking lips like a whore sucking dick.

"Beautiful. Beautiful," Tino declared.

"Lei è mia," I spoke, allowing knives to slice from my words, a warning to both him and his son.

Tino laughed, lifting his hands up in mock surrender before sitting down. "I apologize. Please, take your seats."

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