Little Bambina

Thirty-eight

Allison

"Having dinner without me, principessa?" He smirks then kisses me passionately and I moan into the kiss. It's been a long time coming. The kiss makes me momentarily forget that I am upset at him for being away for so many days and missing my birthday.

"I missed you, papi." I pout looking into his eyes.

Luca holds out my chair so I take a seat and I do. He sits right after and a waiter brings an extra wine glass for him.

"Amore?" He looks at me longingly. "I'm sorry for I have been so busy. I will make it up to you." He takes my left hand and kisses the back of it. I snatch my hand away.

"I'm upset with you, Luca. You missed my birthday! You didn't even bother to call or send a text. You are so in the doghouse." I whisper the last part.

"Doghouse? I didn't forget about your birthday. I got all your voicemails when I returned. I didn't have cell service where I was. I'm sorry, bambina."

"Where were you?" I ask annoyed.

Luca sighs.

"I was in Italy, amore, conducting business. The details are dangerous and useless to you, so I won't tell you."

I take a sip of my wine giving him the side eye.

"This business better not be another woman." I mumble and Luca chuckles. I suck my teeth and roll my eyes. I didn't say anything funny.

"Don't disrespect yourself like that, amore. When we get home, I will show you that you're the only woman in my life and make you eat the words you just said."

"I'm sorry, I just get worked up sometimes." I look down embarrassed.

Luca lifts my head up with his hand below my chin.

"What we have is special. No other woman exists in my eyes except you. You're my everything. Ever since I saw you, I decided right then and there that I will love you and do anything to make you happy. Everything I do is for you. I'm working hard for you. I'm building my empire for you. I want you to never need for anything, bambina." He caresses my face lovingly throughout his declaration.

Why are my eyes teary? What is this? I'm supposed to remain mad at him.

I'm speechless though. I just want him to take me home and do whatever he wants to me.

"Am I still in the doghouse?"

"Yeah."

I take a piece of meat with my fork and feed him. It's going to be a nice dinner, I hope.

We're at the back of the car being driven back home by Luca's newly hired chauffer. We're seated close to each other with Luca's hand on my thigh drawing circles as he speaks in Italian over the phone. He sounds angry but his voice is calm. He glances my way and licks his bottom lip then bites it as he grabs my thigh tighter. I close my legs and place my hand over his feeling the cold, thick silver rings that adorned his long fingers. On his thumb, index and ring fingers. I've never seen him wear rings, it makes him look so sexy. I hold on tight onto his hand imagining his fingers deep within my pussy fucking me to oblivion.

The air is thick with tension.

Sexual tension.

My breathing is shallow and my nether region moist.

I won't make the first move.

I'm still upset and Luca has a lot of making up to do.

Luca gets out of the car and opens the door on my side for me to get out. He carries me bridal style making me yelp at the unexpected action.