Chapter 3 2. Don't fuck everything

- You know you won't have my body on top of yours anymore either.... fucking you the way you like it.... - Dimitry teased me.

I looked away, a little worried:

- Dimi, keep it down.

- No one is listening. You know this. And what you're seeing are two cousins who adore each other.... And they get on well... Especially in bed.

I shuddered as I felt his hot breath on my ear, remembering everything Dimi was capable of doing to my body.

Dimitry Perrone was the kind of man I'd always been attracted to: boyish, handsome, immature, sarcastic and good in bed. Perfect body, jelly brain. I was in charge!

He was a little taller than me, blond, hair always messy, even when he wore a suit and tried to look serious and responsible, like at that moment. His light eyes were exactly like my uncle Sebastian's. I didn't understand how he could do that. And I didn't understand how I could like him so much and hate his sister so much.

- You were unfair to me, Malu.

- You always knew it would be like this, Dimi.

- Would you have sex with me even though you were engaged to him?

- No. From now on I'm going to be a serious woman. That's why I accepted the engagement Robin proposed.

- He has nothing to do with you.

- Nobody has... Not even you.

- We're in bed and you know it. You've always made it clear that you enjoyed our physical connection.

- And I didn't lie, Dimi. We still can't go through with this. You know our parents would never accept it.

- We're not really related. You know that, don't you?

- Of course I know that. Now explain it to Barbara and Heitor Casanova. Or even to your parents.

- Have you ever thought of having a lover in your spare time? - Again the voice in my ear made my body shiver all over.

- 'I don't want that anymore, Dimi. It's over.

- Do you think that not staying with me while I'm engaged will be as if you never betrayed Robin Hood?

- I don't like it when you call him Robin Hood.

- But you don't mind when Ben calls you that. He's the one who came up with the nickname.

- Ben might... You don't. - I smiled, sipping the rest of the liquid from the goblet, as I watched Robin, Theo and Heitor discussing business.

- I deserve one last fuck... A farewell one.

- We can't keep fucking each other! - I said louder than I would have liked, feeling a bit cornered.

- The point is that I really like to take you... From behind... - He smiled.

I felt my panties getting wet and tried to be firm:

- No...

Dimitry laughed, in that mischievous way I loved so much:

- Your no sounds like a yes.

- My no is no. - I touched his chest, biting my lip seductively, and then stepped away, looking at his cock, sure that I had made it hard.

I walked a few steps and Ben intercepted me, hugging me tightly, almost crushing me with his strong body.

- 'I can't believe my sunshine is getting married. And still so young.

- Relax, Ben. It was just an engagement.

- What are you up to, sunshine? Pretend to yourself that you can marry a man in a suit?

- No... - I tried to defend myself, even though I knew Ben was the kind of person you couldn't hide even your thoughts from, because he would find out.

- 'I'm not going to break up your good girl vibe. I just want you to be happy. You know your light is radiant.... And if you don't put it out, it's fine with me if you stay with Robin Hood.

I nervously began to curl a lock of hair with my fingers. What the fuck did everyone have to do with my life? Who did they think they were anyway? I didn't even have the blood of that family! As much as I loved them, I knew my real family was lost somewhere.

Without meaning to, I spotted Ester talking to Dimitry. My friend's disqualified girl was drop-dead gorgeous, with her 60 kilos very well distributed in her 1.75 meters, of which at least one meter must have been just legs. And about three kilos of breasts.... False, but breasts.

Ester Santini was a brunette, with long black hair, big clear eyes, a big mouth, even if it was bought, always with wine-colored lips. She was one of the faithful consumers of Giordano products, especially make-up.

Although we were friends, we did not usually exchange many confidences. And apart from the nights out and drinking, we didn't have much left to talk about. And I couldn't get it out of my head that Ester always seemed to be interested in the men who crossed my path.

I left Ben talking to himself and walked over to them. I put my arm around Esther's shoulders and said:

- 'Come, I want to introduce you to someone,' I said, 'whatever came into my mind at the time.

- I don't want to meet anyone else. - She looked at Dimitry. - 'I've just officially introduced myself to your cousin.

- 'But you already knew each other,' I said.

- 'Your friend wants to get to know me "better"...' - Dimitry was cruel and sarcastic, knowing how much that would bother me.

- I bet I'll introduce her to someone "better" than you," I teased.