The sticky summer heat clung to Marco's skin as he watched Luciana sway her hips, approaching the gaucho for what felt like the thousandth time. His blood boiled, and his fists clenched as he observed their interaction from across the crowded bar.
"Hola, mi amor," the gaucho purred, his voice dripping with honey as he pulled Luciana close. His ridiculous elevator shoes and spangled leather poncho made him stand out like a peacock among pigeons.
Marco's jaw tightened as he watched Luciana giggle, her hand resting on the gaucho's chest. The sight of her touching another man sent jolts of anger through his body. He could still taste her on his lips from their passionate encounter just hours ago, her moans echoing in his ears.
As if sensing his gaze, Luciana glanced over her shoulder, meeting Marco's eyes. A flicker of guilt passed over her face before she turned back to the gaucho, leaning close to whisper something in his ear.
Marco's mind raced back to earlier that day when Luciana had straddled him on their bed, her wet pussy enveloping his throbbing cock. She'd ridden him with abandon, her pert breasts bouncing as she gasped and moaned. "Oh, Marco! Fuck me harder!" she'd cried out, her nails digging into his chest.
But now, watching her flirt shamelessly with the gaucho, Marco wondered if she'd been thinking of him the whole time. The thought made his stomach churn.
Unable to bear it any longer, Marco stormed across the room, roughly grabbing Luciana's arm. "We're leaving," he growled, yanking her away from the gaucho.
"Hey, amigo, take it easy," the gaucho drawled, reaching for Luciana.
Marco's fist connected with the gaucho's jaw before he could think twice. The bar erupted in chaos as Marco dragged a protesting Luciana out into the humid night air.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Luciana hissed, jerking her arm free once they were outside.
"Me? What about you?" Marco snarled. "Flaunting yourself in front of that... that clown!"
Luciana's eyes flashed dangerously. "You don't own me, Marco. I can talk to whoever I want."
Before Marco could retort, Luciana grabbed his face and crushed her lips against his. The kiss was angry, all teeth and tongue, but Marco's body responded instantly. He shoved her against the alley wall, one hand gripping her ass as the other roughly palmed her breast through her thin dress.
Luciana moaned into his mouth, her leg hooking around his waist. Marco ground his hardening cock against her core, feeling the heat emanating from between her thighs.