Velvet Lullabies

She moaned in response.

He sunk himself into her, over and over, listening to her cum on his cock until finally he found his own release.

Yeah, Adelina was fucking heaven.

Chapter Eleven

“Here,” he slid the cold metal onto her left ring finger.

“Like an engagement ring?” she asked leading him to laugh at her innocence.

“No. It’s a promise ring, but one day I will marry you Adelina.” His hand brushed against her cheek and he leaned into kiss her.

But what if I don’t want to marry you? She thought.

???

There were going to be two engagement parties. Of course, because what family wouldn’t throw two huge parties before throwing, you know, a huge party. Adelina’s phone rang constantly with questions about what she wanted for the engagement parties, the wedding, and so on. In her mind, she wasn’t even engaged. She didn’t even have a ring on her finger. But to her crazy Italian family, she was as good as married now.

“A crazy thing happened.” Gemma broke the wall of thoughts spiraling through Adelina’s mind.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, my mom sent me this.” Gemma held out her phone for Adelina to look at

the picture.

Shit.

“Shit.” She said out loud. “Gem,”

“You’re having an engagement party and I found out through the invite?”

Shit was right. She was a terrible friend.

“It all happened really fast.”

“I can tell.” Gemma’s face lifted with a light smile. “So, this is all very real, huh?

“Yeah.”

“Are you feeling okay about it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Adelina responded, sinking down on the floor in front of her bed. “Lucian seems okay.”

“So, you like him?”

Adelina nodded wordlessly.

“And you’re going to marry him?”

Her head moved up and down, confirming again.

Gemma sank down beside her, throwing an arm over her friend’s shoulder. “Well, on the bright side at least he’s hotter than hell.”

???

Gemma wasn’t wrong about Lucian’s good looks. The man was an Italian dream: tall, dark, and obscenely handsome. Right now, he was schmoozing every member of her family while she took to the couch to see how many glasses of wine she could down before anyone noticed, so far, she was already on her second glass.