Adrian's Vengeance (Mafia Heirs 1) - Page 59

"Your relationship with your father. It's over because I killed him."

It hurts to hear him speak of it with such blatant honesty. But once the words settle in and the sting dies down, they stop hurting. They make me appreciate the moments I had with my father. They make me wonder whether things would have only gotten worse and worse if he was still around. I suppose I'll never know.

"You should get ready," Bruno mutters later on. "I'll arrange for a light dinner in your room. Then Eleanora will take you to Adrian's quarters."

"Thank you," I manage, quickly slipping out of his office.

I eat a salad for dinner and spend ages in the bathroom getting ready. I try to prolong the moment I have to leave, not because I want to keep Adrian waiting, but because I'm getting more and more nervous about facing him again.

Finally, Eleanora's had enough. She rushes me through doing my hair then makeup and shows me the outfit Adrian picked especially for me.

As I eye the glittery, skin-tight dress and sky-high heels he picked for me, it's hard to imagine Adrian wanted anything other than to fuck me tonight.

But even that thought excites me...

25

Adrian

She is led into my room by her maid.

The moment Marzia appears in my door frame, I let go of my phone, my eyes locking with hers.

Eleanora leaves her there, silently padding down the hallway back to her room.

So now, it's just my bambina and me, and the shivering tension between us.

"Come in," I tell her.

She follows my voice, carefully closing the door behind her.

"Do you like the clothes I picked for you?"

She locks eyes with me again and a silent understanding passes between us. Tonight, she won't be Marzia Da Costa. She's here to be mine, and I'll do anything in my power to make her forget about everything else, if only for a night.

"They're beautiful," she whispers as she comes to stand closer.

I stop her midway through the room, and she stands still, the sequins on her skintight dress blinding.

"Show off for me," I tell her in a raspy tone. "Spin. Show me the dress properly. I want to see how grateful you are for how well I take care of you."

She only hesitates for a split second before twirling in front of me.

Her tight little ass looks irresistible in that dress and her tits are all pressed up for my enjoyment. I feel my cock hardening. She has my attention, but then again, she always does when she enters a room. It's impossible to keep my eyes off Marzia.

"Do you like it?" she purrs, running her hands down her hips. "Isn't it too tight, Adrian?"

"We'll just have to make sure no one else sees you like this," I hiss. "No one else should look at my property."

"I'm not property," Marzia retorts, but we both know she loves it when I call her that.

"Come sit here," I say, tapping my knee. "I want to look at you."

She doesn't wait. She saunters right over, straddling my thigh, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

I close my eyes and take a deep, calming breath. Resisting her is proving to be fucking impossible, but I need to do my best to focus on something else. Otherwise, she's going to be the death of me.

I know she's not wearing any panties, because I can feel her sweet, wet snatch pressing against me through the slit in her dress. I bet she positioned herself strategically so I'd know she's shaved bare underneath...

Pushing the thought away, I focus on Marzia again. "You smell good. What perfume is that?"

"I'm not wearing any," she purrs, making my cock even harder. "Are you going to explain why we have to stick to this Nicoletta charade now?"

Firmly placing my hands on her lips, I force Marzia to look at me. "You know my father wants me to marry her."

"So? Just go up against him."

"It's not that easy. And besides…" I smirk. "Who said I want you that much?"

"Don't lie to me," Marzia grits out, leaning against my neck to whisper in the shell of my ear. "I know you can't resist me..."

She's right, but I'm not about to blow my cover in front of her. So instead, I just shift her from my lap to the bed and pace the room to check whether the door is locked. I can feel the tension between us growing as I click the door shut.

"You can't get away from me now," I tell Marzia darkly. "Does that scare you?"

"No." She shakes her head, but she doesn't look so sure.

I take a step closer, taunting her by pressing my thumb to her lips. She opens her mouth and sucks it, and I marvel at how much sluttier she's gotten just for me. I'm making her into the perfect plaything, and all the while coming to terms with the fact that I can't keep her.

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