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“I should be asking you the same, Adrienne.” Animosity seeped through us both. “Who do you think you are to hurt my friends.”
“He wasn’t your friend,” I yelled. “You’re not allowed to have any friends, Adrienne. Not a single friend.”
“And who are you to make that decision for me?”
I covered the space between us. “I own you, Adrienne, you better get used to that.”
“Own me?” She scoffed. “No one owns me, not even you or my fucking dad. I’m not a piece of furniture or a gun you fuckers use to do your dirty businesses.”
“I am not using you.” Why was I trying to lighten the mood? She was the one who messed up. The image of him holding her wrists flared my annoyance once again.
“Then what are you doing?” She firmed her gaze on me. “Keeping me here as your sex slave while you keep tattoos and memories of other women safe in your heart?”
“Yes,” was all I said, as doing otherwise would only leave me weak and vulnerable, and those words had never been attributed to me, not until Adrienne Paolo.
She shook her head, her gray eyes overcome with a bit of disappointment and sadness. “Fuck you, Andrei. I hate you.”
The harshness in her tone stirred the part of me that was a predator. The faster she ran the harder I’d chase. For someone who was the daughter of a bastard like Dante, she should have known better.
I took a step forward and she took a step backward. We continued in that rhythm until her back hit the wall and her palpitations reached my ear. “Repeat what you just said.”
She swallowed, panting like the prey who’d just fallen into the predator’s trap. “I hate you, Andrei.”
I placed my hand on the wall above her, watching every expression and movement that came from her. “I don’t like you very much either, Adrienne.” I brushed my hands on her lips, and then moved them to her dress. “Take this off.”
“No,” she breathed.
“No?”
“No!”
“Fine.” I placed my two hands on the round neck of the dress and ripped it apart. “Tell me ‘no’ one more time.”
She didn’t.
The dress fell to the ground, leaving her in a red lace panty and no bra. I cupped her breast with one hand and trailed down to her clitoris with the other, rubbing it from the outside of her underwear.
Her breath was shaky, as if she wanted me to do more things to her. I stopped and moved away from her. “Touch yourself.”
“What?” Her cheeks took on a dark shade of pink.
I smiled devilishly. “I want to see you touch yourself ‘til you come.” I pointed to the queen-sized bed in her room. “Go to bed.”
She shifted from the wall and moved to the bed while I sat on the vanity across from it, watching her. She parted her legs, her pink clitoris staring back at me. “What if—”
“Make yourself come,” I cut her off. “Be a dirty little girl and entertain me.”
She nodded, cupped one of her breasts in one hand, and slid a finger into her little cunt. Fuck, blood flowed to my groin, making my dick hard and craving some of that pussy.
Adrienne’s low moan unsilenced the room. God! How much I loved watching her pleasure herself. She tensed after a few minutes, her moans louder. Her climax was short and intense. Then she left the bed and came to me, throwing every piece of clothing I had onto the floor.
“This is how to be at my mercy, Adrienne,” I whispered to her. “Now be a good girl and fuck daddy hard.”
She bit onto her bottom lip with her upper teeth, giving me a dirty look that I’d bet all my coins to see again. She straddled herself on my legs and sat on my dick like it was her throne. I loved the squishy sound her pussy made as my dick filled her. She was dripping with wetness, riding me in a way I knew only Adrienne Paolo would.
I could tell she wasn’t experienced, but knowing my dick was buried deep inside her was enough for me; it was enough to make me come. She started riding faster. I knew she was coming a second time and I wanted us to come together so I held her waist to help her ride even faster until she threw her head back, moaning.
I flipped her over on the vanity, taking control of our ride until we both came.
