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"When I come, you need to do as you're told," Adrian tells me, and
I nod, eager for my own release.
"Together, okay, bambina? Fucking come with me."
It doesn't take me long to be a writhing mess of moans and whispers as he finishes inside me.
A second later, he pulls out and positions me so my legs are resting on the headboard of his bed. "Stay like this," he demands. "All fucking night if you have to."
"Adrian, it's an old wives' tale," I complain. "It's not actually going to help my chances of getting pregnant, I—"
"I don't care," he interrupts. "You're going to do everything you fucking can to ensure you're pregnant. And you said you'd follow directions, so be a good girl and don't disobey me."
I groan.
He lies next to me, fingers combing through my hair. "Go to sleep, bambina."
I yawn. "What about you?"
"I need to watch you for a while longer."
"Mostro," I mutter. "Freak."
"Be a good girl, Marzia. Sleep."
My eyelids grow heavier and heavier. This time, it doesn't take long to pull me under.
For the next three days, I'm exposed to every whim and desire Adrian has. I'm fucked, filled. My nipples recover from the piercings only to be relentlessly teased by Adrian. He can't suck and bite them yet, but he spent hours teasing me with feathers and makeup brushes, just to drive me even fucking crazier.
He makes me come too many times to count, and empties his cock in my pussy any chance he gets. By the time the three days are up, I'm fucking exhausted. He lets me return to my bedroom, under one condition…to keep an eye on Nicoletta.
"She's got something up her sleeve," Adrian mutters as he lies next to me on our last night together. "I don't trust her, or her father for that matter."
"I hate her," I growl.
"You just hate her because you're jealous."
"Maybe I should make you jealous," I muse.
"Excuse me? You want to try that, see how it works for you?" He grips my hair in an iron fist, tugging on it firmly. "I'll make you change your mind, bambina. I'm never letting another man have you."
"You can't be so possessive," I remind him. "You can't own people."
"No, you shouldn't, but you can," Adrian smirks. "And I do own you. Isn't that right?" He pinches my clit between two fingers making me squirm. "Answer me," he demands.
"Yes," I hiss. "Fine, you own me."
He pinches a little harder, nearly squeezing an orgasm out of me until he finally lets go and smirks, saying, "Sweetest words I could ever hope to hear, my dear bambina..."
31
Adrian
"Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Nicoletta stands before me, hands on her hips and an enraged expression painted on her painfully pretty face.
She looks so angry, it's almost kind of cute. Not that I have eyes for anyone but Marzia Da Costa. She's well and truly stolen all the attention I have to give.
"Yeah, just one thing." I smirk. "Get out of my way, wifey. I don't have time for your nonsense right now. Got more important matters to attend to." I push past her, heading down the stairs.
She falls into step, rushing after me. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder.
I snarl, turning to face her as I growl, "Don't touch me."
"You're acting crazy," Nicoletta accuses me. "You really think my papa will let you get away with treating me this way?"
"Something tells me you haven't said a peep to Gustavo, actually," I say sweetly, turning to face her.
When my fiancée sees my snarl, she takes a step back, shocked by my hostility.
"Don't worry, Nicoletta. I don't know what you're hiding just yet, but I'm going to fucking find out."
She pales when she hears me say those words.
I instantly know I've hit the nail on the head. Nicoletta Carlucci is definitely fucking hiding something, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it no matter what. She's not going to get away with keeping secrets. Not in my house. "That's right," I smirk. "I know you're fucking up to something. And unless you want me to keep digging even harder, you'll keep that pouty little mouth shut and act like a good girl for everyone but me. Don't tell Gustavo. Don't complain to my father. And leave Marzia alone."
"You're a monster," Nicoletta mutters as her scandalized gaze meets mine.
"Too bad, you only realized that now," I throw back. "Now fucking go."
She doesn't move so I lunge toward her, making her stumble back. I laugh as she walks down the hallway, her steps hurried. She wants to get away from my crazy, and I don't fucking blame her.
Instead of following her, I head down the hallway to Father's office.
Once again, I find Marzia in there, filing through paperwork. "So is this going to be a regular occurrence?" I demand as I walk into the room.
