“I heard about Leonardo.It must have been tough killing your friend,” the second man at the table says.Adriano’s hand freezes.“Misfortune seems to befall anyone who gets close to you.That’s not such a great reputation.One tends to wonder...”
“Wonder what?”Adriano says, obviously getting his anger under control and resuming his escapade between my thighs.I struggle to resist the urge to clench my thighs together.My breath hitches as his rough hands invade my folds.
“Wonder who is next.Her?”
“Is that a threat?Sounds to me like one.”
My breathing becomes labored, and everything else said at the table becomes inaudible.I can’t seem to summon the minimum amount of concentration needed to make my ears function.How he manages to keep a straight face and even hold a conversation while making me utterly useless is beyond me.A finger slides inside me, closely followed by another.I immediately bring a palm to my lips to stifle the moan that almost slips out.Everyone at the table turns to me, including Adriano, who has shock written all over his face.Fucking sly.
“Are you okay?”he asks, digging his fingers even deeper into me.I nod rigorously, praying everyone would take their eyes off me, else they will see right through me.
One of the men scoffs.“The poor girl is probably scared that she’ll be the next person close to you to get hurt.”He pins his gaze on me.“I don’t blame you.You have every right to be scared.”
I can’t hold it in anymore and clench my thighs together.
“Don’t,” Adriano grits out.I find myself unable to resist his command.All I can think about is that disobedience means I get punished.I don’t want to be punished.I have to be a good girl, so he doesn’t deny me another orgasm.I grab a fistful of my gown and clench my teeth as I spread my thighs.
“Don’t what, Adriano?”
“It’s been a pleasure, boys.Now, if you don’t mind, I have some personal business to attend to.”
His green eyes meet mine as he pulls his fingers out, and I immediately know that I must have done something right.If disobedience means punishment, surely obedience means I get rewarded.I swallow, realizing what the look in Adriano’s eyes means.I stand from the table, eager for what the night holds.
Chapter Five
Capri
We step into Adriano’sapartment.I don’t know what I expected, but this certainly isn’t it.It’s simple, yet you can tell that it cost a fortune to put together.But what catches my attention isn’t the carefully chosen furniture or the artwork that hangs from the walls or the pottery that spots the living room.It’s the frames that hang at precisely chosen spots.The frames are positioned so you can see them from any spot in the living room.It’s the same person in all the frames—an elderly woman with graying hair that frames her old and wrinkly yet pleasant face.She has the same green eyes that I’ve come to adore.I walk over to one of the frames that hangs over the fireplace.A younger version of Adriano sits on her lap with a scowl on his face.He was obviously upset about something.
“Seems like you’ve always been trouble,” I tease.Adriano stays in one corner watching me move from one frame to another with glee, like a child in a store filled with candy.The truth is that it’s almost impossible to reconcile the image ofmy masterwith this adorable younger version of him—chubby, no tattoos, permed hair, and eyes that don’t look as emotionless as they do now.Another picture catches my attention on the table.
“Oh, what do we have here?”I say, picking up a picture of a chubby baby with what looks like chocolate smeared on his cheeks.“Is this you?”I giggle.“You look so ...adorable.”
He shrugs, clearly embarrassed.He walks over to one of the sleek leather sofas and falls on it.“Gran Gran said that was my first time trying chocolates.She said I wailed when anyone tried to take that chocolate bar from me.It’s her fondest memory of me.One she recounted every time I got in trouble.”
The melancholic undertone of his voice sticks out like a sore thumb.“You must really love her.”
