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Of course, I knew the answer to that. Even if I didn’t want to admit it.
This woman was everything. There was no one quite like her, and I couldn’t let her go. Not after what we had just done. There was an unspoken bond between us, something that sparked a fire so hot, it was now many degrees warmer in the hotel suite.
We took a quick shower together, and she let me clean her body. It was a true wonderland, and I was a lucky man to be worshipping it. Luck doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt as I touched every inch of her. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I was exhausted.
We got dressed. Adriana slowly buttoned up her shirt, once again concealing her ample bosom. I tried to hide my admiration for her body, but of course, I couldn’t look past the breathtaking view.
Once our clothes were back on, we left the suite. I called the valet who immediately arrived at the pickup spot. Adriana was once again a classy, twenty old woman, and I was her distinguished protector destined to take her back to her doting father.
The ride back was uneventful. I wasn’t worried so much that Frank would know what we did- Adriana had gone to great lengths to make ourselves look like we had several hours ago. She had even made up a halfway decent excuse- we had been stuck in traffic, but were on our way back. At worst, he would simply be upset that I had taken her for so long.
God, I can’t have him finding out.Frank King was the enforcer of the King Mafia, and he was one ruthless, coldblooded killer. Overprotective of his daughter was an understatement. It was said that all of her ex-boyfriends were threatened with death by his henchmen, something I definitely believed, because what man would be stupid enough to let a girl like this go?
We arrived at her drop-off spot, and Frank was waiting in the distance with his arms folded. I waved at him, but he didn’t look like he was in a mood to chat anymore. I knew then that her father was insanely jealous, but I could trust Adriana to take care of that.
She wasn’t the kind of girl who let things slide, despite her goody two shoes appearance. She was not ostentatiously virtuous, rather she was unholy sin wrapped up in a neat little package.
“I’ll see you again?” She asked.
There was no way I was going to say no to that. I couldn’t wait for my next time with her. I was going to beg her for more if I had to. Either way, I had to have her.
Adriana waved goodbye as she made her way to Frank who embraced her dearly.Frank, I’ll stop at nothing to have your daughter. As God is my witness, I want her more than anything I’ve ever had. Nothing else matters.
Frank looked at me as the two walked away. I waved at him, and knew that I was messing with the devil.What had I gotten myself into?
It didn’t matter. She was worth it.
3
ADRIANA
Father wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. As soon as he hugged me, he knew that something had happened. Instinctively, I put on my best “good girl” act, but that wasn’t enough for him. He was always the jealous kind of man.
Having an overprotective father in the mafia isn’t the kind of overbearing that’s for the faint of heart. No. I had to be a bad bitch to get through this world.
“What took you so long?” Father asked.
Feigning nonchalance, I said, “Why don’t you call him?”
“Why don’t you tell me?” He asked me.
“You already heard from me,” I said. I was hoping my bluff was good enough for him, but sure enough, he called Brody. The prospect of getting caught only served to turn me on that much more.I can’t wait to see Brody again.
I could still smell his hot breath, and the distinct feel of his warmth when he finished inside, his powerful intensity now deep within me. It had actually surprised me that he finished inside of me. I just assumed he’d pull out. Cleaning up was a joy, too; Brody didn’t miss a single inch of my body. I was dripping with his seed, and I know he loved that.
“Hello?” My father asked. He was on the phone with Brody. Unlike other men, even my father respected Brody enough to speak with him in a calm manner. I could only imagine that Brody was self-assured, and when he got off the phone, my father was more relaxed.
“Well?” I asked.
Father nodded. “I’m proud of you sweetheart. You dealt really well with him. Most people wouldn’t have been able to bring him down like you did.”
I beamed with pride. I wanted to do more than bring down Brody Whitlock. I wanted him on his knees begging me for more. He needed to have that gray-streaked dark-haired head in between my legs, so I could feel the world of pleasure only he could open up for me.
My father left me alone that night, but the very next day, it was the same song, different dance.
“What really happened between you two?” Father asked. I would have rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t like other girls. I couldn’t do what was obvious. I had to be better.
“What do you mean, what really happened?” I asked innocently. “Don’t you trust me?”
