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Except Ada.
Ada would have been in that room. Did she know that her mother was alive all along? She’d grieved her just as I did but it hadn’t lasted long and after that day, she barely mentioned her mother. The woman who fought so hard to raise her. Who went through hell every day to give her a roof over her head. Cora had been forced to see her daughter’s father on a daily basis and had never been able to say a word.
I know what would have happened if she did.
My mother would have killed her and Ada if she ever found out my father had an illegitimate child. In our world, the wife’s place at the husband’s side is contingent on being able to have children and my mother could no longer bear a child after I was born. It’s one of the reasons I believe she, and father, detested me so much.
“That makes sense,” Adrian agrees. “But why is she doing all of this now after all these years?”
“Because…” I hesitate. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the man and his little girl, the one who looks like Ada, but I can’t. What if he uses her and decides to get rid of me? If Cora recently learned about the girl’s existence, her granddaughter with Castellanos blood, it explains why she ordered the hit. There is no one alive to contest the girl as an heir. Except me. But if fires keep spreading and snipers keep taking potshots at me, I won’t be alive for long.
Cora could control the entire Castellanos fortune through that girl as her guardian.
“Maybe she was building up enough power?” I say instead. “She would need money and allies, right?” He looks thoughtful for a moment before conceding with a tilt of his head.
“It’s possible,” he says as he continues to wash my body with care. We lapse into silence as he runs the washcloth over my breasts, the simple action causing my nipples to pebble as the rough texture contrasts against my sensitive skin.
My hazel gaze rises to his face, but his eyes are on the motion of the cloth as he dips down across my stomach and to my mound. He swipes the washcloth against my pussy and my back arches at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Enough of this.” I yelp when he pulls me from the water without bothering to drain the tub first.
“Adrian,” I squeal when he marches from the bathroom with determined steps, me in his arms. “I’ll get the bed wet.”
Desire possesses every part of me when he throws me down on the soft covers. I bounce slightly, a giggle escaping me.
“I don’t give a shit.”
Excitement shoots through me, my body trembling in anticipation. I prop up on my elbows and stare up at him in wonder. He stalks toward me like a predator but this time I'm his willing prey. Adrian leans down his body just hovering over me, his lips millimeters away from mine.
“Are you ready for me,moya malen'kaya I'vitsa?” His words are soft wisp against my mouth that drives my need and desire higher. My core clenches at the thought of him taking me. Will it be rough and taunting? Or slow and loving?
The need in me keeps growing. So, instead of speaking, I slam my mouth against his.
Adrian is still for a moment, his lips tense against mine as he takes a moment to gather what I've done. Then, he's kissing me back fervently. He devours my mouth like a pirate captain taking no prisoners. It isn't slow and gentle, but it devours every piece of my soul. He shoves his tongue into my mouth as if he has a need to claim every part of it.
I've never felt like this before. This heat. This connection.
Adrian groans my name like he's a supplicant calling out to his god. His hand tangles in my hair and I delight in the subsequent pain it causes when he wrenches my head to the side, deepening the angle of his possession.
He pulls back from my lips, and I let out a small whine in protest at the sudden loss. There is a sly grin painting his mouth as he sheds his shirt and toes off his shoes and socks. I rub my thighs together, yearning for the friction, and admire the beauty of the man in front of me. He slowly unbuckles his belt as he strides to the edge of the bed. I shiver at the sound of the leather swishing through the belt loops.
Adrian tosses the belt aside and I barely have time to think about his next move before his body is covering mine, our lips locked together. For the first time, I'm free to let my hands explore the muscles of his body without consequence. I run my hands down either side of his neck, his shoulders, and his solid muscled chest. My fingers caress the tattooed skin as if by touching them I could learn their story.
He doesn't give me long to appreciate his body before he's shoving me further up the bed. And the next moment he's on his knees with my thighs tossed over his shoulders his face level with my pussy. Unlike our previous encounters, I don't fight him. I'm not scared or frightened of what is to come.
At this moment I give myself to him—all of me.
“I've been wanting to lick this pussy again since our shower.” His tongue skates along my slit. “I've thought of nothing but devouring your sweet cream again and again since that moment. Imagined you screaming as you orgasm on my fingers and tongue. Begging me to fuck you.”
“Oh, god,” I cry out as he shoves two fingers inside of me without warning.
“No god, Vanya.” Another slow lick. “Your fiancé.”
Fuck.I gyrate my hips trying to pull his fingers deeper inside of me.
“That’s it,detka.Fuck yourself on my fingers. Make yourself come so I can taste every bit of it.”
Holy shit. Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? His words feed the fire growing inside of me. My eyes clench shut as he plays with me, his fingers working in and out of my pussy, while his tongue slithers along my clit. He's like a starved man who's found water in the desert.
