AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I probably would never admit this out loud, but Adrian’s aftercare is addictive. It’s so tender in contrast to his brutal touch. So patient, too. He takes his sweet time cleaning my every pore like he finds pleasure in touching me this way.
I’m about to fall back asleep as usual when his strong voice filters in the silence, “Who were you talking to in the lingerie shop, Lia?”
My eyes snap open, my breath hitching when I find him standing over my lying position, the contours of his face shadowed by the dark. “W-what?”
“The man you were touching that red lingerie in front of. Who the fuck is he?”
Shit!
“A-Adrian…”
His hand wraps around my jaw. “It’s better that you freely divulge information or I’ll find him and rip his heart out while you watch.”
“No, Adrian…please.”
“Who ishe?” His tone is frightening, harsh.
I shake my head frantically.
“It was me.”
Our attention snaps to the figure sliding inside my room from the balcony. I gasp as Luca comes into view, holding a gun.
“Looks like you have to die sooner rather than later, Volkov.” And then he shoots, the bullet lodging straight in Adrian’s chest, and he falls face-first against my lap, blood exploding on his white shirt.
“Noooo!” I shriek, bolting up.
My eyes open, and I quickly take note of my surroundings. I’m in my room, the morning light filtering through the balcony’s muslin curtains.
Luca isn’t in view.
There’s no blood either.
Please tell me that was a nightmare. Please.
I retrieve my phone with trembling fingers, going straight to Adrian’s number. He entered it the first time he was here in case I need him, but he’s always the one who texts to ask what I want for dinner.
This is my first time to contact him.
My unsteady thumb swipes over his name and I place the phone to my ear. I’m shaking, my limbs sweaty as I listen to it ring.
Please tell me he’s busy working or doing whatever he does when he leaves my apartment.
Heavy footsteps come from outside the bedroom before Adrian appears in the doorway, wearing only his boxer briefs. A sheen of sweat covers his sun-kissed skin, causing the full tattoo sleeves to shine in the morning glow. His glorious abdomen and chest muscles ripple with every movement.
His long legs cross over each other as he motions at his phone in his hand. “You called me?”
At first, I don’t believe what I’m seeing. I think it’s another sick play of my imagination. That this is the nightmare and the one from earlier is reality.
I dig my nails in my wrist and release a sigh of relief when pain rushes to the surface.
Without thinking, I scramble out of bed. Then I cry out, stumbling over the sheets when burning pain explodes in my ass.
Holy shit.That hurts.
Adrian is beside me in a second, grabbing me by the arm to stop me from falling.
I hold on to his forearm as I regain my footing and study his chest and side, making sure that it was indeed a nightmare.
