explode, Adrian grabs my throat with both palms and bends my back so I look deep into his eyes as he comes inside me, with his fianc茅e a foot away from us.
Shame burns me from the inside as my orgasm subsides. Adrian's cum drips down my thigh as he pulls out, wiping his cock on my ass cheek.
Nicoletta lets out a cry, and slams the door as she leaves the room.
Adrian puts his shirt over me.
I button it quickly before tripping in an effort to get away from him.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he growls.
"I have to speak to her," I murmur. "I have to apologize to Nicoletta." I run after her, catching up with her on the hallway and tugging on her long robe. "Nicoletta, please!"
"What?" she snarls, turning around. "Don't even try to apologize. I trusted you, Marzia."
"You shouldn't have," I whisper. "I don't even trust myself around Adrian."
"You know this wedding needs to happen," Nicoletta hisses.
"I do," I admit miserably.
"Then stay out of my fucking way," she snaps.
29
Adrian
I collapse on the bed after both of them leave my sight. I can't believe what I've just done. I just risked my position in the famiglia, my marriage, every-fucking-thing for my bambina. But I can't help myself around her. My lust took over and I couldn't stop myself in time. Now Nicoletta knows for sure, and she looked pissed as fuck about it, so I'm in trouble if she decides to tell one of our fathers.
And I'm not wrong. It's the next day that I'm summoned to Father's office again.
Even the guard looks fucking worried as he escorts me there.
Father is waiting with his lips pursed, his eyes thunderous. "Are you fucking crazy?" he snarls at me. "You fuck Marzia in front of the girl you're supposed to marry and the fucking wedding planner?"
I smirk. So she only chose to tell him part one of the story. Interesting. "Come on, she knew on some level already." I light a cigarette.
He glares at me as I smoke in his office.
I know he hates it when I do this, but I don't give a damn. And I need a smoke. I'm missing Marzia's tight little ass dancing on my dick. "I just made her connect the dots. It's not like she's going to tell her father."
"What makes you so sure?" Father narrows his eyes at me.
"They're hiding something."
"What makes you say that?"
"She knows now and yet, she hasn't told him, or attempted to cancel the wedding. Any woman with a shred of self-respect wouldn't go through with it after seeing me fuck her maid of honor. But Nicoletta doesn't care. She needs me to marry her."
"They have enough money." He shrugs.
"Then it has to be something else. Have you done much research on her?"
"Not much out there." He shakes his head. "Gustavo and Nicoletta used to live on the continent, but moved to Palermo last year. They're very private, not in the public eye much."
"Keep digging," I mutter. "You're going to find something on those two, I just know it."
"Are you trying to change my mind yet again?" Father demands. "I'm not going to change my mind, Adrian. Marzia still needs to die. If it's not Nicoletta, it's going to be someone else you end up marrying."
I glare at him, refusing to acknowledge his words. As if I'm going to let him kill Marzia. I'm more determined than ever to make her my wife. Fuck Nicoletta, and fuck Gustavo.
"You need to sort this out with your fianc茅e," Father goes on. "We don't want her spilling the beans to Daddy dearest. So make sure she's happy. Or else."
"Or else what? More threats, Father? Thought you were above that."
"Don't make me hit you," he warns. "It's been a long time since you were disciplined, but I can still dole it out."
My gut feels cold as I remember him hitting me when I turned eighteen. He told me I needed to learn how to take a punch like a man, and how to hit back like a killer. He taught me well.
"Fine, I'll fix things with Nicoletta," I reply. "But don't expect me to stop what's going on with Marzia. I told you??e are meant to be together. You can stand in our way as much as you want, but you aren't going to stop us from ending up together."
Father keeps his gaze trained on me.
I casually reach behind my back. I bring out my gun, thoughtfully placing it on the