Page 137 of Heart of a Villain

“Lorenzo, you told me Juliana returned on her own,” Chefe said. “Now, are you saying you interfered? That you went to Sweden for the purpose of searching for her on your honeymoon? After I explicitly told you not to?”

Adrían’s motion rose higher, his palm skating over her inner thigh. “I can assure you, Chefe, that I’ve never met this woman. I would have remembered.”

“She was gifted,” Chefe explained. “To Lorenzo.”

Adrían shrugged.

He went higher until his fingertip grazed her clit from the outside of her panties. What he was doing was no longer concealed, and she prayed her twitches looked like unwanted contact rather than a woman on the road to climax. The room watched on, unfazed, and she could only imagine how often something like this happened. Luckily, she was in a position where she wanted this particular touch.

“I want her,” Adrían said.

Lorenzo looked like the spinning top on a pressure cooker. “You motherfucker. You can’t come in here?—”

“She’s mine.” Adrían slid past her panties and sank his middle and ring finger inside her, and she did her best to look as if she was experiencing discomfort. “I’m taking her, Chefe. Consider her my coming home gift. So many things I can do with this one. Querida, how much can you swallow?”

She lowered her eyes to hide the fact that they were rolling toward the back of her head. When the climax hit her, she covered a gasping moan with a shattered-sounding cry. Adrían shoved his fingers in deeper, and she came in waves, gripping and releasing the digits. No one bat an eye, yet the expectation was that she was being commanded against her will.

She was being commanded, yes.

Against her will, no.

Chefe flicked his wrist. “She’s yours, Gano. Lorenzo, you went behind my back. You broke the rules.”

Adrían stood.

He motioned, and a pair of women entered. Sayeda kept her head down as they wrapped her wrists in rope and stuck a piece of cloth in her mouth. It was how she knew Adrían made her feel safe. Everything else about the display made her sick to her stomach, but she knew who she was leaving with.

“Take her to my car,” he instructed.

They walked her to a dark SUV. Roughly a half hour later, Adrían joined her.

He made one stop at an elaborate Spanish-style house, where he remained inside for less than twenty minutes. Afterward, he took her back to this “place,” where he stripped her naked in the entryway.

In the back of her mind, a bit of worry began to bloom. He seemed hungrier than usual, and she found herself wondering if returning to the empire that had created him was having more of an effect than either of them realized.

This time, when he came, she felt it.

She felt it drip from inside her down her inner thighs.

While she wanted to collapse to the floor, he removed the restraints and the gag and carried her to the bathroom. There, he set her on her feet and then filled the tub. As the tub filled, he removed the rest of his clothes.

“You’re all right?” he asked, taking her hand.

“Are you?” she countered.

“I’m wonderful.”

He turned off the faucet, climbed in, and helped her step inside. She sat with her back pressed against his chest, and his pecks to her neck and jawline progressively grew longer and sloppier. He joined the kiss with firm squeezes of her nipples, and then he had her face him. While sucking on her nipples, she rose onto her knees, and he fingered her until she came all over again.

“You don’t think you’re…different?” she asked, once she’d maneuvered back to her previous position. “More aggressive? Insatiable?”

“And your real question?”

“Do you like being back here?”

“In Brazil? Yes. In Chamas, no. You think the power of being back here has been the cause behind,” another erection poked her lower back, “these?”

“In part,” she admitted.

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