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“That’s what I suggest,” finished Rafe. Thank fuck he was done.

“Fine,” I growled, speaking for Wilde. The Prez wasn’t going on the heist, not with his kid coming soon. I hadn’t been listening to whatever Rafe said, but it had to be fine. “Good enough. Are we done?”

My balls ached. I needed to be buried deep in Adelina.

“Agreed,” said Massimo.

That was the end of the meeting for me. I burst from the private office and scanned the living room. My nose pulled me toward Adelina. She was seated amongst some other women—her kid sister thankfully not around. I marched over and grabbed her arm. Immediately, she whipped around, her lips peeled back in a sneer. The women and men glowered at me.

“What are you doing?” demanded Adelina in a low breath.

“We’re leaving,” I growled. “Now.”

I pulled her to her feet before my cock split my pants.

Chapter Thirty-Six

ADELINA

“Where are you taking me?”I demanded as Sas punched the button repeatedly for the elevator.

Everyone was watching us. Their eyes bored into my back.

Where was my father to see what he’d signed me up for?

Sure, I wanted it now. That much had been apparent with the way my pussy throbbed and wept since Sas gave me that tiny orgasm during Papà’s toast. Why the fuck was I lying to myself? My pussy had been throbbing for more since Sas made me come so hard that I saw stars.

I had learned a lot about myself through losing my virginity, giving into the primal desires and the odd thoughts my mind had come up with over the years. Even now, I wanted more.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Sas and I were inside before anyone could stop us, and he punched the button to close the doors. One of the capos’ wives—Donna Marino, I thought—came scurrying over, trying to catch a ride downstairs.

But when Sas glared at her and literally growled, she backed away, saying, “I’ll catch the next.”

I gave her an apologetic shrug, but I really didn’t want her in here either.

Finally, the elevator closed and started falling. But, as soon as the doors sealed themselves shut, Sas grabbed the back of my neck roughly and pushed me against the wall.

“Sas?”

“Hush!”

His fingers wove into my hair, freeing it from the updo. Damn, he really liked my hair.

“It’s a dangerous game to a dress like this and have those lips painted so prettily red.” He dragged his hand down my body, palming my breast and then stomach as he went, only to pass over the flared skirt and drag his rough palm up my thigh.

“Then again, princess, I’m a dangerous man.”

I wriggled under him. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Make time.” He hooked his finger into my panties and pulled until I heard the delicate material rip.

“Those were expensive,” I said, but I really didn’t care.

Anticipation slipped through me as I squirmed against the cool metal of the elevator wall. The handrail dug into my lower back. What was another bruise? My tattoo was covered by the dress I wore, one that Mamà picked out so Papà wouldn’t have a heart attack at the rehearsal dinner.

I, however, didn’t think my father would notice or care. I mean, he didn’t care enough to speak to me all night either. I wanted to wonder if this had something to do with the diamonds, but then my senses took over and I wasn’t thinking much of anything as Sas reached around my ass and slid his finger down my slit.

Immediately, my hips bucked.

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