Page 59 of Their Princess

I peeked at her. “It’s no place for a gir?—”

“Woman,” she corrected.

I nodded. “It’s no place for a woman like you.” The word still tasted sour on my tongue when talking about her.

“It’s exactly the place for me. It opened my eyes,” she said, running her thumbnail over the edge of her dress. “You know? My father thinks I’m a virgin.”

My breath hitched at the same time my cock twitched, betraying me. She was family for fuck’s sake. We were blood! “Adelina, I, ah, I’m, I probably shouldn’t have made you talk to me about this.”

She giggled. “Relax Rafe, Iama virgin, but only because the normal relationship shit doesn’t do much for me.”

“Oh,” was all I could say and then I scrubbed both hands over my face. This wasn’t the direction I expected things to go.

“With everyone fucking around the fire and then Sas and Kaos and apparently Graff—” She snickered. “I kinda want it like that. Dirty. Like the bunnies and prospects outside. Like how Sas acted when he had his hand in my hair and his lips on mine.”

She ran her hand over her swollen lips, and my gaze followed the movement. “I bit him, you know, and I think he liked that too.”

I turned away from her, unable to hear this anymore. I couldn’t believe my cock was reacting to this, straining in my pants. This was fifty shades of wrong, and I couldn’t seem to stop my reaction.

Blood gushed past my ears, my heartbeat alive everywhere in my body. Fuck. I searched for something else to think about. Anything at all.

But Adelina continued, “I wouldn’t have regretted it if Sas had taken me out there against the wall or if Graff watched or they wanted something more. Having them both want me. I think I like the idea.”

What else did she like? Me?

I looked down, trying to tame my terrible train of thought. I needed to get out of here, but the strain would still be there.

“Do I disgust you, Zio?” she asked.

“No,” came my clipped reply.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

“Adelina,” I breathed.

If only it were that simple. If she wasn’t in this position with Sas and the motorcycle club. And damn it, if I just wasn’t her uncle.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked, and a sob bubbled from her. “I know how gross it is. I shouldn’t have these thoughts. It’s wrong on so many levels. Forget it. We should both forget everything I just said. I’ll?—”

“No,” I cut her off.

I wanted to turn to her and hold her and comfort her, but my hard-on would give me away. My cock wanted to find a home in her, and I wanted my lips on hers. To find out what she tasted like and how she might scream in ecstasy when she exploded with her orgasm.

Everyone would know, and it would surely get back to my brother.

All the torture techniques our father taught him, Massimo would use on me. He would start with my cock and balls, using his blades to cut into me and make me squeal like a stuck pig. But I deserved every cut he would make for merely having theseoff-limits urges. Massimo would strip me bare and peel my flesh away until he finally killed me in the most painful and bloodiest way possible, and he would be justified in the torture.

Yet my cock thrummed, filled with blood. It was willing to risk pain for Adelina. But the sickest part: the rest of me wasn’t objecting like it should be.

“I’m sorry. You don’t want to hear all this stuff,” said Adelina. “It’s weird.”

“Adeli—” I cleared my throat. “I’m happy you trust me enough to tell me. And no, your urges aren’t weird. They’re natural.”

“They are?” Disbelief laced her words.

“Yes.”

“But—”

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