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Blah, blah, blah.I smiled at him as my hand reached the V at the top of Adelina’s thighs.

She spread her legs like a good little slut.

“We are expanding our reach.” A smile curled on Massimo’s lips until he was practically beaming.

He could’ve been an animal frothing at the mouth, but his daughter was the little minx. Her panties drenched as I touched her. Pushing her panties to the side, I slid a long finger down between her folds.

Adelina’s breath caught and her lips parted, the only sign something was happening. She took another sip of wine as I pulled my finger up through her slick juices.

“We are expanding our loyalty into new territories and new businesses.” Massimo raised his glass to Wilde. “To partnerships.”

As the formalities went on, I pushed my finger down and up the little princess’s wet slit, and her inner walls pulsed like she wanted it inside.

“Not yet, kitten,” I whispered.

Wilde waited for a long time before raising his glass and answering, “To partnerships.”

Cheers went up around the table and I thrust my finger up and down to the rhythm of the clapping, and with only a few strokes more, slick liquid gushed from Adelina. She had her teeth on the glass and her eyes were half-lidded. I drew up my finger and licked it.

Then, I grabbed the back of her neck and slammed my mouth to hers, kissing her hard so she could taste her cum.

The others around the table cheered, and Adelina whined into my mouth.

I broke the kiss, grinning at our audience. The plan was set, and I was getting married tomorrow.

Chapter Thirty-Five

SAS

After dinner,Massimo stood. “Please, enjoy the dessert and the after-dinner cordials.” He snapped his fingers to one of the wait staff. “We’ll take brandy in my office.”

I was itching to get out of here and take Adelina with me. We would get into that elevator alone and descend the floors as I fucked her brains out. Her screams would echo up, and her father dearest would hear us.

Instead, Massimo waved at Wilde to follow him, and the Prez looked at me and tipped his head.

Fuck. I was stuck at this party for longer, Adelina flittering away from me to act like a social butterfly. I should’ve left a mark on her skin to claim her as my own.

“Here.” Graff extended another glass of wine to me. “You look like you need it.”

“Why do we get the bad shit?” I took the glass of wine, anyway.

I wanted whiskey, but I would take any alcohol tonight to numb the anger, especially as Adelina kissed another man on the cheek. They laughed like old friends.

“I think this is very expensive.” Graff sipped his wine.

“It is.” A woman—no, definitely a teenager—popped up around us, beaming and fluttering her eyelashes like she was mid-seizure.

She was short but had an Italian look similar to Adelina. Regardless of her age, she carried a glass of wine too and swayed a little where she stood.

She sipped again; her teeth lined with purple as she smiled. “It’s a Bolgheri Sassicaia from our vineyard in Tuscany.”

Blah, blah, blah,her words came out as if I knew jack shit about wine. I raised my brows and lowered my chin.

“The fuck are you?” I asked.

I think it was out loud, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Swirling the liquid in her glass like an old pro, she glanced briefly at me and then strategically positioned herself to trap Graff against the wall. “Having fun?”

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