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This was the fanciest restroom I had ever fucked someone in too.

Adelina didn’t squirm, just absorbed all the sensations I gave her with her head thrashing back and forth. Lifting her hips, Ifitted Adelina better on my cock at my raised angle. Her hips and lower back no longer touched the floor. Her hair fell around her head as I lifted up on my knees and plowed into her. Her slick pussy clenched around my cock, trying to milk me. She was so close to coming again.

With one of my arms wrapped around her hips, I reached up and grabbed the front of her little dress. In one swift motion, I ripped it from her body and then grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I hadn’t been able to do this when I had her bent over the table. Now, I wanted all of her breast, kneading it. Her nipples were perked, a light pink compared to her dark areolas. Much like her lips. She panted and squealed as I rolled her nipple again, twisting it until I knew it hurt.

Adelina came again. Her juices glistened across my cock, and she screamed out. While the upper half of her body withered on the floor, her hips jerked and ground. Her body was hungry for more. Funny how her body and mind went to war.

The princess would never admit how she craved my cock and how good I made her feel, but the proof was right in front of me.

She took a deep breath, and I pulled out of her. My cock was covered in her cum. It dripped off the tip, mixing with the precum bead on my purple head. My balls clenched, aching for the release. Adelina stretched out on the floor, starry-eyed, as I lowered her ass to the floor. I pushed to my knees and straddled her around the waist, then pressed her tits together and thrust my wet cock between them.

She barely had time to look as I fucked her breasts, and when she did, she watched with wide, fascinated eyes. Her arms were out to the side, like she was creating a snow angel, and when I was done, she would be wearing pearls just in time for the wedding.

I pumped my hips harder, and the orgasm just about knocked me over. I came all over her chest. My cum splattered out in thick ropes and ran into her dark hair fanned out on the carpet.

She was mine, marked, and I dared anyone else to say otherwise as I roared through the aftershocks.

Adelina dragged her finger through my cum, and I fucking thought for a second she would put in her mouth and lick it off. Instead, she flicked it back at me. I was about to flip her over and spank her when she said, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but after tomorrow, I guess I’m yours.”

“Not exactly,” I said, still kneading her full breasts. “You’re... ours.”

I wouldn’t share my plans for our little princess yet, but soon.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

RAFE

I almost forgothow to breathe as Adelina stood in her wedding dress in the dressing room of the Guardian Angel Cathedral. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected her image back to me at every angle. Her mother and sister flitted around like hummingbirds, plucking at her dress and hair the same way the stylists had done before Neomi shooed them out.

This was a family day, and the staff were no longer necessary. I was surprised Neomi didn’t send me away too, but she had likely forgotten I was in the room. Silently, I stood in the shadows, half hidden in the corner.

I wish I could thank the military for teaching me that tactic, but I learned to hide and remain quiet as a kid, owed to my bone-deep fear of Adelina’s Nonna Petra. At least she wouldn’t be at the wedding today. I honed the skill of being present but not really there after my discharge by accompanying Adelina and Caterina to several clubs around Vegas, serving as their bodyguard.

The assignment had been as much my choice as Mass’s. The need to keep Adelina safe drove me and then stayed with me, even on the day she would marry into the MC.

“You may feel nervous walking down the aisle with everyone’s eyes on you,” said Neomi, yapping without saying much. Perhaps she felt it would fill the tense void in this room. “You may feel like your head’s swimming and your heart will explode; maybe like you’ll fall?—”

“Oh please fall,” said Caterina, examining her nails by the window. “It would be hilarious and break up the stuffy affair.”

“Caterina!” snapped Neomi. “Do not make me kick you out of here.”

“Please...” Caterina stood and curtseyed. “Let me do that for you, Mamà.”

Caterina stood, and her bridesmaid dress fell around her ankles. She clearly hated the length, especially for how many times she had already hiked the hem up around the capos.

She rolled it up again, revealing a slit up her thigh that was not appropriate for a minor. Neomi chased her to the doorway, torn between chasing her wanton teenage daughter or helping her secretly wanton elder daughter.

Finally, Adelina’s mother stopped and looked at her daughter then spread her arms for a hug.

Despite any differences they may have had, Adelina moved into her mother’s embrace.

“We’ll be out there, Adelina,” Neomi said. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” She turned and rushed after Cat, and the door closed.

Adelina didn’t even look over her shoulder as her mother left.

Neomi often had to chase Caterina when she wasn’t being Massimo’s perfect wife or doing one of her many charitable duties. Of course she didn’t have to work, because money from the family businesses kept her more than comfortable. She spent hours praying and tithing, anything to repent of both her sins and my brother’s. I guess it’s hard to earn your keys to heavenwhen living the life of a mobster’s wife. Caterina would have the same fate one day.

Adelina could have had that life too, if Mass hadn’t sold her off to Sas. Not that she seemed to mind.

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