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“Mia cara?” I began, but she already had her hands on my belt, undoing that and my pants. I wanted to stop her, but then she had her hand on my cock. All words and things I should’ve done were gone, especially as she put wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and flashed her eyes up to meet mine.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

ADELINA

My father didn’t havetime to make a comment about my tattoo because I was running behind after Sas’s gift, Graff’s gift, and then... Rafe. He lingered behind me before ducking his head to the side and heading into the church. The music was already playing as I scrambled to take my father’s arm.

After the episodes in my dressing room, my hair had to be repined, and my makeup needed to be touched up. It had been incredibly hard when my hands had been shaking. Even now, I trembled.

My father tapped my hand. “Don’t be nervous, Adelina.”

Of course that was what he thought. It wasn’t that I had my thighs pressed together and a vibrator in my pussy. The wedding march started, it buzzed, and I cringed, faltering a step at the end of the aisle. My father tightened his grip on me, but my knees were rubbery. If I didn’t have him to lean on, I would’ve fucking fallen.

“Keep steady,” growled my father as we started down the aisle.

Sas waited at the opposite end of the aisle, towering like a redwood between the priest and Graff. It was so weird to see himnear a priest because never in a million years would I accuse Sas of being religious.

However, he cleaned up good. Too good. Or maybe my encounter with him after the rehearsal dinner swayed my point of view. Someone even got him into a bowtie for this, though he still wore his cut and boots rather than a tuxedo jacket and dress shoes. The look fit him. And moreover, it fit me now. So much that my stomach twisted just from looking at him waiting for me.

Another jolt rocked my body for a split second, and I was thankful for my father’s strong grip on me. It was the only time in my life I’d been able to lean on him when I thought I might fall. And then he spoke and soured the moment.

“It’s too late to go back now,” Papà whispered.

I had no plans to as I stepped toward my future husband. There was only lust for now, but after last night, I could see a glimmer of light in the dark abyss. Plus, he was letting me have Graff. Giving him to me in a gorgeous, enormous package. I’m not sure what I expected from a marriage, but it wasn’t a union that would allow me multiple partners that could meet different needs in very different ways.

Sas would be my rough and demanding lover. Graff, my artist lover... someone who would hold me in one breath and fuck me silly in the next.

I glanced from the corner of my eye, and Rafe stood in the shadows of the room. He watched me under his dark eyelashes, monitoring my every movement. He seemed to know me better than I knew myself, and he would give me all the protection and stability I’d never known I craved.

The vibrator quivered again inside my pussy, and I tried not to falter. Thankfully, my long skirt hid the juices running down my legs. I faced forward as the vibrations jostled my cunt. Sas had one hand hidden behind his body as he flashed a grin.

What a bastard.

But he wasmybastard. All three of them were.

He rotated his wrist, flashing the controller, and another zing of pleasure rushed through me. I swallowed a small whine, fighting the urge to jerk. My father was already watching me too closely.

Sas and Graff shared a look, Sas nudging his side. Graff always smiled, but he managed to keep his face a little closed off now. Everyone was staring at us—well, me—and they might notice. Though, they wouldn’t know what would be happening between my thighs when Sas hit that button.

Furthermore, I really didn’t need Caterina to get any ideas.

My father stopped us below the steps, and Sas stepped down, skipping three steps. He waited for my father to pass me off. Wasn’t that always how it went for women?

Passed off from one man to another?

Today, the notion didn’t bother me so much.

I was relieved to get away from my father and happier to take Sas’s hand. His long fingers enveloped and dwarfed mine. He moved it to guide me up the stairs, but I couldn’t lift my foot onto the first stair before Sas hit the button again, and the buzzing of the vibrator rocked through my pussy.

A grunt escaped, and my muscles froze as my eyes cut up and sideways to meet his amused look. Holding down the button for a long time, a shit-eating grin spread across his face. A devilish glint reflected in his eyes.

How perfect for a Catholic church. I was letting the literal devil into my pussy. Pleasure rushed through me, and I clamped my lips shut, swallowing moan after moan. It was becoming too much. It would break me, and I would fall, seizing on the floor with pleasure.

I glared at Sas, wanting to yell at him, but if I unlocked my jaw, the sounds that would come would be anything but angry. I couldn’t screech in front of a church full of people.

Suddenly, he looked away, and the buzzing stopped. I could finally breathe, but my breath hitched as one of my father’s capos rushed down the aisle. Bright Las Vegas light leaked in, bringing in the heat—as if I wasn’t sweating enough—and the guards straightened, reaching for the guns at their sides.

The MC jolted up from the pews too. Everyone went on guard, eyes wide and scanning the crowd. I tore my gaze away from Sas and Graff. My father had his head bent as Gio Barone stepped up and whispered in his ear.

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