I can tell when she comes, the sound from her lips is sweet and loud and her pussy squeezes me. I follow her over that cliff, letting her milk every drop from my cock until we collapse together on the couch.
Madi wraps her arms around me and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
For a moment, I think I don’t deserve her sweetness, not when I’m still planning to ruin her family. Will she still want me after that? She says she hates them…but she also said she hated me and now look at her.
“What's going on?” she asks, tapping my forehead with her pointer finger. “I think you’re lost in here.”
She’s right. I am lost in my head. I thought fucking her would right me, but even that can’t clear the thoughts that Sam provoked. I was doing so well, keeping everything neatly organized, tucked away in their own mental boxes. But now it feels like everything has come out, chaos swarms around in my head and my plans feel muddy at best.
“I met your cousin Sam today.”
Madi’s lips form a perfectly round O. “Oh, and how did that go?”
I don’t answer her question. “If you had to pick a side…” I trail off, but Madi knows exactly where I’m going.
“Sam,” she says quickly, no hesitation. “I would pick Sam’s side.”
“Why?” I shouldn’t be surprised. She’s told me over and over what she thinks of her mother, and I saw firsthand how her brother treated her.
“Sam has always been good to me. He and John got Lana out of her arranged marriage; they actually care about us. My family just sees me as a pawn in their game. I trust Sam.”
Maybe she’s right, maybe Sam isn’t the bad guy, but he sure as hell isn’t the good guy. Is anyone in this family reallygood?There’s still blood on his hands.
“He wants me to go to New York City.” Madi’s eyes light up when I say it. That’s where Lana is. “He set Naz up with a family there that could help me get him out of prison. Would you like to go with me? You can see your cousin.”
“Yes,” she answers quickly with a blinding smile.
THIRTY
Madi
We’re going to New York City. I practically squeal with excitement every time I think about it. I get to see Lana! I haven’t seen her since the video call on my wedding day, and now I get to see her in person. I have a mental list running of all the things I want to tell her, starting with Adrian. I glance over at my husband.
We’re sitting on Sam’s private plane, and he’s lost in thought in the seat across from me, chin resting on his palm while he looks out the window.
Adrian was shaken up after he saw Sam in prison. I’m not sure what he said to him, but it left him reeling. Unbuckling my seat belt, I move from my chair to him, setting my weight gently on his lap. Instinctively, his arms come around me and his lips find my neck, pressing a chaste kiss in the space above my collarbone.
“Hi,” he murmurs softly.
“Hi,” I say back. “What’s going on?”
Adrian looks away, and I don’t think he’s going to let me in. And then he says, “Your cousin.” He sighs. “He got in my head.”
“How so?”
Adrian shakes his head. I can tell he’s going to shut me out again, that he doesn’t want to tell me whatever it is Sam did to get him stuck like this.
I slide out of his arms until my knees hit the floor of the plane. “Fine,” I say. “Don’t tell me. But let me help you then, get you out of here.” I point to his head.
A smile tugs at the corners of Adrian’s lips as he realizes what I’m doing. “Yeah?” he asks, eyes searching mine. “You want to take my cock, you needy girl?”
I grin as I unfasten his belt and pull his zipper down. Adrian helps me rid him of his pants and the boxers that are underneath until his cock is free in front of me.
I’ve never given a blow job before, so I try not to show any hesitation as I wrap my hand around his cock, squeezing gently as I pull up. Adrian groans, his head falling back onto the seat.
“Use your mouth,” he demands.
Slowly, I drop my head, extending my tongue to lick along the side of his cock, eliciting another groan from my husband.