Page 114 of The Devil Can Be Kind

“Are you okay, baby?” I breathed.

She nodded, “Just go slowly.”

Our fingers threaded together on the pillow as I fucked her as slowly and as gently as I could.

The whole world fell into oblivion around us, until there was just Ada and me.

ADALYN

A vibrating sound buzzed somewhere near my head, and I groaned in irritation.

Something warm shifted beneath me and I became vaguely aware that the source of that warmth was in fact a rock-solid human chest. It took me another half a minute to rememberwhere I was, and more importantlywhoI was with… My pulse accelerated as the realization hit.

I felt an arm lift from the bed and the buzzing grew louder for a moment.

“What?” Marco’s gravelly, sleepy voice demanded. He paused before sighing, “Fine, we’re coming.”

I heard him end the call and felt it as he looked down at me. I cracked open an eye.

He smiled, and my heart stuttered. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

I felt like I was suddenly in some parallel fucking universe.

“We gotta get up.” I could hear the reluctance in his voice.

I nodded and sat upright slowly. “Do I have time to shower?”

“Yeah. Just make it quick.”

I nodded and got up.

I padded to the shower, turning on the water and standing under the stream, carefully washing away the remnants of last night from my body. Fifteen minutes later, I threw on a blue bandeau dress and met Marco at the door.

He was wearing his usual black suit trousers, but this morning he had chosen a snug fitting black polo instead of his normal shirt, showing off his thick arms and intricate black tattoos. He took my hand and flashed my favorite boyish smile that sent a tingle all the way down to my toes.

Our entourage of bodyguards were outside as we exited, and they escorted us through the halls of the villa, now lit with a stream of gentle, warm sunshine. The noise of quiet chatter and laughter reached my ears as we came through the reception area toward the hall for breakfast.

Just as we began to enter the room, Marco’s phone started ringing again, and he gestured for me to go in without him.

It didn’t take long for me to spot Jesse and Enzo at one of the tables and I was relieved to see that the bimbo twins from last night were notably absent.

“Where’s your girlfriend, Jess?” I mocked, taking a seat at the table.

He scowled around a bite of bacon. “Not my girlfriend and I donotcare.” He said, irritated by something but obviously unwilling to discuss it.

I shared a look with Enzo that clearly saiddo not ask.

Heeding his warning, I dropped it and ordered some orange juice, helping myself to a few pastries from the table.

“What is it with girls and commitment?” Jesse eventually voiced with a sigh. “You sleep with someoneone whole timeand they suddenly want your number, email address, and fucking social security.”

I rolled my eyes, “One, you’re in Italy not America, so I know she didn’tactuallyask you for your social. Two, you hooked up with a girl at awedding. Weddings can make us women go cray cray. It’s not our fault though, blame Hollywood and all their rom coms.” Jesse’s eyes widened as if I was speaking in pig Latin.

“Really? Jesus, what else don’t we know?” Enzo cut in, the astonishment in his voice also mirrored on his face.

It was like I was fucking Albert Einstein to these two.

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