Page 17 of Dangerous Deception

“What the hell? Don’t you knock?”

“Why would I knock to enter my own room?” I ask casually.

“Your room?” Her mouth falls open. “This is where they told me to sleep. I didn’t know it was the wrong room.”

“No, this is the right room,” I reply, shedding my tie.

Her hands are still under the blanket and when she spots me looking, she quickly puts them above the blanket and pulls the covers tight around her. “The right room?”

“We’re sharing a room,” I say, placing my suit jacket on the chair near the door.

“What?”

“Why are you so surprised? We’re married.” My shirt is next, and Adelina does a terrible job at trying not to look at me or my bare chest.

“That… that doesn’t mean we should be sleeping in the same bed!”

I drop my trousers, standing in just my boxers as she once again looks down my body and then away as her cheeks turn red.

“You’re welcome to sleep on the floor,” I say tiredly. “I don’t care. I’m tired and I’m going to sleep.”

Her mouth opens and closes while she repeatedly looks at me and then looks away. Staying in just my boxers, I slide into my side of the bed and quickly get comfortable.

Adelina scoffs sharply, but she doesn’t leave. Instead, she scoots to the far end of the bed on her side and folds her arms across her chest after ensuring the blanket is tucked around her.

“Goodnight,” I say, and I turn out the light, barely able to hide my smile. I’m pretty certain I interrupted her at the right time so she couldn’t finish playing with herself, which means it will torment her all night long.

“Night,” comes her irritated voice through the dark.

As I expect, she isn’t able to lie still. Her shifting is subtle at first as if she’s trying not to draw attention to herself. Adelina tosses one way, then the other. Her legs seem to have a mind of their own and constantly shift as she struggles to get comfortable amid the denied state I’ve left her in. She repeatedly sighs, growing louder and bolder when she presumably thinks I’ve fallen asleep. It continues until I can’t take it anymore.

“Adelina.” Rolling over in the bed, I catch her arm in the dark and pull her closer to me while she squeaks in protest, but before she can speak, I roll on top of her and shove my thick thigh between her legs. “Beg me and I’ll help you come so we both can sleep.”

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ADELINA

Ishould say no.

I should push him off.

I should tell him never to touch me ever again because he disgusts me.

Unfortunately, I don’t want to do any of those things.

Maybe it’s because I’m in a rosy mood because of the alcohol mingling with the exhaustion of the day and the horniness in my blood. Maybe it’s because I watched him undress and realized Raffaele is sculpted like a Greek god underneath that suit. Maybe it’s because I was so close to orgasm when he barged in here and interrupted me, and my pussy has been throbbing ever since.

Maybe it’s just because I can.

The dark is so consuming that I can’t even see his outline above me. All I can feel is his bare, muscular chest pressing down onto mine and his forearm brushing my cheek from where his arm must be pressed next to me. He’s so close, and yet I see nothing.

I just feel his warmth, his body aligning with mine and his thick, muscular thigh pressing between my legs. It takes all ofmy strength not to roll my hips down onto him, and I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying yes.

But I want it.

I want to come and let the stress of the day fade away. I want to lose myself in real pleasure rather than the small burst I experienced down at the bar.

And maybe, just maybe, this is a dream.

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