Page 16 of Dangerous Deception

“Exactly. You didn’t include any rules, any promises. You didn’t even include a request for divorce after a number of years. Honestly, I’m surprised and expected your daughter to be some kind of hag with how little you seemed to care.”

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I don’t care about my daughter,” Pascal snaps, pointing a thick finger at me. “She’s the only thing I care about!”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why you?—”

“I’d be careful, Pascal,” I interrupt cooly. “You’ve had a few drinks tonight, and I’m sure it was an emotional day for you, so I’ll let your little display of attitude slide. But you should know that I will treat Adelina how I see fit, within the terms you negotiated. Unless my money is no longer good enough for you?”

I watch the wheels turn behind Pascal’s beady, slightly watery eyes. Hindsight is a glorious thing, and maybe he regrets giving his daughter away like he would a piece of meat. That’s not my fault, though.

“My apologies,” he says after a long period of silence. “It’s the excitement of the day, you understand.”

“Indeed.” I move to my chair, and as I sit, I wave Pascal away. “The first payment will be in your account tomorrow. Go home, Pascal.” As I sit, I glance at him once more. “Unless you want to see Adelina first?”

“No, no, it’s quite alright.” The mention of money seems to have perked him up a little, and a curl of distaste moves through my chest as he hurries for the door. “Goodnight. And congratulations.”

“Goodnight.”

What an odd man. There’s something about Pascal that I don’t quite like—beyond the sale of his daughter—but I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe it’s a generational thing. As silence falls over my estate like a blanket, Vito sends a message stating that he’ll take Pascal home to ensure he makes it there safely.

We can’t take any risks. It’s already a surprise that the whole day went off without a hitch. Two families joining like that usually causes some kind of stir, but today was as quiet as a mouse. I should be grateful, but it merely makes me suspicious. The number of threats I receive daily highlights how strange it is that no one tried anything today.

I intend to look into it, but as I pull up the security cameras for the bedroom on the other monitor, Adelina catches my eye and all thoughts of late-night work flee my mind.

She stands in the middle of the room with her arms twisted up her back as she fights with the last bit of lacing keeping that wedding dress attached to her body. I shouldn’t watch but I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to the way she moves herself back and forth, and it’s amusing how she stomps around and twists herself back and forth while fighting with the lace. Anyone else in their right mind would ask for help, but she’s clearly committed to doing this by herself.

Her beautiful hair flips over one shoulder as she wrestles with the fabric and turns on the spot, and then she throws her head back in what I presume to be a victory cry by how her lips are parted. The dress finally gives away and falls from her body, and she immediately kicks it as far away as she can. She stretches her arms above her head, then moves her hands back and forth over her ribcage as if massaging the imprints that corset left behind.

In a strapless bra and panties, she looks so beautiful and my mouth runs dry.

How unexpected.

As I watch her sigh and move toward the discarded dress, my eyes trail over her body. She’s slim, with a small chest and wide hips. That dress accentuated her curves, but I prefer how she looks now. This is who she really is. Warmth curls in my lower gut, and the arousal I wrestled down earlier while kissing her in the bar comes back with a roaring vengeance. My pants tighten so quickly that it’s painful, so I quickly unzip myself and pull my cock out of my boxers before the restriction of fabric causes me any harm.

Then Adelina picks up a bottle of lotion from the dresser and begins lathering up her long legs. It’s difficult to watch and Iknow I should look away, but I can’t. With my cock in my fist, I’m utterly hooked by the way she angles one leg out, then bends over to lather the lotion all over her shin and calf. She strokes slowly, massaging muscles that are surely tired after such a day.

My cock twitches and my gut tightens like a punch.

Fuck.

My fist moves with a mind of its own, following the rhythm of Adelina’s own hands over her body. Down her leg, back up over her knee, and then up to her creamy, gorgeous thigh. I want that to be my hand. I want to feel how soft her skin is, how warm it is between her thighs and how silky the skin of her lower belly surely is. I want to trace her belly button, kiss her hip, and map out every rise and curve of her body with my tongue.

Her hands move over her abdomen, then up to her chest where she lathers the lotion over her shoulders and arms. Then she discards her bra, and her beautiful breasts are on full display. My cock twitches once more as I move my hand from tip to base, squeezing the shaft on each pass. On the camera, Adelina slides her lotion-covered hands over her breasts, and I lurch forward into my desk as a punch of pleasure catches me by surprise.

I’m hot. My suit is suffocating. My skin prickles with heat, and my cock aches for a satisfaction that my hand can barely provide. Pre-cum beads at the crown, and each pass of my hand slicks up my movements as I watch her lather and moisturize herself with slow, careful strokes. Then she slides her hands up to massage her back, and when her head falls back with her lips in the perfect O shape, my orgasm crashes over me with zero warning. I’m coming hard, my body rigid and only as a reflex remembering to grab a handful of tissues from the box. I can’t take my eyes off her, and as I’m in the throes of orgasm, I imagine how her nipples would feel against my tongue, how fasther pulse would thrum under my fingertips, and how hot her pussy would be if I had the chance.

“Fuck.”

Panting heavily, reality returns quickly as I clean myself up, but Adelina has other plans. She rummages around in the drawers set up for her and pulls out a large nightie that she immediately puts on. After dragging a brush through her hair, she yawns and crawls into the large four-poster bed. Just as I expect her to settle down to sleep, she lies flat on her back. The blanket dips as she spreads her legs, and one hand disappears under the sheet.

“Is she…?” I murmur softly, watching as her head settles to one side and her eyes close. The movements are subtle, but she suddenly bites her lip and arches slightly down against the mattress. Then she rolls onto her side, and her eyes flutter.

She’s playing with herself. Without me?

I can’t have that.

Turning the cameras off, I fix my clothes and immediately head up to the bedroom. I walk right in without knocking, and Adelina bolts upright as if she’s just been burned. With wide eyes and her hair slightly messy, her cheeks flare dark pink as she glares at me.

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