Page 7 of The Broken Queen
He never made me feel anything other than desired. He was patient with me, adoring. Kind. So unlikethem.
The realization of how much I trusted Adrian blossomed in a very broken part of my heart, which is what had me moving to the floor, on my knees in front of him. Our chests heaved as we stared at each other.
A dark brow flicked up as he sipped from his mug as if he were challenging me. His pajama pants were tented, so I crawled between his legs and tugged them down, revealing his slick length.
“Presley,” Adrian warned, but I gripped his base and leaned forward to take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tip of him.
“Oh shit.” The dishes clanked as if he jumped and jostled the tray.
It only made me take him deeper, while working my fist around the thick base of him. His moans and gasps had me moving faster, gripping him firmly while lifting and swirling my tongue over him.
My eyes found his narrowed ones as I spit over the head of his cock and then used my fist to stroke him. He mumbled quiet Italian before gripping the back of my head and forcing me to remain where I was.
I’ve waited so long for you to want me like this.
I want you to choke on me. I want you to always want this.
He groaned deep while holding me there, and then began lifting his hips in slow, purposeful movements. I opened wide while his slick length slid in and out of my mouth, and he fucked me how he wanted to. His breathing was shallow, his strokes deep and fast until he froze and hot liquid began coating my throat. I tightened my grip on him and swallowed it all down.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.”
I hated that I missed the way the twins spoke. How filthy and degrading their words were, until that is, I realized they’d meant it all.
I sat back on my heels and watched as Adrian caught his breath and stared at me as if he’d just realized something. His eyes were bright, mouth parted, and right as he was about to say something, there was a knock at the bedroom door.
Adrian didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. Seconds later, the door opened, and Renzo walked inside. Adrian cursed while pulling his cotton pajama pants back over his semi-hard cock, and I gaped at his right-hand man while pulling my robe closed. Renzo glanced between where I kneeled on the floor and his boss reclined on the chair, then clenched his jaw.
“The fuck?” Adrian snapped.
Renzo had similar features to Adrian, but his eyes were brown, and his hair was darker. He was also bigger and blunter in places that Adrian was tapered and defined. Renzoglared at me, and I smirked back while swiping at the corner of my mouth before gently licking the tip of my thumb.
Renzo didn’t seem phased in the slightest. “Sorry, but there’s something you need to see.”
They didn’t bother speaking Italian around me anymore. I wasn’t sure if they caught on that I understood it, or if Scotty had somehow revealed that little tidbit, but they almost never spoke it in front of me unless it was useless chit-chat.
Adrian let out a heavy sigh before getting to his feet. “Is this about the names I sent you last night?”
Renzo tilted his head, as if he weren’t sure why his boss was speaking so freely in front of me. “No. It’s about a complication that requires your attention. Privately.”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed before taking my hand and helping me to my feet. He pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth and then stroked down the side of my face. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t get dressed.”
I crossed my arms watching them walk away, but before Renzo completely exited, I couldn’t help myself. I yelled at his back.
“Don’t forget, Renzo. I’m about to become his wife; you might need to get comfortable speaking around me. I won’t always be so willing to let him go off with you.”
Renzo froze mid-step and glanced over his shoulder. Adrian’s brows rose as he glanced between us. He spoke something I couldn’t hear, but Renzo’s smirk turned deadly as he faced me once more.
“Don’t forget,Presley, you may be marrying into the Addesso family, but you will never actually be an Addesso. Adrian would be wise to remember that.”
The men exited, shutting the door behind them and effectively freezing me in place.
No man in any crime family would speak of their boss that way, especially when he was within earshot. Not unless, of course, they were blood related and had a powerful role within the family.
Gio’s conversation came back to mind.
“Adrian has two brothers who travel with him, acting like security, butthey’re some of the most dangerous men in North America. Benni and Renzo Addesso are aware of every move Adrian makes, and they don’t make any decisions that aren’t unilateral. So the choice to place a hit on your father was made by Benni, but all three brothers agreed to it.”
It seemed as though I might have finally tugged at a thread in the Addesso family that might become their undoing.
