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I thought it would be enough if I had her, but now I know better. It’ll never be enough, and I have no idea what I’m going to do about that, but that’s something I’m going to worry about later.

For now, I’ll satisfy myself with seeing Adriana cry out in pleasure a few more times. The night is long, and we have plenty of time.

CHAPTER15

Adriana

Pretend nothing happened.

Pretend nothing happened.

Pretend nothing happened.

Except, I can’t. Whenever I’m not doing anything, or even when Iamdoing something, I keep thinking about Salvatore’s hot kisses and his throbbing cock inside me.

We had one very wild night, and I’m never going to forget it. I haven’t even gotten fully dressed yet.

But instead of being over Salvatore, it’s like I’m even more into him. I had no idea about how hard his family life used to be. If I’d known, maybe I would’ve done something differently. I would’ve tried to talk to him. Maybe I would’ve gotten through to him.

But then what? What difference would it make? We were young and stupid, and so not ready to deal with anything complicated. It all sounds nice now, but young Salvatore would’ve probably laughed in my face and called me crazy.

When the door opens and Salvatore enters, a smile instantly appears on my lips as our gazes meet. I want to look away and stop grinning at him like an idiot, but he smiles back.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Did you get any sleep?”

I snort. “Not really, but whatever. We did something better.”

“We did.”

I open my mouth to tell him we could do it again, but then I bite down on my lip. Am I crazy?

But then again, maybe having sex with Salvatore a few more times would make him boring to me. Or am I just looking for an excuse because I want him to fuck me senseless again?

My body is still sore, but that doesn’t stop my arousal from waking up in an instant. What is happening to me?

“Do you have any news? About the drone and your uncle?” I ask, because I need to get my mind off sex as soon as possible.

The way Salvatore is looking at me makes me think we won’t be able to keep our hands off each other unless we find something else to occupy our minds.

“I do. My men’s search led to a guy who goes under the name Ismaele. I got in touch with him, and he says he has some information, but he wants to meet with me. In person,” Salvatore says, his gaze focused on my lips.

Can he stop staring at me like that? It’s distracting.

“It’s a trap,” I say. “What else did you find out about him? Who does he work for?”

“He’s a bit of a mystery. A guy for hire. Pay him enough money, and he’ll do anything.”

“Great. That makes him useless. Guys like that don’t share any info about their clients. You can get them to do anything for enough money, but they won’t give you any client info. If they talked, they’d be targeted by a whole lot of people, and no one would want to hire them again.”

“This guy might be different.”

I tilt my head at him. “Are you saying you’re considering meeting with him?”

“I am. He wants to do it in a public place. At a party, actually. On New Year’s Eve. It’ll be something like a party for couples. Fancy and expensive, so there won’t be too many people. We could go together, but I can find someone else to go with me. It’ll be perfectly safe. Too many witnesses and cameras for Ismaele to try something. It would be suicide.”

I grit my teeth. Another girl going with Salvatore? Pretending to be his girlfriend? Maybe giving him a New Year’s kiss?

Why does that bother me so much? Salvatore isn’t my real fiancé. We just had sex, and we won’t do it again.

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