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My screen lights up, alluding that Zane has hung up and Adrian is only ramping up.

“Were you saving all this cum for me,piccola diavola?” I feel Adrian breathe me in through each pump of his fingers. “You’re doing so well. Making sure my brother didn’t hear you beg for me.”

“What are you doing here?” I quaver, my tone low and rough from fighting back the reaction my body has already been receiving. “We didn’t have plans.”

“You said that you didn’t have time to drop what you were doing to serve me,” he replies huskily. “So I came to you.”

This is insane.

Am I going to be getting random visits from him now that we’re in this agreement? I don’t want to think of him showing up and stepping into my plans just because he begins to make this a thing.

“Adrian, you can’t be here.”

“It’s this or you coming to me,” he retorts matter-of-factly. “So choose.”

I’m beyond tired of histhis or that, but I can appreciate an option and Adrian not entirely ordering me around.

“Can you at least text me first?” I solicit softly.

“No,” he immediately retorts. “You’re mine,piccola diavola.I don’t need to make a special time for you. It justis.”

“Celine may walk in here any minute,” I argue. “And this?—”

“She’s preoccupied. And if you don’t come on my fingers and give me what I want, Elena…so are you.”

14

ADRIAN

I’m nota fan of Elena speaking to my brother in her free time.

In fact, it actually pisses me the fuck off that they can continue their childhood relationship into their adulthood and it seems as though nothing has changed.

Meanwhile, I’m still the villain who never had a free trial before I was convicted as the biggest piece of shit around.

Elena and I might be adults now, but she won’t let me in. She recalls everything I’ve done to her. More than likely recalls every time I’ve locked her in and out of something and it does nothing in my favor.

She doesn’t want to be my wife.

And I can’t keep on sitting around and waiting for her to figure it out. She doesn’t want to be the mother of my children and while I fully respect that is due to our long and dark past, I do have responsibilities I need to keep up. And that’s not waiting around for Elena to make up her mind.

If I can’t have her as my wife, I will make her mine in another form, which is why I came up with her being my mistress. Now, it’s just finding a woman who will take on being the mother ofmy children and not throwing a gasket while I’m fucking Elena over her.

Maybe I won’t need a mistress and my wife will be something I’ll want to go to bed with.

Highly unlikely.

Even though I’ve tried to go in optimistic and thought of Elena being a temporary fix that I’ll soon grow bored with. She did nothing but piss me off when we were kids. Now I have a full-blown organization to run and deals to make. I won’t have time for Elena’s whining.

Yet after not having a week of contact with her, I’m sure it was heaven in her eyes.

It was my peace offering to allow the idea to sink inside her head before I came to collect.

Or, rather, her coming to me.

Nonetheless, I find myself here at her place of business with my fingers deep inside her wet cunt, with her ass pressed against my cock. I’m not really complaining at this moment.

“Can you at least text me first?” she asks through these shallow little pants. For her sake, Elena should be glad that I didn’t hear them before we agreed that she wasn’t going to marry me. Because I may have changed my damn mind.

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