“I’m going to come...”she whimpered, pressing her head against the wall like she wanted to seek solace from it so badly.
“Come with me,” I grunted.
My muscles locked tightly.I felt her go stiff against me, releasing a long cry.Our releases clashed, consuming us until the world faded beneath us.I came inside her, pressing a kiss to her hair.
Her body went limp against mine, but she didn’t move.We both relished in what it felt like to be that connected.
Andrea craned her face to the side, wrapping her palm around my neck to kiss me so sweetly, so softly.It made me fucking melt against her.
“This is temporary, you know?”she whispered.
“You shouldn’t have caught the eye of the devil.Now that you have, I’m never letting you go.”
Chapter Seven
Andrea
The worst thing I could do for myself was to shoot myself in the head—oh, and accompany Lillian and Sofia to the bridal shop to try on bridal dresses.I wasn’t willing to go, but Papa claimed I was being unsupportive.Right now, I think I’d rather shoot myself in the head or drown myself in acid than endure this unbearable gathering for one more second.
But then, deep down, I knew the reason I came with them wasn’t because Papa insisted.I could stand my ground and refuse to come.It was because I was avoiding Luciano.
I couldn’t bear being around Luciano after the stunt that Sofia pulled.I didn’t want to think about what he must think of me.The other night, when he told me he was okay with not having kids, what we were doing felt so real.But he was lying.That was all men did.He wanted my cunt, and he lied to get it.So I adopted his method.I had only been around whenever I needed to be fucked.
He knew I was avoiding him but hadn’t said anything.It was better this way.No one would get hurt.
“Ugh, someone get this fidgeting bitch out of here,” Sofia screeched.
I didn’t bat an eyelid.“Get her out yourself.”I flipped the bridal magazine in my hand to the next page.
A pillow landed on my head.
“Mama, did you hear that?”I was forced to look to see Lillian glare at me from where she was standing beside a rack full of wedding gowns.
The young lady in a cream chiffon dress and ballet flats looked like she was about to pee her pants.Her boss had left strict instructions for Sofia to be attended to and provided the utmost care—perks of being a VIP customer.She was new and didn’t want to lose her job.But sadly, she didn’t understand that trying to satisfy Sofia was like pouring water into a basket.
“If you know you won’t be supportive, you might as well get out of here,” Lillian fired.
