Bryson pulled Kaydon’s palm to his face, kissing it.
“You have to stop doing that,” Bryson said. “You want to feel pain? Go to Adria. No more of this shit.”
Kaydon’s expression was new to Bryson. Guilt? Shame? Defiance? Bryson couldn’t place it.
“I shouldn’t come to you?” Kaydon said playfully.
“Just stop,” Bryson said. “Can you do that?”
Kaydon’s smile faded, and he nodded, tucking his hand back into his body.
CHAPTER 19
FLIGHT TO POLANCO
Sliding into the leather seat beside Adria, Elena said, “Tell me about pops.”
Adria shook her head, a soft smile on her face. At first Elena was a little intense. But the more time she spent with her, the more Adria appreciated her filter, or lack thereof.
Elena was a strong, confident woman, and Adria could tell she never considered that a weakness. In truth, their escape would not have been possible without her.
Bryson’s sister was putting her life and her family’s life on the line to help them.
“I can tell you he doesn’t like being called pops,” Adria said.
“Would daddy be better?” Elena asked, her face wicked.
Adria broke out into a belly laugh. It was probably the first time she had laughed in months.
Tears welled in her eyes.
“What?” Elena said. “He works for a professional Domme, am I supposed to believe he isn’t kinky?”
Adria dried her tears. “He has some proclivities, but I’ll let him share if he wants to.”
“Does he date?” Elena asked.
“Are you and Sota open?” Adria asked.
Elena fidgeted, before leaning in conspiratorially. “We are best friends. But we aren’t romantically involved.”
Adria nodded, frowning. “That must be so hard.”
To be married to such a prominent mafia family, most men would be terrified to be with her. No matter what the truth was.
Eric was the one person Adria could think of who wouldn’t be scared of Sota. Too bad Adria didn’t think Elena was his type.
Physically, she didn’t fit the traditional curvy, large-breasted women Eric normally went for, but there was more to it. Years in Kink had afforded Adria a radar of sorts. She could tell if a person swayed Dominant, switchy or submissive.
And Elena radiated Domme.
Eric’s play preferences required submissives who yielded completely—putty in his hands. Basically, the opposite of Elena. It wasn’t a matter of strength; plenty of strong women leaned submissive. Adria just suspected Elena wasn’t one of them.
Adria contemplated telling Elena as Eric approached.
“Bryson needs to have his dressing changed. I thought maybe you could,” Eric said.
This time, Adria noticed Elena fixing Eric with bedroom eyes.
