"Can you taste yourself,cara? Do you like it?"
I shake my head but he must see a different answer on my face because he chuckles. He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist as he backs me against the wall. My arms are stretched tight and I'm forced to lean into him.
He thrusts into me in one fluid movement, stretching me in the way I've come to love.
"Fuck. So tight." He grits the words out.
He squeezes my ass as he drives his cock into me at a furious pace. I clench my pussy in time with his thrusts. He groans, the sound setting off something deep inside me. As he fucks me even harder, my third orgasm of the day hits me. I stretch my fingers out, grasping at air as I struggle to cope with the pleasure. My scream is muffled by the panties in my mouth.
Adriano pulls out of me. He lifts me from the hook and sets me down on my knees.
"Watch!" he commands.
I look up, mesmerized by the way he strokes his cock, handling himself more roughly than I would ever dare to. He throws his head back and with an animalistic cry, he reaches his climax. I jerk back in surprise as his cum splatters across my face.
It's a mortification I wasn't ready for. Tears spring to my eyes. Adriano reaches down to caress my cheek. I think at first he's comforting me but then I realize he's spreading his seed over my face.
As he releases my wrists from their bonds and pulls the panties from my mouth, I drop onto all fours. I glance up at Adriano who's staring at me, something odd in his expression that I can't decipher.
"I'll be back in two days," he says. "Remember this moment."
As he walks away I won't forget this moment in a hurry. He wanted to humiliate me just now. The question is why. I didn’t do anything wrong. Perhaps that’s the problem.
SEVENTEEN
Eliza
Simone is a more generous jailer than Adriano. Since he took over guard duties he hasn't locked my door once. Okay, it's only been a day, but I appreciate him for not being heavy-handed all the same.
Without Adriano up my ass every two seconds, I've had the chance to explore the house a little more and I've revised my initial opinion. I don't dislike the décor, I loathe it.
If I had matches I'd burn the place down, though realistically it's more likely to melt given the amount of synthetic material that's been used.
As I sit in the media room on a black leather sofa trying to find a movie I want to watch out of the small pool of about ten thousand available to me, I realize two things.
The first is that I should trust Adriano with what I know about Marton Vida. I'm confident he'll believe me when I say I never wanted any harm to come to Gabriele.
The second thing I realize is that Adriano was an asshole to me yesterday morning because he's scared about what'shappening between us. I can't blame him. It's way too fast, like instalove or something.
But I can't deny the pull between us and it's up to me to coax him into accepting it. A big bad mobster like Adriano can't be expected to come to terms with his feelings all by himself after all.
In the end, I settle forThe French Connection. I like these gritty old crime movies and it seems apt with Adriano in Marseille. I've just figured out how to turn up the volume when the door opens and a man I don't recognize walks in.
He's in his mid-twenties with sandy hair. He's scruffily dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and looks like he hasn't seen a razor in a week. He closes the door behind him and that's when alarm bells start ringing in my head. A man who's here for a friendly visit wouldn't need to close the door.
I get to my feet before he reaches me.
"Sit down," he says. "I just want to talk."
Like hell he does. He's twitchy, his eyes darting around the room and I don't like the way he's rubbing his arm. Whatever his purpose is here, he’s not entirely at peace with it. There’s an air of desperation surrounding him and that makes him dangerous.
"Where's Simone?" I ask. My jailer slash bodyguard was in the kitchen not long ago, fixing himself a sandwich. Surely he’ll realize there’s an intruder in the house?
"Busy." He takes a step toward me. "I have a message for you. From some people who've been looking for you for a while. They want to talk. You have to come with me."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"It's not really a request." He takes another step. "You've been a problem for a long time. They'd like to resolve it."
