'nothing sweeter than the sound of defeat'
22 year old Adora Perez and 20 year old Emilio Luca constantly battle the struggle of trying to hide their relationship.
A forbidden relationship.
With Emilio leading his fathers mafia and Adora's father...
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The tension in the car was thick, I now knew that Adora wanted this as badly as I did. The hotel was about 45 minutes away and my patience was wearing thin.
Adora pushed my buttons the whole dinner, making it tempting to take her right there at the restaurant. Between little snarky comments and the mischievous smile she was giving me I was loosing all of my control and I knew she liked it. I liked it too.
"Thank you for dinner Emilio", I could feel her eyes soaking me up inch by inch. "You're welcome Adora."
"Did I do something?" Concern lacing her voice as she still looked at me.
"Adora you're doing everything to me, I can't control myself with you."
"Then don't" She said leaning back in her seat, making sure to bite her lip.
I stepped on the gas speeding off to the hotel with nothing on my mind other than Adora.
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"Thank you", I said to the office man that just handed me my keys.
I walked with anticipation to the elevator with Adora on my hip. "Come on beautiful", I wrapped my arm around her waist resting my hand on her lower back.
I could feel the heat radiating off of her body with need. Her body craves my touch. Her body reacts in every way to my touch. I want to be the cause of her undoing.
We stepped into the elevator and I clicked the top floor and we started descending to the presidential suite.
The elevator dinged and I let her take a step off before I did. Her long brown hair flowed down her back and I couldn't wait to grab a fist full of it.
"Would you like anything?" I ask after opening the door immediately heading into the kitchen. This was the best and biggest building I could find and I knew she would be safe here.
The walls were plastered with black and white marble and the dark modern essence felt secluded.
"Water please", she said as I reached for two small cups making sure to pour some of the whiskey I had requested.
I walked back with her water and my whiskey in my hand. The angel in front of me was looking out of the floor to ceiling windows not paying attention.
I handed her the water and gently wrapped my hand around her waist. "Thank you", she says and I take a drink letting the burning feeling of the whisky soak up my throat.
