Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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The salty air filled my lungs as I stepped out of the car, moved to Giulia's door and opened it. "What's going on?" She questions and takes my hand to exit the vehicle. She gasps, "The party is on a yacht?"
I held my laugh and nodded. "You like it?" I placed my hand on the small of her back, resisting the urge to slide my hand to her smooth ass. Fuck, I would take her right there against the hood of the car, but I'd have to kill everyone who witnesses it.
"I mean, I've never been on a yacht, and you haven't made me go to the beach to swim." She stares in awe at the white beauty on the water.
"You'll see plenty more of this one." Her red lips part, and she stares at me like I meant the world to her. Could she see it too in my eyes? Because she fucking meant everything to me-my weakness and my love. My heart couldn't stop reminding me that I had fallen in love with this woman. I was sure of it the moment Antonio placed her hand in mine. "I get to love you..." All of her, forever.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She shivers, and I open the backseat to retrieve a box.
"What it means isthat you will see more of your wedding gift."
"You bought me a yacht as a wedding gift?" She choked. "Adrik!"
"I did, and I'm asking, do you like it?" I grab the fur coat, and she gapes at it in my hand. "Stretch your arms for me, Malyshka."
"You got me an expensive engagement ring, a yacht- How much does this ring cost too?" I know Graff and their diamonds aren't cheap. Whatever they charged, I paid for. I asked for the Lesedi La Roni diamond on my woman's ring, so I paid for it.
"It's customised, woman. Now, allow me to put this coat on you. Your nipples are poking through the fabric of that dress."
"That's on you." She rolls her eyes and lets me put the coat on. "I didn't get you anything." She groans, looking at the people who climb onto the yacht. Half of these people were the security detail I put in place. Some were her family, mine and the brotherhood with their wives.
"Maybe we could compromise," I whispered, and she shivered. I smiled against her temple, knowing she knew just what I meant.
"How?" Her soft voice enveloped me before gripping my cock.
"What are you offering, wife?" She shivered, glancing around to ensure no prying ears were near.
"I could suck your cock now." She licks her lips, watching me with those sultry orbs that shine under the moonlight. "No one can see us from here. I'll be quick and quiet." I almost exploded my load in my boxers. I'd forgotten how dirty this woman can get when she wants my dick.
I watched around, knowing I'd decline my horny wife's offer. Fuck! It felt good, knowing she was my wife. I don't think I'd ever get over it.
"I'd like to fuck that mouth and come down that throat, but I don't want lipstick on my cock. We have a party to go to." That was a bullshit excuse. I didn't care if her lipstick got on my dick. I've got wipes in the glove compartment-perks of being a cold-blooded killer.
