To quote Shakespeare, the devil works hard but Fleur Moretti works harder. A million thoughts and classy Italian swears whirred in my head, a certain few choicest languages of abuse that would put my Catholic mother in a coma if she ever heard them coming out of the mouth. I was practically marching down the hall at this point. My ridiculously painful Louboutins clanking on the marble floor. All I wanted was to take a hot shower and sleep for ages. I had enough of this foolery called my sister's wedding and the funny part was that the shit show hadn't even started. A deep sigh left my chest.
Room No. 202
I came to a stop outside it. The devil's prodigy's little chit game was nothing more than a good pain in the ass, a pain which I didn't like coming unless delivered by a particularly delicious-looking man. I jerked my head off so hard that I almost felt it dislodging from my neck.
"Cazzo!", I muttered under my breath. I needed to keep myself sane the last thing I wanted was to fall prey to yet another capo. The very thought of it sends shivers down my spine.
"Micia! If you're so good at twisting the life out of your little bag's strap, I can think of a hitjob or two, I can employ you for," a deep voice chuckled behind me (if his gravelly, low laugh could be called a chuckle). There in flesh and bone was standing the man of my nightmares.
"Adrian."I almost spat. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your grace, My liege?"
"Move. You're blocking my way." With a simple flick of his veiny hand, he pushed me aside as if I were a doll made out of feathers. He took out his room card and proceeded to unlock the door behind me.
"Hey! Hey! Excuse me! That's my room you're barging into. And who the hell gave you that key anyway." Before I could do anything he shut the door behind me so hard, it echoed in the empty hallway. I tried to pry it open but the man had locked it from the inside.
" Fleur Isabella Moretti! Getcha ass over here!" I shouted for her name like a drowning man. I kept shouting until I was certain that the whole island and all the fishes in the sea had clearly heard my name. The traitor appeared before my eyes within five minutes, barefoot and sweating in her silk dressing gown, a strap falling down her shoulder and her hair up in curlers, with her face smeared in a black charcoal mask.
" What the fuck happened, bitch?" She shouted in my face.
"First of all, you look so ridiculous that I totally forgot what I had summoned you here for." I couldn't help but laugh like a hyena. This clearly angered her more as she screamed at me in her annoying high-pitched voice, "Cellina!"
"Coming back to the matter at hand, WHY AND HOW ON THIS SWEET EARTH COULD YOU LET THAT PEZZO DI MERDA INTO MY ROOM!"
"What kind of 'my' room charade are you moaning about? It's his room, too you dumbfuck. Hellooo!", she knocked a very bony knuckle on my forehead.
She pressed the bell of what was clearly 'my' room, temporarily hijacked by my mortal enemy. "Adrian it's me, Fleur! The bride whose wedding you're here for, kindly open the door so that I can throw this trash I call my sister in there."
"Not happening." In came the monotonous reply.
"You have to since we have no rooms left on the property except for the janitor's." She grinned devilishly at me. If she weren't my sister, I would have snapped her neck into two right at this moment.
"Tell Princess that she might have to share a room with mops and buckets! Finally, something to tone down that foul attitude." I had enough of this motherfucker.
"Oh NO NO NO! You don't get to show me that attitude! Open the goddamn door or I am gonna..." Before I could put my MMA skills to good use, Alessio, my sister's soon to be lawfully wedded husband literally appeared out of thin air and with a firm hand on my wrist stopped me from giving a bloody nose to my adversary.
"Open up."
And lo and behold, the devil came out wearing a bored expression.
"This is MY wedding. And if I sense you making the slightest of attempts at either talking down to MY WIFE or HER FAMILY, I will burn the very hand you touch them with, cut off the very tongue you belittle them with, and if those barren nuts of yours ever twitch the slightest for the women of MY family, rest be assured the sharks will have a distasteful dinner that night," Alessio practically growled at this point.
"Too late my balls are already claimed by her." In the flash of an eye, Adrian pulled me into the room, and with the other free hand, he pulled my luggage in, even before Alessio could go forward with all the threats of mutilation he had just given mere seconds ago.
He pinned me so hard against the bedroom door, that I cringed in pain as my head hit the solid surface. His tattooed hand grabbed the base of my chin in a death grip, his fingers digging deep within my cheeks. A stray stand had escaped my tightly pulled ponytail, he blew it away gently, cooling my face in the process. His pursed lips were distracting me from staring directly into his icy blue ocean eyes.
What little defiance I could hold up to him was soon slipping away from my hands like sand. I needed to assert myself. I had to be strong. I tried to mutter, "I...I don't...you..." I was brought back into the moment, the minute he stooped down to my neck level, my breath hitched and my voice choked up as words betrayed me. As if he didn't have all my attention, he moved closer, I tried to take a step back which wasn't possible, seeing as it is he had trapped me like a prey in his vice like grip. He leaned forward as if to kiss me and I flicked my head to the side to avert his advance but it seemed as if stealing a simple kiss was not Adrian de Luca's style. Before I could use up all my energy to push away his rock hard body, he bent and licked the sweat off the nape of my neck.
"Mmhmm...Perfect," he mumbled against my neck his voice muffled by the fact that he was now nibbling on my skin ever so slightly. I was so stunned by what was happening that all my voices of protest drowned as I tried to stifle a whimper. My hands didn't know what to do as my tightly held fists till now, started to ease and open up. His lips were surprisingly so soft, it felt as if I was tickled by feathers.
What was initially gentle, was slowly assuming a sort of urgency to it as he bit me, a sweet pain spreading from my neck to my core. A deep warmth had started to settle in a pool of melted desire somewhere deep in my belly. I shuddered as he bit the same spot again. His one hand was still gripping my chin but the other hand let go of the luggage handle and proceeded to trace a path from my waist going further southwards.
I was wearing a pair of thin cotton shorts and my panties were slick with the juices he was making me produce.
"You!" I almost spat out.
"You..." he slurred in a drunken stupor.
"You don't get to ruin me!"
"Sorry, already have," he barely whispered as he slid my wet panties off to expose my glistening pussy.
"You're going to be screaming my name Cellina Vittori
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The Black Silk
Romance"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺'𝘴 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘌..." Adrian de Luca is...
