The Black Silk

Chapter 5🖤✨

This man has developed a liking to make me feel flustered and revolted all in one go. And god knows why this traitorous body goes limp and dripped with lust at one sight of him.

This body doesn't learn from its mistakes.

"Cellina Vittori, get a hold of yourself. You have faced this once, you are not to drown in this puddle again."

Pushing back my thoughts and the necessary rant with myself, there was only an hour left for the beach party Fleur and Alessio had planned.

Fleur had conceded to me the reason behind this party, it was like a thank you for the guests who showed their presence and as well as a power play in the world in which we belonged. Getting in the shower, I marveled at the beauty.

It was a floor-to-wall glass ceiling with a serene beach view trees aligned into the sight perfectly just waiting to be painted. And the sun was the cherry on top of the cake.

Taps had a touch sensor and were in Renaissance gold with walls painted in pastel green color. I got my bathtub filled and just laid the tub relaxing with a glass of champagne by my side.

I got out of the bathtub and wrapped myself in the luscious peach-coloured bathrobe. The peach color of the robe reminded me of having packed my most scanty outfit I had with me.

I entered the walk-in closet and opened my suitcase to bring out my peach-colored sarong wrap paired with a matching peach-frilled triangle bikini. When I adorned it my abs were visible of which I was very proud. It took my blood sweat and tears to have those.

I have always had a liking to have abs either on me or someone else who is MINE, but sadly this was also a mere myth Nico proved it to me.

"Fluer must have planned something crazy, which I am sure would not be subtle in tone or adhering to society's rules and not to my liking. But, I can look my the best version of myself, can't I?" Giving myself a pep talk after dressing I went to the beach as the sister's bride I could not be late.

I was the first to reach the venue, or so I thought, but the Devil himself was seated on the couch like he owned the land and sky.

Though the island was owned by his family, so technically he was the king here and I was a mere team leader.

I recognized him through his muscular tone and broad shoulders as if God had sculpted him, taking his own sweet time to sculpt him. The golden hues also served him as if they were bowing down to their king.

" There I was again admiring him when an hour ago I cursed him like a crazy bitch." Metterlo insieme Cellina.

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ADRIAN'S POV

The sun kissed her skin as she strolled along the beach, her figure adorned in a delicate peach bikini that complemented the sand's golden hues and the summer day's warmth.

The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and drawing attention to the gentle swell of her hips. With each step, she exuded confidence and a sense of mystery and that platinum mane was luscious enough for a crown to be placed.

Like she was crafted by the Aphrodite herself. Not to mention her sculpted abs and body perfectly demonstrated how vigorous her workout routine must be.

It was the very first time in my thirty years of life half of it being spent in the pants of wannabe girls, this was the very first time I felt as if I wanted someone for myself, to have someone whom I could call mine, to have someone to go back to home and to have someone with whom I could build a home.

But a woman like Cellina? She seemed like the opposite of a homely wife, I could blow my load in after work.

I was about to drown in her beauty had Alessio not interrupted me pointing to my throbbing cock who was standing in attention with the view of the Platinum beauty in his sight.

'I had no idea that your snake would stand at attention just by glancing at the audience. Do you... Do you have a public kink or do you swing both ways? I mean either one is acceptable to me.' Alessio yapped in an attempt to make me flustered.

'Well why do you want to know, are you interested in having a taste?' I retorted.

Alessio's eyes had turned into a dark abyss at my comment, which was a signal my reply had worked perfectly.

I would have pressed on further hadn't it been for the absolutely distracting way Fleur's perfect tits hadn't been bouncing while she played a game of volleyball with a man I couldn't recognize.

A ball of anger started to weigh heavily in my chest at the sight. She's yours. My inner devil whispered to me. Go claim her. I shook my head to stop my thoughts. What the fuck was I doing getting all worked up for a woman who couldn't even stand being in the same room with me. All I needed was my balls deep in a warm pussy to forget about this bitch. I rationaled with myself. But the twitch in my balls only grew more.

"Woahhh man! You're hugee!!", Alessio's annoying voice broke my chain of thoughts. I flipped him my middle finger. Hadn't it been for the more urgent matter at hand I would have kicked his ass to the curb.

I got up from my beach chair and practically stomped off to reach her. Before I could reach her I saw her twist her angle and fall onto the sandy bed. I broke out into a jog but the man in question was faster. He was by her side in the blink of an eye but I could sense something was very off in the way he was helping her up. That bastard's hand snaked it's way from the small of her back to her very bare ass. I felt my brain foggy with blood. Kill him. The devil was right.

Before I could land a punch upon him, I saw the most unexpected of shit I could ever imagine from a dainty woman like Miss Vittori. Her long ass leg smoothly trapped his fucking head in a triangle choke bringing him down with a loud thud. She continued to press the life out of him as his face turned red with pure agony.

As I reached her closer, it was like someone opened the cistern, and the pride filled my chest like a bucket when I heard her anger-laced whisper threat that she was giving the man.

I felt my teeth break out in a grin. I didn't wish this moment to end. My girl squeezing the life out of a man. Didn't know I had it in my checklist of 'eligible partner' if I even had one to begin.

"That's my girl", I murmured to myself, as I now stood beside her.

" No, I am not," she shot back at me. I swear to God this woman had some supersonic ears to hear whispers and murmurs like this.

I felt her grip loosening as she spotted some people coming our way with very concerned faces. The guy's face was a bit purple with the restricted blood flow now. Ohh how I would love his face to grow even paler as his breath stopped for all eternity.

She practically threw his limp body off from between her thighs and tried to stand up but couldn't. Remember she had twisted her ankle? She gasped in the faintest hint of pain, as her beautiful face twisted with distress.

So the girl could do jiu-jitsu on a man in a heartbeat but would turn to jelly with a bit of pain. Some distant part of me felt a muzzy warm puddle up for this woman who now stood wobbly before me.

I tried to help her out by putting my arm under hers to hoist her to her utter disdain. She tried to resist and break off from my support but realized soon enough that her ankle wouldn't allow that and fell back in my semi-embrace.

Behind us, I could hear people assembling behind the unconscious man, someone calling in the island medic team but for all I knew he could be dead to me and I wouldn't care because what mattered at this moment was her besides me.