Abducted By Lust *Book 1 of the Köhler Series*

After the Honeymoon

Almost three months had passed since Adele and Luca's wedding, and everything was going well. Their honeymoon was mesmerizing, and if Adele could return, she would. Bora Bora was beautiful; they explored, walked on the beach, and made love everywhere possible. Two weeks wasn't long enough for her, but they had business to return to, and now she was home alone while Luca handled some Don business, and she studied her body in the mirror. A lot had changed. Her breasts were bigger, even her hips were wider, and there was this crazy line forming on her stomach, causing her to think back to her last period as the bedroom door flew open.

She knew it wasn't Luca; he made it clear he would be back until two. It was only twelve, and Axel was in the UK on business, but Adele believed it had something to do with a woman. Therefore, it had to be an unwanted guest. She quickly reached over with a sigh, trying to put on her robe as Mila came into view. "Damn, look at that sexy ass body... let me have it."

Adele wanted to kill her right now. She acted as if she didn't understand this wasn't her house and couldn't walk into rooms whenever she liked. Every time Dele turned around, Mila seemed to be walking into their shit, like yesterday when she walked in unannounced. Adele and Luca were in the middle of having sex when she busted into their house, asking if she could join. If it wasn't her, Erik was always popping up in random spots in the middle of the night as he did two nights ago. Adele was craving ice cream, and no one should have been in the house but her and Luca because... well, besides Emma, but after nine, the girl was in her room, and they didn't see her again until the morning. Therefore, she ventured into the kitchen naked.

There sat Erik sitting at their kitchen island, eating a sandwich at two in the morning in the dark, in nothing but his fucking boxers. Adele was still trying to figure out why. However, she walked into the kitchen, unaware he was there until the man spoke. 'Damn girl, let me bend you over this counter. That ass is fat.' Adele nearly had a fucking heart attack while he laughed, but what was even worst were her dogs. Teddy and Blu sat right by him as they stared at her happily. They were some worthless ass dogs. The bitches were to supposed to protect them, and the house not let fucking intruders in even if they did know them. It was a thing called barking, but they did shit.

"Have you ever heard of fucking knocking Mila?"

"Rude..."

"Rude?! Bitch you are the one that walked into my damn room. I have a right to be fucking rude. I don't know what the hell you think this is, but for the last time, this isn't your fucking house. Learn to knock." She groaned as Mila glared at her like she lost her mind. Adele was fed up with the girl, but clearly, she didn't give a damn.

"Damn, why are you so fucking feisty? Luca didn't give you any dick this morning. Plus, it's not like we don't have the same body parts, Dele. I came to get you because you had an appointment with your bro... nephew this morning, and you're late. It was at 11:45, and here it is 12:05. I wanted to make sure you were okay." Mila spoke as she threw Adele her clothes while watching her closely as she dressed. She was going to say something but decided against it.

Although Adele didn't want to hear her opinion, she quickly turned to the bathroom to get dressed while Mila continued to watch. "How have you been feeling lately?" She asked, still standing in the same spot. "I'm fine, but it could be better if somebody learns how to knock." Adele hissed, but Mila ignored her with a scoff.

"Any sickness lately." Adele cocked a brow; what was she getting at? None of that was her business, but it did cause Dele's hand to rub over her belly as she looked in the mirror. "No, and stop being fucking nosey." She spoke, putting on her shirt before walking out of the bathroom. Mila's eyes were still on her as she slipped on her shoes and walked toward the door before looking back at her.