Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Oh.
OH.
Oh my God.
Adrian Salvatore stood with his back against the wine racks, head tilted back, eyes half-closed. I wanted to look away… I should have, but I couldn’t.
I may have gone to an all-girls school and I kept away from boys at UCLA… I was my father’s daughter. I was already betrothed and I had a duty to keep my innocence intact. My reputation couldn’t be tainted in the slightest way.
But it didn’t mean I was completely unfamiliar to sex or the male anatomy.
For some absurd reason, I was rooted on the spot and my eyes traveled down to his unbuttoned pants, and his—
Oh my.
The sight before me was absolutely obscene and I was oddly intrigued. That mere fact was truly messing with my head.
His hand was tangled in the dark hair of a maid I didn’t recognize, kneeling before him. Her uniform was hiked indecently above her thighs as she moved rhythmically; her mouth stretched around his hard length. Her eyes were shut tightly, and it almost looked like she was pained.
But when she made a choking sound, followed by a deep moan, I realized that this was pleasurable for her. She was enjoying this, being on her knees, sucking him.
A tingle ran down my spine and my stomach tightened, twisting with a feeling unknown to me.
Everything about this was filthy and crude, but I couldn’t look away.
When he thrust his hips hard, pushing his… cock… deeper in her throat… I couldn’t help but swallow against my own accord. My lips parted with a silent, stuttering gasp.
And Adrian’s eyes snapped open, locking with mine across the room.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
My pulse fluttered.
For a short second, I thought he would be embarrassed. Except, he held my gaze, unabashedly.
Dark amusement and something predatory danced in his stormy blue eyes. His lips curled into that same mocking half-smile I’d seen at the gazebo as he continued thrusting in the mouth of the maid.
Jerky, deep thrusts.
There was a feeling brewing inside of me, a pressure between the juncture of my thighs. My chest heaved. This was so wrong…
A guttural groan spilled from him and shame finally snapped through me like cold, cutting ice.
Heat flooded my face as I stumbled backward, my hand flying to my mouth.
I turned away and did the only thing I could. I fled. My heart hammered against my ribs, the sound of his low chuckle following me down the corridor like the cruel whisper of the devil.
How could I have allowed myself to stand there for that long?
Have I sinned?
How… how…
I choked on my breath, my throat closing in guilt as shame coursed through my veins.
How could I have stood there and watched?
It was wrong.
I was wrong.
And he… Adrian Salvatore, he was all kinds of wrong.
God, I wanted to burn my eyes. I wanted to scrub the memory away until nothing remained but clean, untainted darkness.
He was everything the teachers at my all-girls catholic school had taught us to keep away from. To protect ourselves from. We were taught that men like him would taint us. Defile us. Ruin our chastity.
They were right.
I wasn’t going to let a man like Adrian make me fall into sin. No, I was going to remain pure for my husband. For Matteo.
In my haste to get away, I wasn’t looking and crashed directly into a solid form. My hands instinctively rose to steady myself against a firm chest.
“Serafina?”
A chill ran down my spine at the voice.
I looked up into Matteo’s questioning eyes, mortification washing over me in waves. His hands gripped my upper arms, steadying me.
No, no.
Why him? Why now?
“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, struggling to compose myself. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
His gaze moved past me toward the wine cellar, his expression hardening imperceptibly. “Are you alright? You look... disturbed.”
Horror shot through me. “I’m okay!” I responded quickly. Too quickly. Too suspiciously.
But he couldn’t go there.
He could never find out that I had just walked in on his brother getting himself… pleasured.
His eyes narrowed for a second before his expression cleared into nonchalance. “Well then, you should join us back at the table.”
“Of course.” I pulled myself away from his arms, smiling pleasantly as I did so.
“Don’t worry. My brother hasn’t returned yet since he left the table. So he won’t be bothering you for the rest of the evening. Adrian must have left for his other… noble pursuits.”
I licked my lips and nodded. “He doesn’t bother me,” I lied through my teeth.
His eyes gleamed with amusement. “Oh, he definitely infuriates you. It’s okay, I’ll accept that little lie. Because it’s quite refreshing to see someone stand up to my brother. Most people are too intimidated.”
I was surprised by the approval in his voice. He liked that I stood up to his brother?
Matteo stepped closer, leaning down so his lips brushed against my ear. His breath feathered against my skin. Light and tingling. “You’re nothing like I expected.”