For Adriano

by Soraya Naomi

  After Fallon and I smoke until the sky feels like it’s spinning around me, Rosalia plops back on the lounger and stretches out while opening a bag of chips. “I’m so hungry.”

  “I’m so thirsty,” I reply, and my head feels heavy. “Move, woman.” I jostle Fallon off my lap, and we lie next to each other on the lounger.

  “I’m so horny,” Fallon adds to the conversation while she’s propped on her elbow against my side, her heartbeat racing against my arm.

  “I’m horny too.” My voice is lethargic.

  “Me too,” Rosalia whines and stuffs a handful of chips into her mouth. “Chips?”

  “No, I want—”

  “I have red velvet cupcakes,” Fallon murmurs with eyes closed.

  “Oh my god!” I exclaim. “I want that.”

  Rosalia sits up and checks the chair next to her where Fallon deposited the food and drinks and comes up with a cupcake with white frosting.

  I consume it within five bites while still lying down.

  Fallon snuggles against me and throws an arm around my middle to scoot closer.

  “Hey! Are you comfortable?” I joke.

  Rosalia laughs at our intimate pose.

  “I am, thank you,” Fallon retorts dryly.

  “Oh my god, if Luca or Adriano walked in now, we could make a fortune!” Rosalia mentions around a full mouth.

  Fallon chuckles with her head on my chest and holds up her palm for Rosalia. “That’s from Friends,” she mumbles.

  “Damn right!” Rosalia returns the high five.

  Fallon pinches my side, and I twitch.

  “You are so frisky when you’re stoned,” I accuse Fallon, but then we’re quiet all of a sudden.

  The dark sky is revealing a million stars, and unexpectedly, I hear snores.

  “She fell asleep,” I say to Fallon, who snorts.

  Rosalia lies with her mouth open, hand in the bag of chips in her lap.

  “I’m going to take a few more hits.” I jerk my body, and Fallon rolls off, landing on the concrete ground.

  “Ouch!”

  “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

  She’s laughing while rubbing the back of her head. “You bitch! Give me more too.”

  I get the joint from the ashtray on the ground and inhale as I light it, letting my blood absorb the smoke. Then I hand it over to Fallon, who sits on the ground against the lounger. When she’s about to take a draw, the terrace doors slide open, and Luca and Adriano appear.

  Fallon slowly turns her head and lowers her hand with the joint while I’m pursing my lips with wide eyes.

  A wrinkle is embedded in both their foreheads; only, Luca appears bothered while Adriano is smirking when he takes me in.

  “What’s going on here?” Luca strides to Fallon.

  I exhale gradually, and the smoke leaves my lungs.

  Adriano’s brows hit his hairline, and his lips curl up. “They’re high.”

  “Nothing,” Fallon says right then, and Luca tugs her up to a standing position.

  “What’s this?” he asks calmly while taking the joint and smelling it, which seems to appease him since he hands it to me.

  “Just a joint,” she answers and smiles. “It’s good stuff. I missed you.” Then she mouths to me, “I’m still horny.” Her arms twist around his neck, and she hangs onto him.

  He kisses her right below the ear and whispers something, causing her to laugh. “Is Rosalia okay?”

  “Yes, she’s fine. Just sleeping,” I reply, feeling so light.

  Luca lifts up Rosalia and lays her on the couch inside.

  Fallon leans down to me. “Don’t come in for twenty minutes.” She winks and stumbles after Luca.

  “Well, they’ll be busy.” I pull up my knee, letting my skirt fall down my thigh.

  Adriano shifts closer and sits down on the lounger.

  I light the joint again and offer it to him.

  He takes it and inhales. “Are you cold?”

  “No.”

  He brings the joint to his lips again, breathes in and holds it, then crushes it in the ashtray and leans in close to my lips. I open my mouth as he exhales, and I suck in the smoke from him. Then he sits back with the hard heat of his hand on my thigh.

  My eyes are only half-lidded, but I still notice his tousled state. “What happened?” I wave my hand up and down his wrinkled and stained white dress shirt and pants.

  “Nothing important.”

  “Always the mystery, Adriano Montesi.” My cheek hits the cushion.

  He turns his body toward me, and he slides his palm down my thigh, his thumb almost touching me between my legs. “I’m not a mystery to you, Cam.”

  “Yes, you are, always have been. You’ve always kept me at arm’s length. I don’t even know where you live. Who are your parents? You mentioned a brother and sister once. Sometimes, I felt I knew every little thing you were thinking, and sometimes, I felt as if you were a stranger.” I look straight at him. “It still feels like that now too.”

  He stares at me with a solemn expression.

  The fog wrapping around my head is thickening, and I keep feeling lighter, like I’m floating, and so aware of our point of contact because when he touches me, blood rushes feverishly through my veins. I keep talking and talking. “I didn’t like you at first.”

  A grin flashes across his face. “I knew that.”

  “But I couldn’t stay away.” My fingers trace down his chest, and I feel his muscles ripple beneath my exploration.

  “You’re very talkative.” He beams and adds, “And high as a kite.”

  “How can you tell?”

  “Your eyes are tiny slits and red, and your cheeks have a rosy blush.” His finger trails down one cheek. “I live in the Astoria Tower, about ten minutes from here. My sister lives with my parents in the same building, and I also have a younger brother, Carmine.”

  “Why didn’t you ever take me to your home?” I ask.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Is it a shag pad?”

  He barks out a laugh but doesn’t answer.

  “Why do you always push me away but then reel me back in?”

  His fingers dig into my thigh. “Because you pull me to you. You keep enticing me and”—he looks at me pointedly—“you know it.”

  I hold his gaze and stroke my fingers through his hair as he bends forward. “But we can’t go back to how it was. If you can’t be with me, then you need to leave me alone.” The drugs have given me a lot of boldness to speak my mind, and it feels liberating. “We can’t keep doing this. It will kill my spirit. You’ll break my heart; you already are with this distance.”

  “You’ll never deny me,” he counters arrogantly and without remorse.

  And therein lies the problem. I’ll never deny him, because he obliterates my resolution the moment he’s in my sphere. “Are you still mad about Damian and Santino?”

  “Yes.” He grips my thigh. “I want to throttle and spank you.”

  “Maybe I’d like that.”

  He smirks as we both remember how roughly we used to fuck.

  “But I also want to fuck them out of your mind, preferably in your ass.” His jaw clenches as he sends me a smoldering look.

  “They were never in my mind. It’s always been you. You obsess my mind, and you know it,” I admit and flatten a palm on his chest. “But your pride prevents you from accepting that truth. I’m sorry. I can’t erase what happened with Damian, but I can make it better. Just give me the chance, and we’ll find a way around James somehow. I’m a grown woman.”

  “I have too much going on now, Cam; Security Simplicity and Syndicate business that needs my full attention. I’m not sure it’s smart.”

  My eyes are becoming weary, and it’s hard to focus.

  “Then I don’t know what to say anymore.” Even through my state of ecstasy, I feel the cracks materializing in my soul.

  We stare at one another without words. Because the words have been spo
ken, and he refuses to budge.

  I wonder what it is that lures me to him. “You’re too damn handsome for your own good,” I mumble. “What did you think of me when we first met?”

  I pause as he lifts my other leg over his lap. Now he’s sitting sideways between my legs, one cocked on the lounger behind his back and the other draped over him as he slithers his palms up and down my feet, shin, and knee.

  He gazes straight ahead, massaging my leg. “When I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.”

  My brows shoot up, but when he grins at me, I frown, waiting for him to add a joke.

  “See, you do know me,” he states.

  I tilt my head sideways in question.

  “You’re waiting for a snarky comment.”

  I nod with a smile.

  “I’d better live up to my reputation then.” His hand strokes up my thigh, over the flare of my hip. “The night we met, I imagined your perfect little breasts gripped in both my palms while my face was buried between your legs until you came on my tongue, quivering, over and over again.”

  Oh dear god, this is what attracts me to him. With a few looks, or touches, or words, he can have me squirming under his spell.

  “Aren’t you still mad at me?” he asks and stops caressing my legs.

  “Yes,” I moan from the loss.

  “No, you’re not. You’re too stoned to be angry with me.” His movement starts again.

  “Shut up,” I murmur.

  “Do you want me to make you feel better?” He kneels up on the lounger faster than my fuzzy brain can process.

  My legs snap shut. “No! You’ll leave me hanging again.”

  He pries my legs apart easily and yanks me forward from behind my knees, covering my body with his. Then he spreads my legs with his thighs, resting his forearms next to my ears. “Stop thinking.”

  I stop him when he’s an inch above my face with my palm flat on his chest. “You should take your own advice.” His eyes are full of desire and expectation.

  “Yes, ma’am.” His lips curve up, and he covers them over mine as he massages my breast. Then he easily unbuttons my blouse with one hand while ravishing my mouth.

  I eagerly play with his tongue and grip his hair in both fists as our mouths slant over each other.

  “Don’t you want to take that risk?” he asks, breathing harshly.

  I’ll definitely take the risk of him leaving me hanging. “Yes,” I breathe. I’m so hot and want him so badly, nothing else matters.

  “Good girl.” He grinds his growing arousal against me, and an arm locks around my waist when I bow my back. “You’ll never deny me.”

  His taunts excite me, and the fog in my thoughts dissipates. “Fuck you,” I retort.

  “You wish.”

  Our bodies melt together as our hands can’t get enough of each other. I cup the bulge in his pants and a hiss escapes through his teeth. Adriano bites my lower lip while I moan into his mouth and am swept away in the sensation of his kiss that I’ve waited so long for. I unbuckle his belt and pull out his dress shirt.

  My hand winds around his hard cock, and his forehead rests on mine. “Ah, Cam!” His hand roams over my sides, shoulders, and neck.

  He can’t deny me either.

  “I want you,” I whisper and circle the head of his shaft with my thumb.

  “You don’t deserve my cock yet.” He thrusts forward into my hand. “But I’ll fuck you with my tongue because I can’t seem to deny you anymore either.”

  Oh god, yes please!

  He kisses me hard on the lips, then his mouth nips down my throat as his hands move down my body. My blouse is hanging open, and my skirt is hiked up to my hips. Adriano traces the edge of my red lace bra with his tongue while looking up at me. He leaves a hot, wet trail down my stomach and edges my panties down my legs, nuzzling the strip of hair and tracing my folds, and then his mouth covers my center roughly.

  “Adriano...” I grip his hair as his hands press on the inside of my thighs.

  My entire body wriggles, but he holds me still as he tastes me, over and over. Just like he said he wanted to do after the first night we met. His fingers spread me open, and he flicks his tongue inside. My arms fly over my head, pushing against the lounger, crushing myself against his tongue.

  “Yes! Harder,” I urge. The words tangled around a moan.

  Adriano groans while he sucks and circles my soft spot and leaves bite marks on my thigh.

  I’m so close to coming, rotating my hips while viewing the starry night that’s dancing above me. The pressure builds, but Adriano stops, and my eyes shoot to his.

  “Now… Cam…promise me no other man will be allowed to touch you,” he says evenly, pinching me – which sends a jolt of bliss to my breasts.

  “You ass.”

  He grins and sits back on his feet, fisting his hard-on.

  “Fine. Make me come!” I throw my legs over his thighs.

  He shakes his head and rubs the tip of his hard-on up and down my center, watching my wet core. “Say the words.”

  “Yes, only you can touch me!” I move my hips, trying to push the tip inside of me.

  Adriano thwacks my hips. “Too greedy.” And pulls back to pump his shaft as he slides two fingers inside me.

  The soles of my feet dig into the cushion, and I arch into his touch as he pleasures himself while thrusting his fingers into me. My body is shoved up and down as the force of his arm moves his fingers inside.

  “Fuck, Cam!” he groans, and I see him appraising my body.

  Sensational tingles blast in my lower stomach as the flood of frenzy washes over me. “I’m going to come.”

  Adriano leans forward, twisting his fingers inside me, and a tidal wave of an orgasm hits me. He smothers my scream with a hard kiss.

  My eyelids are becoming heavier and heavier, and my body twitches in the aftermath.

  Adriano’s growling above me. Then I feel him biting my nipple and something wet against my stomach.

  My daze is thickening, and I’m whimpering until… oblivion.

  ***

  My eyes fly open. I’m seeing a starry black sky.

  I’m instantly wide awake and sit up. But then I feel dizzy and look around. Fallon is lying on the lounger next to me, eyes closed. Rosalia is still sleeping on the couch inside. The skin on my thigh pulls when I move, and it’s sticky to the touch. Adriano came on me and left?

  What the hell?

  Yet I smile when I lie back down, thinking how he literally made me come until I passed out. I press my hand to my flushed cheeks – we’ve finally made progress.

  After so long apart, he’s proven within minutes that he’s still engraved in a special place in my heart reserved only for him.

  CHAPTER 24

  Adriano

  Cam’s writhing on the lounger with her lean legs spread wide apart and my fingers inside her.

  Breathing raggedly, I gawk at her bowing body, aching for my own release because I’ve been living like a fucking monk since she’s been back in my life. And my reality outshines the fantasy I’ve built up in my mind.

  Her head falls back, and I quickly move forward so her contented loud moan is caught by my mouth. I keep forcefully thrusting my fingers in until I feel her body relaxing, and she groans. Sitting back on my haunches, I pump my rock-hard cock between her legs and grip her hip. It’s taking all of my willpower to not invade her heat.

  She pants with her eyes closed and is flushed with a pearly shimmer of sweat on her skin that has my balls tightening, and I growl, “Cam!”

  “Hmmm,” she drawls, and the huskiness in her moan has me letting go and coming in violent spurts between her legs and over her stomach.

  She lies perfectly still as my chest heaves from the powerful climax her body evokes.

  My surmounting lust for her has just tripled. I’ve always taken what I want. And I desperately want to take what she’s willingly offering me, not only her body,
but her soul, her heart. She’s presenting herself to me on a silver platter, and I’m close to giving in because she’s etched into a part of me. And I always have her with me wherever I go, whether she’s in my life or not.

  “Cam?”

  She grunts softly. That’s it.

  “Cam?”

  Another grunt, so I spank her hip.

  Nothing. She fell asleep!

  I smirk from satisfaction and silently thank god for the joint. Without it, she wouldn’t have allowed this. She moans softly as I rub the fluid over her pussy, and I push my finger inside. A possessive urge to brand her as mine rushes through my veins. I’m throwing all caution to the wind because I’m tired of fighting my desire for her, and I feel my armor fragmenting with every glance she sends me.

  Reality comes crashing down on me, and my chin jerks up when I see Rosalie shifting on the sofa in the living room and continuing her slumber.

  This is too dangerous. She could’ve woken up, or Luca could’ve caught us.

  Yet, with my finger tracing my load over the soft flesh of Cam’s stomach, all I can seem to think about is how I can possibly be with her within the Syndicate.

  “Even though I haven’t even felt you with my cock, you’re going to be feeling and thinking of me the second you wake,” I whisper while spreading the liquid between her legs.

  Since I can’t seem to kick her out of my mind and soul, I’m on the verge of quitting this losing battle. Nevertheless, I was honest when I told her that I have no idea how we can be together. Instead of leaving the issue at that point, scenarios of how to work around it begin to assemble in my mind. I shake my head and concentrate on the matter at hand because it’s best we don’t get caught out here.

  Tucking my shirt back in and buttoning my pants, I look down at Cam’s peaceful sleeping form. A naughty smile plays on her lips, and a need to stay surfaces, but I quell it. I take her lace panties off the floor and fold them into my pocket. Then I adjust her skirt down her legs and close her blouse.

  She’s still on her back, and I sift her hair from her face. After a week of obeying orders while battling my own moods, the anger I had toward her for Damian is subsiding with each day. And her words of promise to make it better are starting to get to me. Eventually, I will have her again.