Emma looks at her husband with fiery eyes as he carefully salivates that object. Then she positions herself with her back to him, bending down enough to offer him a unique, delicious, and incredibly sexy view of her behind.Her husband's breath triples as his mouth comes into contact with her body. He inhales deeply, shamelessly, savoring the distinct aroma of woman that drives him crazy. Without any further preamble and on the verge of collapse, he assaults her intimate part.Adriano's tongue is having a party tonight. It eagerly explores every nook and cranny, savoring it like the nectar of the gods."Love, like this," Emma moans desperately. "Please, keep going."Adriano continues his work, now more diligently, moving a bit higher and applying more pressure to the right spot to sufficiently lubricate that orifice from which he will later delight himself.Slowly, he directs the plug to where it should be, doing it gently and with just the right coercion so that in a couple of moveme
Two weeks later, in Rome... "What does this mean, Benedict?! Is this why you wanted to come to Italy? Because of her? To look for her?" Pamela throws the folder on the table as she cries bitterly. She can no longer bear this situation, she is tired of fighting with the ghost of Adelaide and Gaspar. Benedict takes a napkin and wipes the coffee stains on his jacket caused by the folder hitting his cup, without the mood to respond to his wife's complaint. "I can't bear it anymore, you will never forget her. This obsession of yours with her has gone too far, I want to go home." Pamela walks over to the couch where she sits to alleviate the pain in her back. When she found the folder this morning among her husband's things, she couldn't believe what it said. "You can leave whenever you want," he says dryly but in a low tone. "No one forced you to come with me, or to get involved in things that are none of your business." "Does she matter to you more than me and your daughter?" Pamel
The heavy and nauseating air makes it difficult for Adelaide to breathe. She remains motionless against the wall, clutching the hem of her dress tightly, unable to take a step in any direction. The faint light seeping through the opening reveals the gloomy, dark, dirty, and musty place, intensifying her fear that some creature might pounce on her at any moment. Cursed be her luck. Why do all these things happen to her? Her eyes are swollen from crying. This place is so damp and bitterly cold. She can only hope that Egil will absolve her, that he will listen, and order her to be taken out of here before night falls, even if he later locks her back in her room. Anything would be better than this horrifying place. She hears the murmurs of men guarding the door, and a glimmer of hope arises in her. She lost count of how many hours she has spent in this place, and silence has been her only company since then—until now. "Gentlemen, please, I need to speak with my husband, Egil" She begi
A week before, at the Valencia family mansion..."Give the order to prepare Adelaide," Bahram says without any hint of emotion on his face. His hatred for his daughter prevents him from feeling any compassion for her or seeking another solution to this great dilemma. "I don't want anything to go wrong this time. Make sure she reaches her destination by tomorrow. I want you to accompany her and personally deliver her to her future husband."Calixto nods and moves away from the place, determined to carry out his father's command. In any case, he can't defy him, and his sister might have a better future with Egil than she does at the Valencia mansion. In that house, she will be the wife of the heir, the most feared and cruel CEO of all time, and it will also represent the salvation of his own family.Mercedes, the elderly caregiver who has looked after Adelaide since her birth, receives Calixto's explicit order and requests a few hours to prepare her for the journey and to accompany her.
At the Arrabal family hacienda, Gage looks at Egil with concern. He hasn't said a word in response to the news he just received, and he let Bahram Valencia's messenger go as if it were nothing, something he would never have done for such grave news.He hasn't given any orders either. That could be a good thing, but definitely not when it comes to Egil. He's not someone who sits idly by in the face of such dishonor; only someone truly reckless and unafraid of death could betray him in this way."Boss, maybe I can...""Silence!" Egil's powerful voice immediately silences him. The coldness in his tone is something his right-hand man is already accustomed to, as they have known each other since they were children, but there's something more going on inside that head, and he knows it well.Egil's long fingers don't stop tapping on the desk, a characteristic sign that he's planning something in which many lives will be lost, something Gage has witnessed before. Egil is not a man who leaves
From afar, Adelaide seems like a little lamb walking toward sacrifice in Egil's eyes. He's aware of the beauty of her late mother, Mrs. Amaranta, whom he had seen a couple of times in his childhood. However, he never thought that the young woman would look like an exact copy of the woman who used to steal everyone's sighs in the past.Her wavy, long, reddish hair shines under the sun's rays, and her skin appears extremely pale in that green dress, although the color doesn't suit her at all.Adelaide is a beautiful young woman; he can see that from his position, but all of that is overshadowed by her repulsive origin.Egil keeps his head high amid the murmurs around him and pretends not to be affected. This is exactly what he aimed for with this reception, to make her vulnerable in the eyes of everyone at the hacienda.The young woman walks with her nanny down the walkway, where he awaits her at the end, without a hint of emotion on his face. His upright and disdainful demeanor is inti
The closer they get to Egil's room, the more dizzy and nauseous Adelaide feels. Her stomach churns, and she can't find a way to calm herself."Stay calm, my child," the maid urges, as if that were possible for her. She can ask her for anything except calmness. That's impossible right now. "Remember everything I've taught you. If you resist, it could be worse. You need to get used to these orders. Mr. Egil will be your husband from tomorrow, and today you are legally his fiancée, so it's normal that he wants some time alone with you."For Adelaide, hearing those words from the only person who has understood and cared for her since birth is a clear sign that very difficult days await her on this hacienda.Adelaide doesn't feel prepared for this private encounter between them. In fact, she's terrified just imagining that this man could use her body as he pleases."We've arrived, my child," they stop in front of a double door guarded by two armed and stern-faced men. "You should knock twi
In the main room of the Arrabal estate, Egil adjusts his hard virility underneath his sweatpants and sighs. That young girl only left him craving for more and now he struggles to fall asleep because of it.He gets up and starts pacing around the room until he reaches the balcony. He tries to calm his body with the fresh air hitting his face, but the memory of Adelaide's body writhing under his hand is still vivid in his mind. He needs release or he will go mad."Gage!" he shouts, and the man quickly enters."Do you need anything, sir?" the man asks, looking around to make sure everything is in order."Bring Petra right away," Egil orders in a hoarse voice. Gage understands what it means and immediately goes towards the servants' quarters.Petra is one of his favorite lovers and everyone in the estate knows it, even Egil himself gives her too many privileges for her position, which makes the other women in the family feel annoyed and creates a tense atmosphere among them most of the ti