2

Azzura.

Adriano led me out of the club, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. The bass from the music faded behind us as we stepped into the cool night air. I felt a mix of excitement and nerves.

As he maneuvered through the crowd, it was as if the throng of bodies parted like the sea for him. I couldn’t help but wonder if they all recognized him, if they knew the power he held.

As we approached the front, I spotted a man in dark sunglasses and a sharp suit standing next to the bouncer I knew from previous nights. The moment this man turned and saw Adriano, he put a phone to his ear and barked out orders that I couldn’t hear over the noise of the street. Then, just like that, he walked away, leaving me feeling even more curious about the man I’d chosen as my hit for the night.

When we got outside, I wasn’t surprised to see the man in the suit holding open the door of a sleek Range Rover. It looked expensive, just like everything else about Adriano.

His hand slid to the small of my back as he guided me into the backseat, sending tingles along my spine. I helped myself in before he got in beside me, and I felt a rush of warmth at his proximity.

In the car, I pondered what to say. Words usually flowed easily for me; I had a knack for charming my targets. But with someone as attractive and powerful as Adriano sitting next to me, I found myself coming up short.

He glanced at me, his eyes sharp and observant.

“You’re tense,” he said in a smooth voice.

It was hard not to feel self-conscious under his scrutiny. “I’m not tense,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re the one who extended the offer,” he reminded me.

I crossed and uncrossed my legs nervously, watching him as his gaze followed the movement.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that regardless of how powerful a man was, he would always be just that—a man.

This was going to be easy as long as I remembered that.

Sitting up straighter, I let my gaze bore into his. “I’ve been thinking about all the ways I intend to ‘talk’ to you tonight,” I said with a playful smile.

Adriano’s eyes darkened at my words, and for a moment, an electric tension filled the air between us. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

When we arrived at our destination, my breath caught in my throat.

The high-rise building loomed above us, so damn luxurious and expensive-looking. Adriano walked into the lobby with an air of confidence that made me feel small in comparison.

He nodded at the concierge before leading me to a separate elevator that I realized led to his penthouse suite.

As we rode up, I stood in front of him, feeling his stare prickling against my back like a warm touch. The silence between us was thick with…anticipation.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, I felt his hand wrap gently in my hair, once and then twice before he tugged slowly, almost teasingly.

Flirtingly.

Dangerously promising.

The pull on my scalp sent delicious shivers I felt all the way to my toes.

He let go just as quickly as he had grabbed me, leaving me breathless and slightly dazed. Inhaling shakily, I stepped into his lavish apartment when the doors opened. My eyes widened as I took in the large space filled with minimal décor and rich-looking appliances that gleamed under soft lighting.

I walked further inside, trying to keep my awe under control.

What would I give for my sisters and me to live in a place like this? It felt like stepping into another world, one filled with possibilities far beyond what anyone of us had ever known.

As I turned back to find Adriano again, I saw him by the kitchen island pouring another glass of amber liquid for himself with careful precision.

He caught my gaze and smiled slightly, “Do you want another?” he asked casually.

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “What are you having?”

“Whiskey,” he said simply as he poured another glass for me and slid it across the counter toward me.

I picked it up carefully, admiring its rich color before taking a sip. The warmth spread through me instantly.

Adriano leaned against the counter with one arm resting casually on it while he took a sip from his own glass. “So tell me about yourself,” he prompted after a moment of silence.

I hesitated for just a second but then decided to play along. “There’s not much to tell,” I said lightly. “Just your average girl trying to have a good Saturday night.”

He studied me intently as if searching for something deeper beneath my words.

I felt vulnerable under his gaze but also so… intrigued by him, the man behind the power and reputation.

“What about you?” I asked curiously. “What’s your story?”

Adriano chuckled softly but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took another sip of his drink while considering my question carefully. “Let’s just say mine is complicated,” he finally replied.

“Complicated?” I echoed with interest.

He nodded slowly.

“Maybe one day you’ll share those secrets with me,” I teased lightly.

Adriano’s lips curved into a slight smile at that suggestion, a flicker of something more than mere interest passing between us.

“Maybe,” he replied softly before taking another sip from his glass.

The atmosphere shifted again. And it felt charged with unspoken promises and possibilities hanging in the air around us.

In that moment, I thought I’d have a little more fun than I bargained for.

I set my drink on the counter top next to my purse, then walked up to him, taking his glass straight from his hand.

I took a sip, held it in my mouth. Then leaned over, heat engulfing my body as he let me trickle it between his parted lips.

When his mouth pressed against mine, I erupted in shivers.

His lips were soft, full, so warm and I parted my mouth for more. He didn’t hesitate, delving his tongue into my mouth with a harsh groan.

The sound made me squeeze my thighs together.

He tasted of mint and something else, something I believed was so entirely him and I relished in it, arching my back, pressing the tips of my breasts against his hard chest. I was rubbing myself against him, desperate for more friction.

“I want you,” I whispered the words into our kiss.

He pulled away just an inch, his lips hovering centimeters away from mine.

“Say that again.” His words came out strained, rough.

I pressed forward, leaning in and capturing his bottom lip between my teeth. I pulled back just enough to see his eyes grow hooded. Hungry and then our mouths collided once more.

I was hot all over, mindless from just the feel of his lips on mine. Our teeth clinked, we bit, pulled, absolutely mauled each other.

And it still wasn’t enough.

He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the bar stool and over his lap, so I was straddling him.

My dress pooled on either side of me, bunched by each of my legs straddling his hips. His mouth met my collarbone, kissing up my neck while his hands moved across my body.

An explosion burst inside me the second his lips ghosted across the sensitive spot behind my ear. My body sizzled, tingles spread along my skin as he bit, dragging the skin into his mouth through his teeth.

I rolled my hips, an electric current spreading straight from my core to the rest of my body at the feel of his erection.

Hot, hard, big, pressed right at my center.

Shamelessly, I ground against him.

His teeth sank into the side of my jaw, a hot exhale slipping through his clenched teeth. A surge of confidence ignited in me. The knowledge that I had the same effect on him as he did on me.

And it lit me on fire.

Suddenly, he dragged me off him. Leaning down, he hauled me into the air by my waist. My thighs automatically wrapped around him, hands linking behind his neck.

His movements were fast. Once we were in what must have been his bedroom, I didn’t even have it in me to be embarrassed about the state of myself.

He tossed me on the center of the bed, pulling back to shrug off his open shirt in one fluid motion. He toed off his shoes, his socks, and trousers in the span of seconds.

Standing completely naked while his cock hung proudly, bobbing by his navel.

My pussy clenched around nothing.

The thought of it inside me?

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth.

“You can’t have second thoughts,” my eyes jumped up to Adriano’s face.

“I-”

His hand closed around my ankle, dragging me down to the edge of the bed.

“You’re fully dressed,” his eyes moved over my clothes like they’d insulted him, “Let’s rectify that.”

He undid the satin belt on my waist, the sides of my dress fell away, pooling on the bed at either side of me.

“You’re divine,” he said, eyes taking in my exposed flesh, “Simply divine.”

He wrapped his arms around the backs of my thighs, and I let out a moan as he dipped his head, pressing his nose over the lace of my panties and inhaling.

His hot breath fanned over my core, his nose tracing my seam through my underwear. It was too much and too little at the same time.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss right over the swell of my achy clit. I pressed a hand over my mouth. His tongue darted over the fabric, his teeth grazed me. I was trying to keep calm, trying to be quiet, but his mouth wasn’t even directly touching me and I was a mess.

His fingers curled into the side of my underwear, pulling it down my legs. I lifted up on my elbows, shrugging the dress off my shoulders and pulling it out from under me. My back hit the mattress again and he crawled over me, stealing my next breath in his mouth. His cock rested on my stomach like a heavy steel rod, and I couldn’t resist reaching down to stroke it.

He groaned into my mouth, his hand slipping underneath my body, curling up and undoing the clasp of my bra with a flick of his wrist. My breasts spilled out of the loosened cups, and I tugged the straps down my shoulders, pulling it off and away from me. I reached for his length but he pulled away from the kiss, grabbing hold of my hands and pinning them above my head.

His lips trailed along my throat, I tossed my head back to give him more access.

“Do you have even the slightest idea,” His voice came out strained, “what you’re doing to me?”

And then his hips rocked into mine. I gasped, my thighs falling open. The head of his cock speared through my folds, nudging my sensitive clit as he ground the length of himself against me.

My fingers stretched into the air, reaching for something to hold on to, but I was bound by his heavy grip on my wrists.

I felt the tip of him spread my slit, the veined length dragging over my flesh till his balls nudged over my clit. Over and over again.

“Fuck,” he growled.

I was slick, my wetness coated my thighs, coated the entire length of him as he glided back and forth easily. My thighs tensed on either side of him, I could come so hard from just this.

He pulled away, ghosting his mouth over my collarbone, gliding across my chest. I was breathing hard, my breasts danced along with the rapid movement of my chest. Adriano watched, his eyes transfixed on the milky swells.

And then he leaned down, his tongue darting out to trace over my skin. He kissed an open-mouthed trail to the underside of my breast, his teeth sinking into the supple flesh.

He nipped all around, sucking, licking, before pulling the tip into his mouth.

My back arched off the bed, and my hands tensed, still secured tightly above my head. He suckled me deep into his mouth, grinding his tongue over me, pulling at me with his teeth. While hot light shot behind my closed lids as he switched to the other breast. His hand lifted, smacking the side of one to watch it jiggle and then he recaptured it with his mouth, pulling at my nipple with a punishing drag of his teeth.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and a breathy whimper escaped me. I felt his hands trail from the top of my knee, curling over the inside of my thigh and settling between my legs. He pressed his thumb to my clit as he sucked.

“Adriano!” I thrashed my head over the pillows. Fuck, it was too much. His middle finger traced my slit, reaching down to my entrance.

My body tensed.

I gasped at the intrusion. He pulled back. And suddenly, two fingers slipped into my pussy.

“Oh!”

He pulled them out just as quick. He coated the area with my wetness and then pushed off me. Now he was on his stomach, head between my spread legs.

His head dropped down, and I lost it at the first stroke of his tongue. My thighs tried to find each other, but he pressed them further apart. He licked and sucked, the hot length of his tongue dragging over the most sensitive part of me again and again.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling and pushing at the same time. He groaned against my flesh, his tongue dipping into my entrance.

“Oh, my Goddess,” My thighs trembled, a release was so close, I could practically taste it. He pressed two fingers into me, ghosting a third at my back entrance. Hesitating a moment, before pressing it in.

A gasp escaped me. It was so different, so taboo. But I felt so full, drawn tight like an electric coil bound to unfurl at any given moment. He pumped them into me, all three knuckle deep.

The feel of his mouth, the fullness of his fingers, my breath came out in short pants. And then he curled them inside me.

I burst at the seams.

My body ignited, a rush filling and consuming me, like five shots of vodka poured straight through my veins.

My fingers dragged through his scalp as the orgasm ripped through me.

He was fully naked by the time I came down, kneeling on the bed, stroking his cock in his hand. He kissed up my body as he positioned himself above me, blocking out my view of everything else in the room.

His thumb grazed my cheek lightly, as he rested his other hand above my head. He reached down, aligning the head of himself at my entrance. Our eyes held each other hostage, as he thrust in.

My mouth fell open. His girth stretched through my folds, creating a dull burning sensation.

A soft whimper escaped me. He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to my lip, to my cheek.

He rocked into me, slowly at first. My body tried to accommodate his size, and not long after, I was a moaning mess beneath him

.

“You’ve adjusted?” His question was ground out through clenched teeth.

I was breathless as I nodded.

“Good.”

And then the control was knocked from my grasp. His hand closed around my throat and he pummeled into me. He moved his hips at a heart-racing pace, making me lose all my bearings. I could only focus on him. The feel of him inside me, the feel of him wrecking my body.

Each time his hips ground into mine, molten heat spread from my clit outwards.

He cupped my breast, pinched a nipple between his fingers. His hand moved all over me, the other cutting off my air. I wrapped my hands over the wrist by my throat, my hips lifting off the bed as his thumb stroked my clit.

He leaned down, smashing his lips against mine.

Now I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t feel anything except him and the way he was everywhere. The hand between my legs, the length of him inside me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in sync with the movement of his hips. The hand wrapped around my neck, holding me in place.

I lost it.

I came so hard stars danced behind my eyelids.

He let go of my neck, hands pressed on either side of me as his movements grew messy, harder. And then he pulled out of me, grasping his erection at the base, I watched as he stroked himself. Hot spurts of cum arched from his head onto my belly.

His stomach tightened as he groaned, throwing his head back.

I dipped a finger into the mess on my skin, his eyes met mine as I pushed it into my mouth.

A slow smile spread across his face as he shook his head.

He got off the bed and left for the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. My chest warmed as he cleaned his mess off me, before laying down beside me.

It wasn’t something I’d expect a man like him to do.

And my body was so spent, so exhausted… it was no surprise when I felt my eyes drifting shut.