All Chapters of The Untypical Marriage: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

KIRA’S POV“That’s it, mia,” Adrian groaned, his voice low and wrecked as I swirled my lips around his cock. He was thick, too big to take fully, the stretch restricting my airflow but that didn’t stop me from trying. I wanted all of him. I could feel he was close; his cock twitched in my mouth, his body tense with release.“Fuck…” he growled, followed by one last deep, guttural sound, his hands tightening in my hair as he thrust forward. Warm, salty liquid spilled down my throat.“Yes, swallow every drop,” he breathed, the command ragged and sharp.I gagged slightly but obeyed.His grip slowly loosened, and I pulled back, catching my breath. He didn’t waste a second, lifting me effortlessly by the waist like I weighed nothing and setting me on the kitchen counter. His lips crashed into mine in a hungry kiss as he buckled his belt with one hand, the other threading into my hair as I pulled him closer.I wrapped my legs around his torso, already aching for him inside me.“Are you sure

Adrian’s POV“I…” she stammered, her eyes darting everywhere but at me.“Kira, you know damn well I don’t like repeating myself. What was chasing you? And don’t even think about lying to me… I can smell the fear all over you.”She exhaled sharply. “It’s not what you think, I—”She exhaled sharply. “Um… no, it’s not what you… You think. I didn’t—”Why the hell was she acting like this? Something wasn’t right. Sure, Kira was often a nervous mess, but this… this was different. Off.“Kira,” I said more softly, dialing down the edge in my voice… something I never did. But she had a way of dragging out a part of me I didn’t even know still existed. Tilting her chin up, I made her meet my eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”“It’s nothing, Adrian. I just… got lost in the hallway.” She hesitated, then added, “And… I found a basement. I didn’t even know this place had one. I mean, I know your… line of work, and most mansions do, but this one felt different. Eerie. I heard weird noises down there… Adr

KIRA’S POV~~~~The door swung open before an answer came.Gianna stood there, framed in the doorway like she owned it. Her eyes swept over the scene me standing too close to a half-naked Antonio..Her lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile.“Well, well…” she drawled, stepping inside without invitation. “It didn't take you long to get comfortable, did it?” Her gaze raked over me like I was dirt under her shoe. “Guess the rumours are true. You’ll spread your legs for anyone if your husband’s not looking.”The word “whore” wasn’t spoken, but it hung in the air, dripping off every syllable.My spine went rigid, heat crawling up my neck. This was not a good look.“You should leave,” I said evenly, though my voice was tight.She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Oh, don’t get all righteous with me, sweetheart. We both know your type. Pretty face… easy morals… a nice, warm distraction for the men while the real women handle the important

KIRA’S POVThis is a bad idea.No… This was a very bad idea.My head screamed with a thousand reasons to turn back, but it was already too late. I forced in a breath and walked down the hallway until I reached Romano’s cell. He was hanging upside down on the bars, doing some kind of military exercise, sweat dripping from his chest.“I knew you’d be back,” he rasped, his voice rough and amused all at once.“He didn’t know,” I said flatly.The sooner I say what I wanted, the sooner I can get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.Romano, still hanging on the bars, stilled, his eyes narrowing. “Who didn’t know?”“Adrian,” I stated. “He didn’t know who she was. He told me everything.”The memory clawed back into my chest. Last night, Adrian had let me in… peeling back the layers he’d kept hidden for years. He told me Giana wasn’t his mother… she was Dylan’s. That the woman he had killed, the one who haunted his silence, was his real mother… along with her husband. He told me how Pau