I can't hold back any longer. I don't give a damn whether Nicoletta and Silva are still outside, listening. I come apart on Adrian's cock, screaming his name as he pulses inside me. I can feel my pussy clenching, holding on.
He fucks me harder.
I realize a moment later, someone's hammering on the door, but I can't help it, can't stop myself. I'm going to come again. My nightmares come true the next moment when the door flies open and a furious Nicoletta stands in front of us.
"Get the fuck out," Adrian sneers before he sees her. Then he stops still, cock still throbbing inside me. "Nicoletta, you can't be here."
"Why not?" She sounds hysterical. "Since it's not a secret anymore, I might as well watch. Maybe I'll learn a trick or two from Marzia for when we're finally married." Her words are dripping with bitterness.
I want to apologize or cry, but instead I'm coming again.
Except Adrian drags me off his cock and heads toward the door where Nicoletta recoils at the sight of me.
I flush all over, feeling ashamed.
"Look at her, Marzia," Adrian tells me. "Look her in the eyes and tell her what it feels like."
I swallow, closing my eyes, but Adrian grips me by the throat. I stutter, and he pulls on my hair, forcing me to meet Nicoletta's eyes.
She looks as disgusted as she does turned on.
"It feels amazing," I find myself whispering. "His cock is so huge, it stretches me out so much..." He enters me again and I let out a gasp.
Nicoletta looks from one of us to the other. "You're horrible."
"Then walk away," Adrian mocks her. "Just leave."
She hesitates.
This makes him laugh. "You can't, can you? You need to see this. Poor little innocent Nicoletta can't stand the idea of knowing about our illicit affair and not watching it happen. Does it turn you on, Nicoletta?"
She flushes, staring me down. If eyes could incinerate people, I'd already be a pile of ash. "No," she spits out.
"You're a liar." Adrian laughs again. "You know, Marzia was a liar once too. But look at her now." He thrusts inside me, tugging on my hair in his fist.
I'm forced to meet Nicoletta's eyes. More tears slide down my cheeks.
"Fuck me," Nicoletta blurts.
"What?" I hiss.
"Fuck me. Teach me how to be like her. I want to learn," she says.
I want to fucking claw her eyes out.
Adrian laughs, saying, "I only fuck her. Sorry, I don't think she likes to share. But you can wish you were her all you want. Marzia, you want to come?"
I mewl out a yes, but my heart swells with emotion as he makes me keep eye contact with Nicoletta as he pounds me again and again.
We're still looking at each other when Adrian grunts my name, telling me, "We come together. Right now."
I can't speak anymore. My body is too overwhelmed, pulsing with need. And just before I explode, Adrian grabs my throat with both palms and bends my back so I look deep into his eyes as he comes inside me, with his fiancée a foot away from us.
Shame burns me from the inside as my orgasm subsides. Adrian's cum drips down my thigh as he pulls out, wiping his cock on my ass cheek.
Nicoletta lets out a cry, and slams the door as she leaves the room.
Adrian puts his shirt over me.
I button it quickly before tripping in an effort to get away from him.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he growls.
"I have to speak to her," I murmur. "I have to apologize to Nicoletta." I run after her, catching up with her on the hallway and tugging on her long robe. "Nicoletta, please!"
"What?" she snarls, turning around. "Don't even try to apologize. I trusted you, Marzia."
"You shouldn't have," I whisper. "I don't even trust myself around Adrian."
"You know this wedding needs to happen," Nicoletta hisses.
"I do," I admit miserably.
"Then stay out of my fucking way," she snaps.
29
Adrian
I collapse on the bed after both of them leave my sight. I can't believe what I've just done. I just risked my position in the famiglia, my marriage, every-fucking-thing for my bambina. But I can't help myself around her. My lust took over and I couldn't stop myself in time. Now Nicoletta knows for sure, and she looked pissed as fuck about it, so I'm in trouble if she decides to tell one of our fathers.
And I'm not wrong. It's the next day that I'm summoned to Father's office again.
Even the guard looks fucking worried as he escorts me there.
Father is waiting with his lips pursed, his eyes thunderous. "Are you fucking crazy?" he snarls at me. "You fuck Marzia in front of the girl you're supposed to marry and the fucking wedding planner?"
I smirk. So she only chose to tell him part one of the story. Interesting. "Come on, she knew on some level already." I light a cigarette.