But then she tensed up and looked at me with so much fear.
I knew right then that I’d messed up. I was playing a game with Adelina in my mind, but she wasn’t doing the same.
She made it clear she wanted nothing to do with me. She didn’t want me to touch her.
So, instead of staying in there to fight, I sought solace from Emma. At the moment, it felt good. To be wanted and desired. To not be looked at like you’re the fucking villain.
Now, I regret that choice. I should have stayed and apologized to Adelina. I should have made things right. I should have brought her to our original bridal suite and made amends to her all night. Instead, I fucked another woman.
“What’s on your mind?” Emma asks, making it impossible for me to forget what I’ve done, not with her naked body stretched alongside mine. “You look like you’re somewhere else. I’m naked, Matteo. Maybe you should be paying attention to that.”
My eyes flit to her body, her great breasts and toned stomach. She’s beautiful to look at. But all I can think about is Adelina and the fear in her eyes when she looked at me.
“That’s more like it,” she purrs, stretching again. “Just focus on me. Forget that little shrew of a wife you have.”
A commotion comes from the main room. My men have returned from the party. By the sounds of their laughter, I can tell they're happy. I wish I were happy there with them.
“Adelina isn’t a shrew,” I snap, feeling the sudden need to defend her.
“Then what is she? Boring?”
“Emma, stop. Adelina is none of those things. She’s been sheltered her entire life. This is all new for her.”
She snorts. “So, she’s a boring virgin, then.”
I sigh and sit up. “Can you just stop talking? Your voice is grating on my nerves.”
“Sorry,” she grumbles.
I lean my head in my hands, pondering what to do next. Should I try to talk to Adelina? Will she even let me talk to her?
Just then, I hear a scream from the main room and the raised voices of my men. It sounds like chaos out there, but I knowmy men. They’re probably just having fun, and the ladies love to scream and give them what they want.
“Do you want me to give you a back massage?” Emma asks, skimming her fingers over my skin. “I can make you feel better.”
I swat her hand away. “You’re not making me feel better right now.”
Another female scream. It’s the same one from before. I sit up straighter. At first, I thought the scream was one of pleasure, as the women have been known to do before, but now, it sounds like fear.
My men can get rowdy sometimes. I’ll give them that. But if they’re hurting someone, I can’t stand for that.
I slip my pants on and rush into the main room, where I see something that makes my blood fucking boil.
Adelina is standing before my men in nothing but her lingerie. My men are laughing at her, demanding she dance for them. Enrico keeps reaching out to touch her, and she keeps jumping back.
“What is the meaning of this?” I ask, my voice carrying over the room. Everyone freezes and looks at me.
Adelina’s eyes are full of fear as she covers her body with her hands. Then she crumbles to the floor.
I run to her side and shield her body from my men. “What happened?”
She’s crying so hard she doesn’t respond.
I look over at my men. “What have you done?”
Enrico shrugs. “We were just having fun with her, boss. Since she’s yours now, we figured we’d all get a taste.” His complete casualness about the situation pisses me off even more.
I look at Carlo. “Tell me what happened.”