Page 58 of Dangerous Deception

RAFFAELE

“Yes, yes, YES!”

Adelina screams loudly, throwing her head back and fisting her hands into the cushions around me while I use my fingers to bring her to yet another orgasm. She rocks back and forth in my lap, whimpering and shuddering like she’s about to shake apart at the seams. Then she collapses forward into my arms, panting heavily.

“Holy crap,” she gasps, swallowing audibly and trembling in my arms. “Even when it hurts it feels so good.”

“Overstimulation can be an enhancement,” I say gently, grabbing the nearby towel to clean her up. “But I think you’re at your limit, sweetheart.”

“No,” she murmurs defiantly, but she gasps and jerks upward when I lightly caress her clit. “Okay, maybe.”

“Know your limits,” I remind her softly, then I scoop her into my arms as I stand. “Come on, time for some rest.”

Adelina being my addiction makes it difficult to tear myself away, but after helping her shower and dry off, then tucking her into bed, I manage to pull myself away and move to the balcony to catch up on some work. Adelina’s quickly becoming my solefocus which unfortunately means I’m neglecting more than I should, and that’s when mistakes happen.

With the warm night air wrapping around me, silk curtains billowing in the light breeze, and Adelina sleeping soundly a few feet away, it’s the perfect time for me to grasp at the work I’ve been missing. With my laptop in hand, I pull up a few reports I’ve missed and get to work ensuring that everyone I’ve left back in the States is still doing well. I may not be there in person, but that doesn’t mean anyone can slack off.

Once I’m certain nothing else urgent requires my attention, I call Vito and keep my voice low. “Hey.”

“Hey, Boss, how’s it going?”

“Living the life, you know,” I remark. “Where are we with Pascal?”

“I wish I had good news.”

“Fuck. Anything else?”

“I have info on Carlos.”

“Oh?” Casting an eye toward Adelina sleeping on the other side of the glass, my heart squeezes unexpectedly. We’ve been having fun. It’s been light and easy and dare I say, romantic? But reality is just a blink away and Adelina made it very clear how deeply she hates me because of Carlos, her ex-fiancé.

The man I do not remember.

“Alright,” I sigh, turning back to my laptop. “What you got?”

“Carlos’ body was picked up with the rest of the people at the Giordana house.”

“So I did it,” I murmur. “Fuck.”

“Actually…” Vito’s face twists slightly on the screen as he shares his files. “His throat was slit. The autopsy shows that it was definitely his cause of death.”

“His throat?” A few clicks and the pictures appear on my screen. “That’s not my style.”

“That’s what I thought,” Vito agrees. “Everyone else was shot, and while one bullet was found in Carlos’ body, it was in his kidney and the autopsy states that it was post-mortem.”

“Someone shot him after he died?”

“Yup.”

“What the fuck.”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t recognize him. I don’t even remember ever meeting him.”

“I checked and officially, you never have.”

“But I remember that night. I remember the people I killed.”

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