CHAPTER TWELVE

ADELINA

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Those goddamn cameras. I’m too scared to do anything in this room–or the bathroom–since Dante told me about them.

Including finishing what he started.

Oh, he made me come all right.

I had to beg for it.

Worth it.

But then he carried me back to this godforsaken room and patted my bottom after placing me on the floor. Then whispered, “Don’t forget we’re watching you, so don’t put on a show for my men.”

Bastard.

I don’t know if he’s telling the truth or not. But I ache. I ache to have him inside me, fill me, and fuck me. Hard, powerful, like the gangster he is.

Instead, I’m lying here in the dark feeling needy and ashamed.

I begged him.

After ten fucking years, Dante Baldassare lapped at me like I was popsicle and had me shuddering against his mouth. His moans just added to my pleasure as his enormous body held me, directing my orgasm like I was his orchestra.

Ugh.

I hate him.

And with every tick of the clock, my hope fades as time runs out.

Seven days.

That’s all I have left to escape and get to California.

I thought I’d be paying with my body, but it’s my soul that’s paying the price. As long as I don’t let my heart get involved, I will survive.