Adrian’s Vengeance (Mafia Heirs #1) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mafia Heirs Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
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As we kiss, his fingers travel down my dress, and he gathers fistfuls of fabric in front of my hips. I gasp as he lifts the dress off the ground, holding it up with one hand while the other slips between my legs.

"Adrian, don't..." I whisper in between fervent kisses, even though my traitorous heart is pounding for him to keep going. "Don't do it."

"You said you wanted this," he mutters against my ear. "Did you lie to me, Marzia? Are you a little liar?"

"N-No, I-"

"Then be quiet and let me do this." His thumb outlines the shape of my pussy through the thin cotton of my panties. My breath gets caught in my throat, my eyes going to his for reassurance. But he's somewhere else entirely. Adrian's eyes are glazed over with barely controlled lust. "Want me to take them off?"

I know I should say no. I know I should push him away. But I'm desperate for this - my own little act of rebellion before my life goes from sheltered captive to Vitto's prisoner. I nod.

With a single fast movement, Adrian yanks my panties down my legs, exposing me to the cool air of the cellar.

"Shh," he whispers against my lips as I whimper. "It's okay. Let me take care of you. Let me show you how good it feels with me. How right this is."

His mouth closes on mine as his fingers touch the soft hair between my legs. My parents would never let me shave down there, but now my soft, downy hair fills me with embarrassment.

"So fucking beautiful," Adrian mutters against my lips, oblivious to the battle going on inside my head. "I'm going to rip every shred of your innocence away..."

I gasp as his finger slips between my pussy lips. He brushes his fingertip against my clit, barely paying it any attention, and I'm afraid I'll just collapse from the overwhelming pleasure. But Adrian isn't done yet. He keeps pushing deeper, insistently parting my folds until his finger outlines the thin layer of skin that makes me untouched, pure. A virgin.

"Adrian, I..." I'm struggling to get the words out. I blink fast, trying to come to terms with what's happening but unable to do so. "Please don't, I-"

"What did I say about telling me what to do?" he groans against my neck.

"N-Not to d-do it."

"That's right. So shut that pretty mouth and let me feel you."

His finger probes deeper. I cringe, my teeth chattering from the pressure and the cool room combined, anticipating his next move. He won't hurt me. He promised he wouldn't. But there's no denying that Adrian Bernardi isn't just toying with my body - he's playing with my mind, too.

"You want Vitto to be your first?" he asks.

"Don't..."

"Answer me."

"I don't want h-him to..."

"Answer," he barks again, his finger insistently pressing against my hymen.

"Please, Adrian!" I swallow, fighting a sob because this is just so overwhelming. "No, I don't want him to fuck me..."

"He won't," he promises darkly. "I'll make sure he never gets his hand on you, bambina."

"Please, Adrian, I'm scared." My teeth continue to chatter.

"You're soaking fucking wet," he muses against my lips, kissing me again. "You love this, don't you? You've waited for years to have me touch you right here."

I can't deny it, so I stay quiet, trying my best not to moan as he explores my folds with his cold fingers. He's right. I have wanted this for years. Every time I touched myself in secret, every time I thought about kissing, touching, fucking, Adrian was on my mind. I imagined what he would look like as a man. Whether he'd be as quiet and powerful as he'd been as a boy. Whether he'd still have the foolish notion that he could go up against Vitto and his friends - against anyone - to have me. To defend his own honor.

My eyes flutter closed while my lips part and a prayer falls from my lips.

“Ave, o Maria, piena di grazia..."

"Are you praying?" He smirks at me. "Your God won't save you now."

I do my best to ignore him, carrying on, but he lets go of my dress, one hand still between my legs as the other wraps around my neck. It's tight but gentle, and I gasp as he smirks down at me.

"You're so naive," Adrian laughs. "Nobody can save you now. There's no one left to help you. Once I decide I want something... nobody can stop me. And I want you, Marzia."

He plunges his fingers inside me then. My eyes widen and I cry out, "No, Adrian! Don't break it!"

But it's too late. A sob finally rips itself from my mouth and I shake in his arms as he plunges a finger deep inside me. My eyes water. The pain is blinding. He doesn't stop though, not even when I start to cry. He explores my pussy, his other hand still on my neck, our eyes locked.



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