Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 43 Rafe

Sas helped Adelina up, making room for me.

It didn’t feel natural to follow the VP’s orders—yet—but Adelina had begged me to go along in the limo. And on the heels of one orgasm with my cock already hardening again, the sensation of letting go of the command felt... freeing.

Sas and Graff were already peeling off their clothes, so I did the same before reclining short ways across the desk. Leaning on my elbows as my legs dangled where Sas had been standing, fucking Adelina.

I ran my thumb over the ring on my third finger, astonished at how much it meant to me. How grounding it was for my broken soul.

Adelina curled into Sas, but he swatted her ass and said to her. “Ride your uncle for me, wifey.”

Blood drained into my cock, making it stand at attention as her molten chocolate eyes found mine. Fuck, I was done for, ready to be consumed by the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. The one I’d loved since before I became a man.

But as Adelina climbed over me, her breasts heavy, I fell in love all over again.

So much in love it hurt. My chest burned with it.

Adelina positioned herself above my dick and slid down, her eyes rolling back in her head before she refocused on me. “Tienimi pur un minuto, zio Rafaele? 1 .”

Sitting with my cock buried in her hot sheath, I wrapped my arms around her waist as hers came around my shoulders. Her breasts pressed into my chest.

A trembling started inside, and I closed my eyes.

Big mistake.

Visions flashed behind my eyelids—desert war crimes blending with Petra and Massimo.

“Rafe, listen to me,” Adelina said.

I opened my eyes, trying to blink away the blurry scene in front of me.

“You’re back. Good,” she whispered. “Resta con me.? 2 ”

“Sempre,” I answered, adoring that she was speaking in Italian. Sending messages to me that only we understood. My spoken Italian was choppy at best, but I comprehended it all.

Still in Italian, she continued, “You’re not what my father tried to make you. You’re not responsible for what you did in war.”

My heart shattered like the crystal, but she held me tighter, putting me back together. My cock still inside her wanted to move, to show her how much I loved her and wanted to please her, but I absorbed what she was giving me now. Vowing to forget my past sins was a promise I couldn’t make, but I would give her everything here and now.

“Tu sei mio? 3 ,” she said, then switched to English, raising her voice so the others would be included. “You’re ours. So stay the fuck with us.”

She drew back to look into my eyes.

Tears stung, and one rolled down my face. Then, I slanted my mouth over hers, devouring her sweet taste.

She kissed me back in long, slow strokes, telling me how much she cared for me with every passing of her tongue. And I tried to do the same. I didn’t know if words for how I felt about her would ever come, but I kissed her with all the love in my heart and soul.

It all belonged to her, after all.

1 ? Hold me for a minute, Uncle Rafe.

2 ? Stay with me.

3 ? You’re mine.