The song ended, and my stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment. Dad chuckled, his usual humor creeping back in. He led me back to the table and called over a server to prepare me a plate of food and left to attend other guests.
From my seat, I spotted Adam on the dance floor, swaying with my mother. They appeared to be in deep conversation, his expression unreadable. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were discussing.
I was pulled from my thoughts when my mother-in-law approached me from behind and took the seat beside me. Her presence was still somewhat foreign; Adam had never taken me to his parents’ house, and this was probably only the third time I had met her.
“I’m glad I caught you alone,” she began, pulling out a small, unassuming box and placing it in my hands.
Curious, I opened it. Inside were a pair of earrings—simple, almost plain, and seemingly inexpensive. I looked at her in confusion, unsure of their significance.
“They may not look like much,” she explained, her tone unusually serious, “but they are the most precious possession passed down to me by my mother-in-law. There’s a deadly secret hidden in them, a secret that will only reveal itself when the time is right. But this secret is meant to remain within the daughters of the Black family.” She paused, her eyes locking onto mine. “Since you are now the only daughter, my responsibility for keeping them ends, and yours begins. Don’t ever lose them.”
Her words sent a chill down my spine. “A deadly secret?” I asked hesitantly.
She didn’t answer my question, instead leaning closer. “I’m so happy you finally agreed to join our family. I know you might have felt forced into it, but I promise, Adam will take good care of you.”
Before I could respond, she hugged me tightly and walked away, leaving me stunned and clutching the mysterious box. I discreetly tucked it into my garter belt, the only hiding place I could think of at the moment. I didn’t want Adam to know about it—not yet.
Alice soon slid into the chair beside me, taking my mother-in-law’s place. She immediately noticed my distracted demeanor. “What did she want?” Alice asked, her tone tinged with irritation.
“Nothing important,” I muttered, not wanting to get into it.
Alice raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, I noticed a faint red mark on her arm—a handprint. My gaze lingered on it until she followed my line of sight.
“Ryan,” she said simply, her voice carrying both exhaustion and defiance.
I swallowed hard, choosing not to dig deeper. Ryan was a name that carried weight in our world. Alice, unlike me, had been exposed to the mafia from a young age. She was a trained fighter, sharp and unrelenting. I, on the other hand, only knew the basics of self-defense. But if anyone could face Ryan head-on, it was her.
Just then, my plate of food arrived, and so did Adam. He sat down beside me, his presence immediately commanding all my attention. Without warning, his hand slid under the table and rested on my exposed thigh, thanks to the slit in my dress. The tablecloth hid his actions, but I was painfully aware of every move he made. He teased me by letting his hand explore the curves of my thigh, moving higher and higher. His eyes sparkled with an evil glint, hoping to get a reaction out of me. He wasn’t wrong when he said he was going to play with me.
"How's the food, sweetie?" he asked innocently, though his face didn’t match his tone.
I ignored him and tried to focus on the plate of food in front of me. It had all my favorites, but I realized I was more frustrated than hungry. He leaned in, taking the spoon from my trembling hands as his other hand slid dangerously close to my most sensitive spot.
"Let me," he said softly as he fed me a bite of pasta. The moment the spoon touched my mouth, his fingers brushed against my heat.
I froze in shock. "Adam, please, no."
"Shut up and eat, kitten," he growled, his voice low but firm. "You’ll need your strength for tonight."
He leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching mine, and whispered darkly, "You take whatever I give you tonight. You made a promise—now bear with it."
Pulling away, he leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed, as though nothing had happened. My face was flushed red, and anyone watching might assume it was because Adam was feeding me. They couldn’t be more wrong.
The torture continued as he kept feeding me with one hand while the other teased me mercilessly. He didn’t even insert a finger, just circled his hand over me, occasionally pinching in ways that made me stifle a moan. My attempts to swallow the food he fed me became increasingly difficult as my body betrayed me.
I was sweating, beads of moisture forming on my forehead. Adam didn’t make it any easier—his gaze was fixed on me as though I was the most beautiful thing in the world, hypnotizing me to look back into his eyes. I was so close. "Adam, please," I begged in a desperate whisper. "Let me..."
He shook his head, a wicked smile on his lips. "Endure it," he said simply.
When the plate was finally empty, he removed his hand and licked his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving mine. He dared me to look away, but I couldn’t. Just as I thought the ordeal was over, he called the waiter and ordered dessert.
Moments later, my favorite ice cream—rich chocolate cream—was placed in front of me. I tried to focus on the dessert, ignoring Adam’s predatory gaze. Scooping a spoonful into my mouth, I was caught off guard when the vibrator suddenly came to life. A loud moan escaped my lips, and I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth as heads turned toward me.
Adam, ever the actor, placed a hand on my thigh, feigning concern. His eyes were soft, filled with mock worry as he asked, "What happened, princess? Are you all right?" He fully understood the chaos he had caused.
I stammered, trying to downplay the situation. "I-It’s the b-best ice cream I’ve ever eaten."
As the ice cream dripped from my lips, Adam leaned forward and licked it away, his proximity and actions sending me over the edge. I came, overwhelmed by the sensations—the vibrator, the coldness of the ice cream, and Adam being so close.
"So, the punishment increases," he murmured mischievously as I tried to catch my breath.
He stopped the vibrations, giving me a momentary reprieve, but his hand remained, casually roaming along my thighs. As his hand brushed against the box I had tucked into my garter, he paused.
"So," he murmured, leaning in closer, his voice low and filled with dark intent, "how many surprises am I going to find between these beautiful legs, baby girl?" He let out a soft grunt. "The only things I want to find here are my hands, my face, my dick, or the toys I’ve shoved into you." His words sent a shiver down my spine.
"Give me the box," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I hesitated, looking at him pleadingly, but his annoyed expression made it clear he wouldn’t back down. Reluctantly, I handed him the box. After inspecting it briefly, he slipped it into his pocket.
"So, you had a word with my mom, huh?" he muttered under his breath, his expression unreadable.
Adam behaved for most of the ceremony, sticking to our agreement, but during the toast, his hand would occasionally slip under the table, teasing my thighs and making it nearly impossible to focus on the speeches being directed at us. My cheeks flushed every time his fingers grazed my skin. He had meant every word when he said that part of me was for his convenience. The rest of the night, he took full advantage of every opportunity he got.
But despite Adam’s relentless teasing, I enjoyed every moment of the reception. It was one of the best nights of my life, surrounded by close friends and family. It was the first day of my life as Isabella Adam Black, and it was a day I would never forget.
Eventually, it was time to bid farewell to my family. Most of the guests had left, with only a few family members and close friends lingering. I hugged my mom and dad one final time that night, feeling a wave of bittersweet emotions as I said my goodbyes.
Finally, Lisa approached me, wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace. She whispered, “I’m sorry for ignoring you the whole time.”
I gave her a reassuring smile, whispering back, “I know it wasn’t your fault.”
As I pulled away, I noticed Josh walking up behind her, exchanging a silent nod with Adam. Lisa stepped back as Alice came up and hugged me tightly. “Congratulations, Bella,” she said with genuine happiness.
Ryan wasn’t far behind her, naturally glued to her side. I rolled my eyes internally. Couldn’t he leave her alone for just one moment? I couldn’t help but feel frustrated with these guys and their constant need to assert control. It was obvious there had been some agreement between Adam, Josh, and Ryan to keep Lisa and Alice from being too close to me tonight.
We used to be inseparable—the three musketeers who never left each other’s side. That was, of course, until these three controlling, annoying men entered our lives.
Adam, standing off to the side, gestured for us to leave. Josh came over to congratulate me, pulling me into a brief hug. “Welcome to the family,” he said with a playful grin. “Don’t worry—you won’t feel the emptiness of not having a sibling or dealing with this annoying one. I’ll be here to annoy you and take your side whenever you and Adam fight.”
His comment earned him an immediate smack on the arm from both Alice and Adam.
Ryan approached next, taking my hand in his and giving it a firm shake. “Congratulations, Bella,” he said sincerely before adding, “If Adam ever does something you don’t like, just give me a call, and I’ll bash him up for you.”
I laughed at his teasing tone, shaking my head. “Thanks, Ryan, but I don’t think Adam would let me get that far.”
As if on cue, Adam stepped forward, his arm slipping possessively around my waist. “Damn right, she won’t,” he muttered darkly, glaring at Ryan. “I’d kill you before I let her call you.”
He tugged me closer, ensuring there was no space between us. “Let’s go, Isabella,” he said softly, his tone final as he guided me toward the car.
Adam opened the passenger-side door for me, gently helping me in. “Sit, princess,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple before shutting the door. He rounded the car, settling into the driver’s seat as I buckled in.
The others stood by, waving as we drove off into the night. I waved back, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me. But just as we passed through the gates, a familiar buzzing sensation started between my legs.
“Adam!” I screeched, whipping my head toward him.
He smirked, holding up a small remote in his hand. His attention stayed fixed on the road, but the dark glint in his eyes was unmistakable. Placing one hand firmly on my thigh, he said in a low, amused voice, “Ryan. You let him touch you.”
My heart sank. “Adam, it wasn’t like that,” I stammered, trying to explain.
“You didn’t?” he asked with a raised brow, glancing at me briefly. “You let him hold your hand, didn’t you? You laughed at his joke. That’s enough.”
His smirk widened as he pressed a button on the remote, increasing the intensity of the vibrations.
“Adam!” I gasped, squirming in my seat. “Please, not while you’re driving!”
He chuckled darkly, his grip on the wheel steady. “Oh, sweetheart, this is just the beginning. Consider it your punishment for letting another man think he can get that close to you.”
I groaned, slumping back into my seat. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, my cheeks burning. “And you love it.” he groaned, driving as fast as could to get us home.
I bit my lip, knowing full well he was right. As the car sped through the night, I resigned myself to my fate, already certain I wouldn’t be able to walk by morning.
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