Chapter 136

Liliana didn't respond but kept staring at him.

"Do you really want me to stop, Liliana?"

God, no.

I don't want you to stop.

She didn't respond but stared at him.

He took her silence as the answer he wanted to hear.

He got off her a bit and moved his other hand under her uniform. He pulled off her panties while maintaining eye contact with her.

He tossed her panties away, making her eyes follow the direction of the panties momentarily.

He hovered over her, claiming her eyes as he took her lips again, kissing her softly. She felt his hand move towards her pussy, making her entire body stiffen as she felt him insert a finger into her wet walls.

She arched her back, letting out a moan as he inserted another finger into her.

She threw her head back, letting out a moan as he stared at her.

"So wet," he said, moving his fingers inside her.

She looked at him with her pleasure frustrated face.

A slight smirk formed on his lips as he admired her. She is a fucking sight.

Hell, he wants more.

He raised her dress with his free hand and stared at her pussy.

"Fuck," he said, staring at it. His eyes moved to her.

Her cheeks are heated.

"Now I am thirsty," he said, making her furrow her brows.

He leaned down, positioned himself in between her legs and gave her a lick on her wetness.

"Oh God...." she moaned, moving involuntarily, but he held her thighs tightly as he continued licking her.

"Sir....uh.."

He began sucking her clit, taking all she could offer.

Liliana couldn't contend with the insane pleasure. She can't believe this is happening.

The boss is in between her legs, eating her out!

How is this happening?!

It feels so good!

Mario inserted two fingers into her again while devouring her clit with his skilled tongue.

"Oh...uh...oh God, sir...." she moaned helplessly as her eyes rolled to the back while she gripped the sheets tightly.

The pleasure is beyond anything she has ever felt.

So good.

So.....

Mario spread her legs wider and ate her like she was an actual meal.

Oh God!

DANTE'S ROOM........

"Fuck," Dante moaned as he pulled his dick off of Candela's walls, getting off her and laid next to her.

Candela held the sheets covering her chest while staring at the ceiling.

Dante let out an exhausted breath, smiling in fulfillment as he closed his eyes and opened them.

"That was awesome," he said.

Candela rolled her eyes and she sat up.

"You are such a sweet, sweet woman, Candela," Dante said, looking at her.

Candela picked up her phone on the nightstand and began scrolling.

"Just be mine already. Forget Adrian," he said, caressing her arm.

Candela moved his hand off her arm as she placed her phone back on the nightstand.

"That's not happening. Sit up, I need to talk to you about something," she said, making him furrow his brows.

"What do you mean that's not happening?" he asked.

She heaved a sigh.

"We are clearly into each other. I am always here to satisfy but that fucker doesn't value you," he said.

She scoffed. "That's my problem, Dante. It is none of your business and what makes you think you always satisfy me, huh?"

His face twitched.

"You only make cum once anytime we have sex. He makes me cum twice."

Dante looked away, gritting his teeth angrily.

"I am just managing what you can offer. Half is better than nothing. Please, let's get down to something serious," she said, flipping her hair a bit.

Dante suppressed his burning rage within him as he thought of ruining Adrian for being so fucking perfect.

Fucking bastard.

"Are you ready to listen to me?" Candela asked.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked without looking at her.

"Well, I want you to get rid of someone for me," she said.

"What makes you think I can get rid of people?"

Candela scoffed. "Oh please, you tried getting rid of Adrian, didn't you?"

"And he is still alive," he said.

"That's because he is not an ordinary man. You can't kill him easily," she said.

Dante clenched his jaw angrily.

"Who do you want to get rid of?" he asked regardless.

"Irina," she said, making him look at her.

She looked at him.

"Irina," he said.

"Yes, Irina."

"Why?"

She averted her eyes from him as she thought of that annoying woman.

"The bitch knows about us and she is blackmailing me," she said.

Dante scoffed. "You are scared that Adrian will find out about us?"

Candela didn't respond.

"You love him that much?" he asked.

She glared at him.

"No, scratch that. Of course, you don't love him. You are scared he will take away your crown and kick you out," he said.

"Are you going to do what I want or not?" Candela asked.

"Well, I will do it."

She averted her eyes from him.

"Good, you have to....."

"But under one condition," he retorted, making her look at him.

"Which is?"

"We will have to get rid of Adrian too," he said, making her face twitch.

"Together," he added.

"What type of ridiculous condition is that?" she asked.

He stared at her.

"I want Irina gone just to keep my marriage safe, and you want me to join you in getting rid of my husband? Are you even listening to yourself?" she asked.

"Yes, Candela. I know what I said. You don't love Adrian. You only care about your position as his wife and the lady of this mansion. He is like a crown to you. If we get rid of him, I will take over as the Don and you will be mine."

She stared at him.

"The wife of a true Morelli. You know fully well that i am a true son of the Morelli bloodline."

She kept staring at him.

"Adrian might be the Don now, but he is not a true Morelli. Join me in getting my inheritance back, and you will enjoy it more than you are enjoying now. You will have a man ready to give you what you want whenever you want, and I will never disrespect you. You will have equal power and rights once I am the Don. You will not worry about a thing, my sweet Candela. Trust me." He said.

Candela remained silent, staring at him as she processed all he had just said.

"Think about it," He said, hoping to convince her.

Candela averted her eyes from him, still processing all he had just said.

"Think about it carefully, baby."

She looked at him.

He smirked at her.

AT EVELYN'S APARTMENT.......

Evelyn is on her bed, lying on the side and has a folded white towel on her temples.

The sheets are covering her halfway and Lulu is lying next to her, linking her paw.

Imogen walked into the room from the bathroom with a white towel in her hand. She moved towards Evelyn and picked up the towel on Evelyn's temples. She replaced it with the new one in her hand, making Evelyn open her eyes slowly.

"Hey," Imogen said, sitting close to Evelyn.

"Hey," Evelyn barely whispered.

"You have to take your meds," Imogen said.

Evelyn sucked her teeth as she closed her eyes.

"Come on, Evie. You need your meds."

"I don't want them," she whined slightly.

"You have no choice in this. You have to take them so you will get better. Why are you being stubborn?" Imogen asked, sounding frustrated.

Evelyn didn't respond.

"You have been rejecting your meds since and look, you are getting worse every passing day," Imogen said worriedly.

Evelyn didn't respond.

Imogen heaved a sigh, reaching for the glass of water and meds on the nightstand.

"Evie,"

Evelyn didn't respond.

"Evelyn Millers,"

"What?" Evelyn whined without opening her eyes.

"Get up and take your meds,"

"Leave me alone, Imogen, please." Evelyn whined, turning her head away.

"Take your meds and I will leave you alone, I promise."

"No, take it away." Evelyn almost cried still without opening my eyes.

"Evie," Imogen called, getting worked up.

Evelyn didn't respond.

"Evie, please. Stop doing this to yourself. You are making me worried. How will you get well without taking your meds?"

Evelyn didn't respond.

Imogen heaved a sigh.

She returned the glass and meds to the nightstand.

She looked at Evelyn as Lulu got on Evelyn's body.

Imogen moved her gaze to the nightstand and stared at Evelyn's phone.

She reached for it and got on her feet. Staring at Evelyn, Imogen took out her phone from her pocket while taking steps away from Evelyn's bed.

She headed towards the living room as she unlocked Evelyn's phone. She went through Evelyn's call logs and searched for Mario's number.

She saw it but stared at it for a while.

She discarded it and searched for the Don's number instead.

She thought of what Evelyn could have saved his name as.

She typed Don on the search spot but didn't get a name.

She decided to search for Adrian.

She found it instantly. Evelyn saved it with a double red heart emoji.

Imogen copied the number onto her phone instantly and reached for the dial button.

MORELLI MANSION......

ADRIAN'S OFFICE......

Adrian's eyes rested on his laptop as he read a report on the screen. He is dressed in a black tank top and black sweatpants, seated on his chair in his office.

He picked up his glass of red wine and took a sip without taking his eyes off the screen.

A knock came on his door and it opened, revealing Dolores.

Adrian's eyes moved to her as she closed the door behind her. She is dressed in her green robe that stops above her knees.

"Hey, Adrian," she said, smiling seductively.

Adrian put down his glass and returned his gaze to his screen as she walked closer to his desk.

"How is work going?" She asked, placing her hands on the desk and staring at him with delight.

"What are you doing here?" He asked without looking at her.

She shrugged. "I came to see you."

He moved his fingers on the keyboard button.

"And I think I am horny. I want you right...."

"Get lost, Dolores," he retorted calmly without looking at her.

She furrowed her brows. "Adrian....."

"Don't make me repeat myself," he said, looking at her sternly.

Her face twitched.

"Get out," he ordered coldly.

She withdrew her hands from the desk and slowly headed towards the door.

Adrian returned his gaze to the screen, but Dolores stopped in her tracks and turned to him.

"You seem to have forgotten our deal, Adrian," she said.

He didn't respond.

"Do you want your son to know about you and your little mistress?"

He looked at her.

She stared at him boldly, ignoring the tiny nervousness within her.

"Or do you want Candela's rage?" She asked.

Adrian kept staring at her.

"I am horny. You have to do something about it right now," she said.

He scoffed, making her face twitch a little, but he got on his feet. He walked out of his desk and approached her, making her heart race as she stared at his perfection.

He towered her, making her lip part as she stared at him. She could feel the neediness in between her legs increasing.

God, he is so perfect!

He reached for her cheek, making her close her eyes as he caressed it. He moved his hand towards the back of her neck and gripped her hair tightly.

Her eyes opened instantly as a whimper escaped her lips.

She wasn't expecting that.

She stared at Adrian as he gripped her hair tightly, giving her pain.

She held his hand. "Adrian....."

"I guess you feel on top of the world because you think you have me wrapped around your blackmailing fingers, huh?"

"Adrian, you....you are hurting me."

He gripped her tighter, making her whimper again as she closed her eyes and opened them.

"Look at you, pathetic victim of domestic abuse. I gave you and your daughter a roof over your heads regardless of Candela's disapproval and this is how you repay me," he snarled.

She stared at him with her brimming eyes.

"I should have listened to Candela," he said.

"You shouldn't have slept with your son's girlfriend, Adrian," she said boldly.

Adrian tightened his grip on her hair, making her whimper in pain.

"What I do is not your fucking business, Dolores?" he snarled.

"Let go of me," she said, struggling to get his grip off her, but she was nothing compared to his strength.

"Pay attention,"

She stopped struggling.

"Stay in your business and keep shut. Try doing shit, and you will never see your daughter again."

Her face twitched.

He stared at her with all seriousness.

"You.....you can't do that."

"I am Don Morelli, Dolores. You have no idea what I am capable of," he said sternly.

She stared at him in disbelief.

"You would harm your own niece because of some girl?" she asked with furrowed brows.

"For her slutty mother, yes I would," he said coldly.

Her face twitched as her heart clenched.

"Do as I say, and no harm will come to her. It is as simple as that," she said, releasing her hair.

She whimpered as tears approached her eyes.

"Get out,"

She obeyed, closing the door after her.

"Pathetic bitch," he muttered, turning to his desk. He saw his phone vibrate on the desk.

He walked towards it and picked up his phone.

He saw an unknown number as the dialer.

He took the call and placed his phone close to his ear.

"Yes?"

"Don Morelli?"