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"Are you nervous about my presence, Mia?" He touches my leg, which was swinging, holding it in place.
"N-no." I answer weakly, and he moves even closer to my face, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
"Then why are you breathing so hard?" He smiles in a mischievous way, squeezing my thigh.
I close my eyes, leaning back and holding back a moan. I wanted much more than that. I would like to feel his mouth on mine immediately.
"Adam…" It's all I can say.
"Tell me what you want, Mia." He slides from my cheek to my lips.
"Kiss me… please." I almost whisper, fixed on his gaze.
Without delay, he does what I ask for gently and sweetly. He asks for entrance with his tongue, and I give it, feeling his mint taste. Our tongues fit perfectly, fast and fiery movements in a sensual game. He bites my lower lip carefully before pulling away and smiling.
"Mia, we're about to land." I feel a whisper in my ear.
My body shivers and my eyes open back to reality. I had dreamt about my best friend's dad.

"Look at me!" He spoke angrily.
"You're a monster," I said softly, almost whispering, refusing me to obey.
"Look at me!" He shouted, making me comply. "I rule this place, ragazza! You only speak or move in my presence if I allow it. I decide whether you live or die. I am the Don, ragazza," he said, pointing the gun at me again, this time at my head, the same place he had just shot.
I struggled to breathe, my chest rising and falling, his words echoing in every part of my body. He stared intensely at me while cocking the pistol, ready to fire.
"Don't hurt me, Stefano," I pleaded, my voice trembling and faltering.
"Too late, Beatrice."
His fingers moved; Stefano was about to pull the trigger when the image of Davide filled my mind, his laughter, the sleepless nights caring for him, and most importantly, the question of who would take care of him when I was no longer there. Stefano had no right, Stefano couldn't do this, and I would do anything to save my son, even if it meant handing him over to one of the leaders of the most powerful mafia in the country. It was time to tell the truth.
"We had a child that night!"

—¿Estás nerviosa por mi presencia, Mia? —Toca mi pierna, que estaba balanceándose, y la sostiene en su lugar.
—N-no —respondo débilmente, y él se acerca aún más a mi rostro, rozando mi mejilla con su pulgar.
—Entonces, ¿por qué estás respirando tan fuerte? —Sonríe de manera traviesa, apretando mi muslo.
Cierro los ojos, echándome hacia atrás y conteniendo un gemido. Quería mucho más que eso. Me gustaría sentir su boca en la mía de inmediato.
—Adam... —Es todo lo que puedo decir.
—Dime qué quieres, Mia —desliza su mano de mi mejilla a mis labios.
—Bésame... por favor —casi susurro, fija en su mirada.
Sin demora, hace lo que le pido con suavidad y dulzura. Pide entrada con su lengua, y se la doy, sintiendo su sabor a menta. Nuestras lenguas encajan perfectamente, movimientos rápidos y ardientes en un juego sensual. Muerde mi labio inferior con cuidado antes de alejarse y sonreír.
—Mia, estamos a punto de aterrizar —siento un susurro en mi oído.
Mi cuerpo tiembla y mis ojos se abren de nuevo a la realidad. Había soñado con el padre de mi mejor amiga.

"Você está nervosa com a minha presença, Mia?" Ele toca minha perna, que estava balançando, segurando-a no lugar.
"N-não." Respondo fracamente, e ele se aproxima ainda mais do meu rosto, passando o polegar sobre minha bochecha.
"Então por que você está respirando tão forte?" Ele sorri de maneira travessa, apertando minha coxa.
Fecho os olhos, inclinando-me para trás e segurando um gemido. Eu queria muito mais do que isso. Gostaria de sentir a boca dele na minha imediatamente.
"Adam..." É tudo o que consigo dizer.
"Me diga o que você quer, Mia." Ele desliza da minha bochecha para os meus lábios.
"Me beija... por favor." Quase sussurro, fixada no olhar dele.
Sem demora, ele faz o que eu peço de maneira gentil e doce. Ele pede entrada com a língua, e eu cedo, sentindo o gosto de menta dele. Nossas línguas se encaixam perfeitamente, movimentos rápidos e ardentes em um jogo sensual. Ele morde meu lábio inferior cuidadosamente antes de se afastar e sorrir.
"Mia, estamos prestes a pousar." Sinto um sussurro no meu ouvido.
Meu corpo estremece e meus olhos se abrem de volta à realidade. Eu tinha sonhado com o pai do meu melhor amigo.

"Bist du nervös wegen meiner Anwesenheit, Mia?" Er berührt mein Bein, das geschwungen hatte, und hält es fest.
"N-nein." antworte ich schwach, und er kommt noch näher an mein Gesicht heran, streicht mit seinem Daumen über meine Wange.
"Warum atmest du dann so schwer?" Er lächelt verschmitzt und drückt meinen Oberschenkel.
Ich schließe die Augen, lehne mich zurück und unterdrücke ein Stöhnen. Ich wollte viel mehr als das. Ich wollte sofort seine Lippen auf meinen spüren.
"Adam…" Mehr kann ich nicht sagen.
"Sag mir, was du willst, Mia." Er gleitet von meiner Wange zu meinen Lippen.
"Küss mich… bitte." flüstere ich fast, fixiert auf seinen Blick.
Ohne zu zögern tut er, worum ich ihn bitte, sanft und süß. Er bittet mit seiner Zunge um Einlass, und ich gewähre es, schmecke seinen minzigen Geschmack. Unsere Zungen passen perfekt zusammen, schnelle und feurige Bewegungen in einem sinnlichen Spiel. Er beißt vorsichtig in meine Unterlippe, bevor er sich zurückzieht und lächelt.
"Mia, wir landen gleich." höre ich ein Flüstern in meinem Ohr.
Mein Körper zittert und meine Augen öffnen sich zurück zur Realität. Ich hatte von dem Vater meiner besten Freundin geträumt.