Adamo’s POV
I knew he was watching.
I felt him before I saw him—the weight of his stare like a ghost in the room, thickening the air, crawling up my spine.
I didn’t stop.
I wouldn’t stop.
Not when my baby was riding me like she was made for it.
Not when her tight, wet p***y gripped my c**k, sucking me in, making me see stars.
I glanced toward the hallway, catching the faintest shadow shifting against the dim light.
Marco.
The piece of s**t was standing there. Watching.
A sick, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
He wanted a show?
I’d f*****g give him one.
I sat up, wrapping a hand around Sade’s delicate throat, guiding her down as she bounced on my c**k like she wanted to ruin me.
Her eyes went hazy, lips parting in a gasp.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against
