Chapter Seventy Six

Massimo’s POV

“Go on,” I growled at the back of my throat, whilst hoping in a way that commanding her would at least make me feel a little better… but it didn’t.

I watched Adriana as she dipped to the floor, throwing her wild red hair behind her and I couldn’t help but become more aroused with each passing minute.

Something about the way she sensuously moved her hips, rotating it back and forth against the steel pole made me so hardened that for a minute, I had to check down there if I could still feel a thing or not and as if sensing my discomfort, she turned to look at me, met my eyes and then winked flirtatiously.

“Fucccck!” I groaned, watching her, unable to figure out if it was due to the fact that she was slow dancing without music or due to the fact that she had completely stripped off her clothes that was turning me on this much, I couldn’t say.

My fuzzy mind suddenly began to conjure up sexually oriented images in my head and this even further made me more uncomfortable than