The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 06

The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 06

I let myself give in to everything I was feeling and reached up greedily to touch his face. 

“Adrian Cross.” 

“I came here for you.” 

I missed him so much. 

Tears spilled down before I could stop them. 

His whole body went even stiffer, and he wiped my 

tears away with visible restraint. 

“Don’t cry. You’re killing me.” 

I was panting. 

God, I was done for. 

It was only the lightest touch, and still I had to clamp my thighs together. 

I missed his kisses. 

I missed his touch. 

“Adrian, I feel so awful. Please help me.” My voice came out rough and shaky as I rubbed helplessly against him. I could feel how badly he wanted me too. 

“Elena Vance, do you even know what you’re doing?” 

I did. 

I kissed him. 

He froze completely, then caught fire like a struck match and dragged me right into the blaze with him. 

One of his hands clamped around my waist and slid lower. The second he felt how wet I was, a ragged 

breath tore out of him. 

Downstairs, the diner was still open, and every now and then I could hear someone calling out an order. 

He sealed my mouth with his and moved his hand 

faster and faster. 

I grabbed onto his shoulders, my body shaking all over, 

and then… 

I couldn’t hold back the sound that wanted to break out 

of me. 

But his warning brushed my ear. 

“Don’t make a sound, or my mom will come 

upstairs…” 

He lifted me up, threw me onto the bed, and I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being unfastened. 

Then, in that same hoarse voice, he said, “You’re still a virgin?” 

Actually, I was conscious. 

I had only pretended to pass out. 

I lay there on Adrian’s shabby little bed with my clothes in disarray. 

I had lost count of how many times his hands had made 

me come. 

In the dim light, he watched every reaction on my face while his hands moved over me. 

He hadn’t even taken my clothes off. 

Whenever I tried to go further, he would pin me down again, and I could feel his restraint and gentleness in 

the way he stopped me. 

“Elena, you’re not in your right mind right now. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” 

We hadn’t actually gone all the way. 

I was already mortified. 

I had no idea how I was supposed to face him after that, 

so right then and there, I decided to play dead. 

Adrian tried to wake me up, and I even heard him 

mutter, “You’re this sensitive and one hand is already 

too much for you. What are you gonna do later?” 

I rolled over, exhausted, and fell fast asleep. 

When I opened my eyes again, Adrian was looking right 

at me. 

I panicked and blurted out the first thing that came to 

mind. 

“How am I here? Did you save me? What happened to 

those punks?” 

That’s right. 

I decided to fake amnesia. 

Otherwise it was just too embarrassing. 

Adrian looked at me for a long moment. He opened his 

mouth like he wanted to say something, but in the end, 

he gave up. 

“I already dealt with them for you. Don’t come to 

places like this again. It’s dangerous.” 

The fear from earlier came rushing back, and all at 

once I felt so wronged, so shaken, that the tears started 

falling before I could stop them. 

Adrian had lived in a place like this all his life. 

He must have been through danger like that over and 

over again. 

That was probably why he had become the youngest 

capo. 

I threw myself at him from behind, wrapped both arms tightly around his waist, and buried my face in his 

back. 

His body went stiff, and he didn’t move at all. 

I was trembling. 

“Elena, don’t be scared. I’m here.” 

“Okay.” 

Adrian asked nervously, “Then… can you stop crying 

now?” 

“Let me cry for five more minutes.” 

“Okay.” 

But once the tears started, they were impossible to 

stop. 

I cried into him for five minutes, and then another five. 

It felt like all the grievance and pain from my last life was finally pouring out of me in tears. 

Only after I had soaked through his T–shirt did I finally 

stop. 

“I’m hungry. I want your diner’s signature roast beef 

sandwich.” 

“Okay. Then you’re having two.” 

I laughed through my tears. 

That was when I suddenly realized he seemed to be terrified of my crying. The second I started tearing up, he would agree to anything I wanted. 

There was one exception, though. 

Crying in bed didn’t work on him. 

The more I cried there, the more turned on he got.