Adrian doesn’t speak as we walk down the hall to my apartment. He doesn’t speak when I put in the code, trying to hide it from him after I changed it a few days ago.
He also didn’t speak on the ride here, and neither did his guards, who were the same solemn-faced ones from the last time.
To say I’m nervous would be an understatement.
I’m the one who came up with this plan to lure him in so he’d leave me sooner rather than later, but I never thought that the actual moment would be this nerve-wracking.
It doesn’t help that he looks as lethal and as handsome as ever. His physique is really impressive, whether it’s his straight nose or his chiseled cheekbones or the black clothes that add a dangerous edge to his muscular frame.
He’s the type of beauty one should only admire from afar. Whenever anyone gets close, he’ll snuff them out like a deadly exotic animal.
I step into my apartment and don’t turn around to make sure he followed since hushed footsteps fall behind me. I stop in front of the long, narrow table that I usually use for my keys if I haven’t left my car at the theater.
Releasing a shaky breath, I shrug off my coat and hang it above the table. It takes me a few seconds of inhaling deeply before I gather my courage. “We’re inside my apartment. You said you’d let me know when— Ohhh.”
My words end in a gasp mixed with a moan when he grabs a fistful of my hair and bends me over the table. My cheek meets the cold surface and my heart clenches in my chest as my eyes widen. I have no freaking clue why the sound I just released was a moan. It should’ve been a squeal, a scream, a call for help.
Anything but a moan.
His nose touches my hair from where his fingers are imprisoning me in place, then trails down to the soft flesh of my throat. Shudders and goosebumps break out on my skin, covering each other and allowing new ones to form.
His hot lips meet the shell of my ear and he nibbles down before he whispers in tight words, “You think I haven’t figured out what you’re doing, Lia?”
My eyes must double in size as I try to look at him, but his unyielding grip prohibits me the slightest movement. “W-what?”
“You’ve been waiting for this moment all night. Or…let’s say for part of the night. Did that busy brain of yours think you could get rid of me by being an obedient slut?”
My molars grind together as I snap, “I’m not a slut.”
“Then don’t fucking act like one.” His words are as scathing as his rare cursing.
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Do you want to be treated like a slut, Lia? Is that it?”
My words catch at the back of my throat when he lifts my dress to my waist. Cold air covers my backside despite the heat that’s on in my apartment.
Adrian cups me through my plain cotton panties and I gasp. Him touching me isn’t a novelty but more like meeting an old lover. And not just any lover, the only skilled lover who’s ever known how to twist my body in all the right ways possible.
But I’ve never had such a lover before. I’ve never been caught in an erotic maze by a mere touch as I am with Adrian.
Why did it have to be him, of all people?
“Mmm. You’re soaking wet. Is it because of being called a slut or being forced into this position?”
Either. Both. I don’t know.
I honestly have no clue what’s going on right now.
I should feel shame at being held down with my half-naked body in his full view. I should fight and get away from his strong killer hands and all the havoc they wreak.
But I can’t.
I tell myself it’s so he’ll leave me alone afterward. I tell myself it’s some fling like all the others, but those words fade into the background when he puts his hands on me.
Adrian bunches the underwear in his hand so it’s snapped in a tight line and rubs it against my clit in harsh, merciless strokes. My thighs clench in a fruitless attempt to stop the madness, but Adrian ups his rhythm until I’m trembling against the table.
The pleasure he wrenches out of me hooks against my bones and pulls me under. It’s not even about the pleasure, it’s about the monster who’s inflicting it. The unapologetic, savage monster who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. As I fall apart, biting my lip to stop from screaming, I realize that’s the reason I’ve been caught up in him since the first time he kissed me.
I’ve always secretly liked the type of man who takes whatever he wants while flipping the world the middle finger. No clue what that says about me as a human being, and in my defense, I’ve been doing just fine hiding that guilty pleasure all these years.
But before now, I didn’t have this mountain of a man in my life. I didn’t expect I’d meet someone who would put that fantasy into a literal application.
I’m still riding my orgasm when a slap reverberates in the air and the burning sting registers on my ass cheek. I freeze, my heart nearly stopping from the sudden onslaught of pain over pleasure.
Adrian just…spanked me.
“What…what was that for?” I ask in a breathy tone, still fighting the remnants of my orgasm.
“That was for hiding your voice from me. Don’t do that again.” He slaps me a second time and I jolt against the table, both of my hands gripping the edge tightly.
“Okay, I w-won’t.”
Slap.
My body jerks at the assault and foreign tingling erupts between my thighs.
Holy shit.
“I said I won’t…” My voice breaks with the need to contain my moans.
“But you used that juvenile word.” He spanks me again, leaving a pulsating burn on my skin and a clenching in my core.
I gasp, heat rising to my ears. “What was that for?”
“Because I wanted to. Mmm. You’re surprisingly responsive.” He teases a finger at my entrance and I flinch at the hot contact, or maybe it’s me who’s hot. “You like being spanked into obedience, Lenochka.”
“No…” I moan the word, unable to stay still.
“Oh, but you do. Look at how your cunt is inviting me in.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Torturing me.”
“Why do I think you like it? You hate how much you want it, but you don’t hate the sensations it creates inside you.”
I dig my nails into the wood, waiting, holding my breath for him to do something. He teases my entrance, coating it with my own juices and pushes his finger inside, but before I can really feel him, he pulls out.
It takes everything in me not to groan in frustration. It’s been a long time since I was this turned on, this attuned to my body’s needs as if it was the only path to my survival. Hell, I’ve never been this turned on in my life, except for the last time he brought me to orgasm.
“You want my fingers, Lia?” he asks in a seductive tone, one I’ve never heard before, one that’s heightening the state of my arousal.
“Mmmm…” I release an unintelligible sound.
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”
“Yes…” Shame rings in my ears as I breathe in and out, unable to gather my bearings.
“That’s a good slut.”
“I’m not…a slut,” I manage to mutter.
“Then are you a good girl?”
My heart thuds faster at those words.
“Whether you’re a good slut or a good girl depends on how you obey orders, Lia.”
My stomach clenches and the malevolent butterflies from the last time slash through it, wrecking any semblance of control I thought I was wielding. It was cartoonish all along, meaningless, and with no actual impact. Because the one who has been holding the power in his brutal hands from the get-go is the man who’s standing behind me, confiscating my air and my sanity.
“You won’t get my fingers, though.”
“W-what…?”
“It’s time I claim you.” While he’s still gripping me by the hair, I hear the unmistakable unbuckling of a belt and the unzipping of pants.
The rhythm of my heart turns scary. Worse than when I have intense workout sessions. Worse than any frightening moment I’ve experienced in my life.
And I realize with terror that it’s because the fear is now mixed with something entirely different. It starts with my sticky inner thighs and ends in my overstimulated core.
He leans over my back and I’m acutely aware of the massive erection nudging against my ass.
Oh, God.
I don’t need to see him to know he’s huge. It’s been a long time for me, so there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to take him.
I close my eyes when his hot breath meets my ears and he murmurs, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move, Lia, and when you do, you’ll only feel me inside you.”
I don’t get to analyze his words as he tugs on my underwear and rips them off me. I gasp, both at the barbaric action and the friction that follows at my clit.
Adrian palms my hip and parts my legs with one of his knees, and then he’s rubbing the head of his cock at my entrance.
I suck in a sharp breath when he drags it all the way over my folds and against my clit before going back again. He does it a few times.
Up.
Down.
Rub.
Down.
Up.
My head swims in a dizzy mixture of sensations, unable to take the torture anymore.
“Adrian…” I moan.
“Impatient, Lenochka?”
“Please.”
“Please what?” His voice hardens with arousal and authority.
“Please…”
“I asked, please what?”
“Don’t make me say it.” I’m breathing out the words now, sounding wanton to my own ears.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Adrian…”
“What?”
“Do it.”
“Do what?”
“Fuck me,” I murmur, my ears exploding in flames.
“I didn’t hear that.”
“Fuck me…ahhh.” I moan, then gasp when he sheathes himself inside me in one savage go, his groin slapping against my ass with the force of it.
I choke on the air as it’s knocked out of my lungs. My fingers are white and clammy around the table’s edge as I catch my breath and get used to the sheer size of him.
Did I think he was big? He’s so fucking massive, I can feel him everywhere inside me, all around me, and especially behind me.
I want to turn my head and look at him, see if his expression is as bewildered as mine must look right now. See if the mere penetration is affecting him like it is me. He’s not even moving, but the feel of him inside me pushes me to that edge all over again.
Adrian’s firm hold forbids me from staring at him as he starts moving, thrusting slowly at first, but it’s so deep, I feel the stretching of my walls around him.
“You’re so tight, Lia.” He strains, as if moving inside me is a chore. “So fucking perfect.”
My heartbeat roars in my ears as he ups his speed, hitting a secret part inside me that I didn’t know existed.
“Ahhh…Adrian…”
“You feel that, Lenochka?”
“Yes…yes… I never…never…ahhh…” I trail off as he hits it again, then pulls my legs farther apart to reach it fully.
“You never what?”
“Never…felt like this…” And it’s not just because of the sharp pangs of pleasure that come with each of his thrusts against it or how he’s taken complete hold of me. It’s about how a monster like him is able to wrench such strong emotions from me, how he hasn’t only entered my body, but is also forcing entry into my soul.
“And you never will at the hands of anyone else. From now on, you’ll forget about any bastard who touched you in the past.” His rhythm becomes uncontrollable, unforgiving, as he rams inside me with a force that rattles the table and my insides.
When he hits that spot again, I’m screaming in a voice I never knew I possessed. It’s so long and raw, like standing at the peak of a mountain and shouting at the top of my lungs to my heart’s content.
And just like that, I’m free. Like that day in my bedroom, I’m having an out-of-body experience where everything is trapped in a halo.
Adrian powers inside me over and over again, never slowing down. As he promised, he fucks me so hard, my front slides back and forth on the table, straining my hard nipples on the harsh surface.
That added burst of pleasure triggers another submerging wave that transports me to an alternate space. I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to. And I don’t want to, because at this moment, I feel wild and free like I never have in my life.
“Adrian…”
He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls me by it so that I’m suspended in mid-air while he drives into me. The position isn’t exactly comfortable, but it gives him more depth and my orgasm more force.
“Say it again. My name.”
“Adrian…” I manage on a whimper as my eyes clash with his. They’re ashen, but sparking with lust that mirrors mine. It’s so strong that I can taste it in the small space between us.
“You’ll never say anyone else’s name in that tone again.” The raw possessiveness registers for a second before he rubs my clit and I’m falling again.
This time, he uses my hair to drag me closer and crashes his mouth to my aching lips, plunging his tongue inside. He twirls it against mine with the same rhythm he’s fucking me. I’m delirious, the triple stimulation my undoing. I don’t even know if I’ll get back from this one, but I fall anyway.
That’s how I’ve felt about everything to do with Adrian since I first met him. He has a way of making me abandon my inhibitions and just…fall.
It’s liberating as much as it is dangerous.
Delicious as much as it is terrifying.
My eyes are drooping when I find myself in his arms again, his tongue at the back of my throat and his cock ramming into me with the harshness of a warrior.
He goes rigid at my back and grunts in my mouth as warmth fills my insides and then trickles down my thighs when he pulls out of me.
I’m yanked out of my haze when I realize that he just fucked me without a condom. Holy shit. How could I not think about it until now?
I’ve been on the pill for years to regulate my period, so that will protect me from pregnancy, but there’s something worse than that nowadays.
Adrian releases my hair, and before I can say anything, he picks me up. I squeal, arms looping around his neck to stop myself from falling.
He walks with absolute nonchalance toward my bedroom. His pants are hanging open, but other than that, everything else is in perfect order. His face is hard and unwelcome, and one would never think he’d reached his peak of pleasure just now. However, he feels more relaxed than when we first arrived. His muscles aren’t filled with tension and his hold feels a bit tender.
“You didn’t use a condom,” I murmur.
His gaze slides to mine and I feel cornered in it. “So?”
“STDs. Ever heard of them?”
“I haven’t been sexually active for months and I’ve always used condoms, so I’m clean.”
I trap my lip beneath my bottom teeth, my mind strangely going to the part where he hasn’t been sexually active for months. Who was his last victim? Someone like me?
That makes my skin crawl and I quickly shoo it away.
“Why didn’t you use a condom just now?”
He pauses. “I forgot.”
“You forgot?”
“Yes, am I not allowed to?”
“No, it just seems that you’re the type who would never forget.”
His eyes ease. “Correct.”
“So why did you?”
“I wish I knew.”
The quiet in his tone gives me pause as I ask, “What if I weren’t on birth control?”
“You obviously are, so why fuss about it?”
The nonchalant way he speaks bothers me. It’s like he really wouldn’t care even if I wasn’t on birth control. Does he truly lack any sort of remorse? Would he throw me out and regard the baby as collateral damage if I were to get pregnant?
“Would you like to have a shower first?” He pulls me out of my chaotic thoughts.
“First? Why? What’s going to happen after?”
“I’m taking you again.” He stops in the middle of my room, nuzzling his nose against my hair and inhaling me in. “Fucking roses.”
Goosebumps cover my skin and my thighs clench, because even though I haven’t come down from the first high, the need for another one hits me with a slamming force.
Still, I go the logical route. “I…I thought it was a one-time thing.”
“You thought wrong, Lenochka.” His voice is as calm as the devil, and just as lethal.
And I know, I just know that my life will never be the same again.
