Chapter 14 - Adrian
The drive home was tense for Adrian as he remembered the words spoken that evening. His lips tightened, the taste of his disdain still fresh. Rhiannon's family—their dismissive attitude, the way they belittled her—made his blood boil.
He had seen the look in their eyes, the arrogance, like they were entitled to judge Rhiannon, to question her worth simply because she was a woman. It sickened him. How could they not see the strength in her? They reduced her to a pawn in their game, and the betrayal of it all clawed at him.
Her own brothers had taunted her with crude jokes, sending flashes of rage through his body—as if she wasn't anything more than a womb to be bred.
He clenched his fists and remembered how Rhiannon had gritted her teeth, fighting to keep her composure. She was tougher than they could ever comprehend, and yet they continued to push her, to belittle her, believing their superiority meant everything.
Adrian let out a slow breath, shaking his head. He had never been one for family dynamics—his own had been rife with shadows and threats—but this… this was a different level of toxicity. The sheer audacity of her brothers, the entitlement of her family. It was infuriating.
As he replayed the night in his head, Adrian started to understand the responsibility Mikhail had tried to explain about marriage and that, in taking her as his wife, he wasn't just married to Rhiannon; he'd taken on an obligation to protect her, and that meant her feelings as well. That those people had treated her like that, with such disrespect—it ignited a fierce determination within him. Those scornful looks, the laughs at her expense—he wouldn't stand for it. He'd show her family that respect wasn't given freely; it was earned. He just had to be careful how he did it.
Regardless, he planned to have them change the ways they spoke to her. The next fucking family meeting her father called wouldn't end with his wife hiding in hallways to escape everyone's callous words.
They'd called him a fucking brute, and he nearly snorted. The very same people treating their own sister like shit had called him a brute.
Fucking assholes.
He ran a hand through his hair, finally directing his mind back to Rhiannon. How she had looked at him, those eyes glimmering with something—gratitude, relief, even a hint of desire. It unsettled him. She shouldn't have to feel grateful that he was treating her like a human.
The apartment door slammed shut behind him, jarring him from his thoughts. Adrian blinked back the haze, removing his jacket and tossing it onto the couch with a dismissive scoff. "Shit, and I thought my family was insane."
Before he could process anything further, Rhiannon was upon him, her lips finding his with a fierce urgency that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated need straight through him.
Fuck , he hissed a curse into her mouth as her warm body pressed against him, igniting a fire in his already ramped-up desire.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she pressed against him with desperate hunger, a need that mirrored his own. Something more than lust—but he wasn't arrogant enough to assume it was love.
Rhiannon's mouth opened, her tongue exploring his with feverish urgency. He responded instinctively, his hands moving to her waist, tightening his grip as he savored the feel of her body pressed against his. The scent of her perfume layered with the lingering hint of sweat was intoxicating. Her breath hitched, a low moan escaping her lips as he deepened the kiss, their tongues entwining in a fierce dance.
He shifted his grip, hands moving lower to cup her ass, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft fabric of her dress. A low groan erupted from his chest—half pleasure, half primal need. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, lips trailing to the sensitive skin of her neck, feeling her arch against him.
"Adrian," Rhiannon pleaded, urgency lacing her voice as she grasped at his shirt.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, body jolting as she ripped at his button fly, pulling it down. "What are you doing, Baby?"
Lust clouded his thoughts while she breathlessly responded, "Rewarding you." Her delicate hands gripped his length, pulling him out into the light and exposing the throbbing evidence of his desire.
Precum beaded on his tip, and her eyes focused on it with a hunger that made him breathless. When she took him into her mouth, he bucked, swearing as her soft warmth enveloped him, every sensation heightened.
"For what?" Adrian managed to choke out.
"For standing up for me," she pulled away to whisper, and if the apartment hadn't been as silent as it was, he would've almost missed the words. "And for believing in me."
"You don't have to do this," he managed through gritted teeth, even as his mind screamed for her to continue. "You don't need to reward me for standing up for you."
She swallowed his dick again and all the frustration he'd been feeling made it impossible for him to do anything to stop her now.
Her whimpers vibrated around him, driving him wild, and he leaned against the back of the couch, unable to push her away. The soft, slurping sounds filled the air, mixing with his groans, heightened by the pressure in his body, and he whispered her name as she took him deeper.
"Rhiannon," he urged, voice rough and low, barely holding on to control.
She pulled away just enough to murmur, "Please, I want to."
Hell, he could never say no to her, not like this. His whole body trembled as she flicked her tongue against the sensitive head of his cock. Her movements were teasing and gentle like she was enjoying herself, enjoying what she was doing to him. Darkness clouded his vision, and Adrian's shoulders tensed as he tugged a little harder at her hair. The teasing gnawed at him, and the release was close, entangled with her skilled mouth.
"Stop fucking teasing me. Suck my cock like you mean it," he growled, raw need clawing at him. If she was going to do this, then he wanted her to do it properly. He wanted to feel the warm silk of her mouth tightening against his cock until he couldn't even think. As if that was all she wanted, him on his knees for her.
He'd do that—bend down on his knees and kneel for his Princess, but only if she did first.
As if she could hear his thoughts, Rhiannon moaned, hollowing her cheeks as she swallowed him whole. The sensation had Adrian gasping, his sensitive head nudging the back of her throat, driving him to the edge. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and her mouth, tight and hot, dragged across his dick. Her lips left crimson lipstick rings around his cock, as if to mark her progress, and his abs clenched as he saw it. He liked having her mark on him.
"Are you wet for me, Baby?" he crooned, the heat of her mouth sending tingles down his spine. He noticed her hand drifting under her dress, and it only fueled the fire within him.
"Spread your legs and touch yourself," he ordered hoarsely, watching as she complied, one hand sliding between her thighs. Rhiannon looked good with submission, and he'd decorate her in jewels if it meant she'd be his good little wife and act obediently like this outside of the bedroom. A dark laugh spilled from his lips. If only it were that easy—nevertheless, he'd praise what he could in the hopes that it would stick.
"Good girl," he growled, eyes darkening with desire as his body tensed. "Now fucking swallow."
Muffled moans filled the air around him as he buried himself in her warm, inviting throat. Each swallow sent shockwaves through him, and Adrian groaned lowly in his chest, feeling too far gone.
He had her right where he wanted her—hungry, willing. The world faded, and all that remained was this moment of primal connection.
"Now, Rhiannon," he urged, gripping her hair while thrusting deeper, "take it all."
Right to the very root, Adrian grunted, urgency filling his blood as his cock throbbed harder in her mouth. Warm, it was so fucking warm. Tingles flickered down his spine as he gave into his impulses and fucked her mouth raw, his desire taking over. He couldn't stop. He couldn't fucking stop.
His cock burst as she let out a desperate moan, her little body shuddering at his feet. "That's it, Gorgeous," he gasped, shoving to the root one last time as he spilled cum down her throat. "Swallow it all."
He felt her nails scrape the back of his thighs as she gasped for air. The fire between them crackled, and as she sputtered, he let go, pulling her up before their eyes locked.
"Now, it's my turn," he growled as he dropped to the floor in front of her. Adrian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, his sensitive cockhead sliding between their bodies and leaving him bristling even as he kissed her, tasting himself in between her teeth and her tongue. Beaded nipples brushed his chest, and he dropped his hands to her ass, squeezing the muscle there as he spread her legs wider and found her wetness trailing down her thigh.
Satisfaction bloomed as he trailed his fingers through it, and when he dragged them to her pussy lips, he thrust two fingers in without hesitation. Rhiannon yelped in surprise, her sharp teeth biting his bottom lip as he kept up the pace, his other hand slipping to her clit, and when he pinched it, she screamed, shattering in his arms. He wasn't surprised, he knew she'd been unable to do anything about her desire since he caught her with her hands in her pants. He'd been doing that on purpose, and now that she'd come, he only wanted more.
Adrian wasn't done with her yet.
Nudging her onto her back, he pressed himself between her spread legs and shoved his face toward her dripping pussy. "Let me worship you," he demanded, his desire burning in his chest as he kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue.
He used his teeth to scrape red marks on her thighs, then licked up whatever dripping fluid he could find, and while she was still shuddering with his fingers in her pussy, he sucked his clit into her mouth until she let out another scream. Feeling her tightening on his fingers, Adrian added another finger and his blood burned when Rhiannon's back arched. She sounded like she was choking, and he stopped for a moment, only to find her staring up at the ceiling with the kind of shock he'd only ever reserved for virgins. He doubted Rhiannon was one, she wouldn't have allowed her father to control her to that point, but he was going to make sure she forgot his name. Whoever the fuck it was that had been with her first. Dark, possessive need only firmed his resolve.
"You can take it," he purred, marking her legs with his teeth and tongue, and leaving dark hickeys that he wanted to tattoo on her skin. "Relax for me, Baby."
Her body shuddered, and her legs widened further until her ankles met her ass cheeks and her knees hit the bed. "Look how flexible you are," he crooned, leaning his weight on her thighs as he pressed and curled his fingers even deeper in her sopping wet cunt. She was tight, especially now that she'd cum for him, but he didn't mind taking his time. "Can you take more for me?"
She'd have to, his cock was growing harder and her tight pussy needed to learn to take a little more before he fucked her raw.
Rhiannon whimpered, her fingers gripping his hair tightly. "No."
"You sure?" he said, his voice admonishing, a complete contradiction to how his eyes gleamed with male satisfaction. She shook her head, her thighs starting to tremble from the stretch, and before she could say anything, he dropped his mouth to her pussy and nipped at her clit, pulling a squeal from her lips.
He wasn't expecting her to cum again, and so soon—but Rhiannon's whole body shuddered. She let go of his hair to press her hands against the floor for leverage as she arched, her abs clenched tightly enough for him to see.
"God, the things I'm going to do to you," he said, laughing darkly as she recovered, her chest heaving.
"Damn it, Adrian!" she hissed as he bent to suck on her clit. "Adrian, wait—I can't, it's too soon."
Still sitting up, Rhiannon sank her fingers into his hair, tugging at his scalp as he left her sensitive clit to lickcircles around her labia.
"Shit!" she squeaked, her pussy gushing around his fingers as he tried to add another finger. It took a moment to work his way through her tightness, he didn't want to tear her, but the moans she was making made it twice as hard as it should've been. "I can't," she whimpered, arching up.
"Just relax." Adrian stopped to grin, and as she relaxed and let out a breath, he added a fourth finger. His hand stilled while she moaned, low and deep in her throat. "See," he murmured, pressing his tongue to her clit again.
The pressure on his knuckles was enough to make him insane, and the bite of pain as Rhiannon pulled out his hair made him all too aware of how heavy his cock was between his legs.
"Feels so full," she murmured as she slumped to the floor, her mouth dropping open on another low moan as he started to fuck her pussy, nice and slow.
Then, right before she orgasmed, he pulled away and laughed at her scream of outrage. "I thought you couldn't take more," he teased.
"I hate you!" she spat as he returned his hand in one thrust that left her arching up with a cry.
"Now, why would you say such hurtful things," he purred as she rocked against his hand. "That's it. You're doing so well, Princess," he coaxed, loving the way her thighs clenched against his grip. "Give me one more," he coaxed, brushing the tip of his thumb against her heat. She clenched around him, but he pulled it away. She wasn't ready for a full fisting yet, but maybe with enough training, he'd get to feel the full heat of her around the entire breadth of his hand. Dropping low to taste her mouth, Adrian's breath hissed from deep in his chest as Rhiannon latched onto his bottom lip with her sharp teeth.
As if to make up for the pain, she sucked it into the heat of her mouth, falling into another orgasm. Her mouth spilling the sound of her whimpers into his.
As soon as her pussy stopped clenching around his fingers, he pulled his hand away once more.
She cried out hoarsely while her pussy gushed, and liquid seeped to the floor beneath her. His cock was brushing against the floor in a way that made hiss between his teeth.
Her body submitted to him beautifully. Rhiannon submitted beautifully .
"I've never seen anything more stunning," he murmured, He palmed his cock and brought it to her entrance, and this time, while she was staring dazed at the ceiling, he guided himself into her clenching tunnel with a raspy moan.
She'd felt good on his hand, but it was nothing compared to how her pussy wrapped around the length of his cock.
"Adrian," she breathed, arching up until her nipples brushed against his chest. "God! You're so deep." Her voice cracked as his hips finally met hers, and his whole body shivered. There was nothing he wanted more than to fuck her hard and fast on the floor, but he didn't want that for their first time together.
"Let me worship you," he murmured again instead and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, Adrian palmed her hip and started to make love to her. He couldn't tell her it yet, but he thought he might be falling for Rhiannon, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, those feelings only grew.
Adrian set a smooth rhythm that had his cock sliding through her pussy, and when he pushed a hand under her ass to lift her hips, his cock reached something deep inside her that left Rhiannon grunting.
Sweat flickered across her brow, and it wasn't long before his balls grew tighter, and he felt the familiar spread of tingles running down his spine—but it wasn't until she pressed her lips to his ear and murmured, "I want to feel you cum in me," that made him lose all sense of the control he'd gained. Adrian's thrusts grew quicker, and his breaths became shorter as he drove into her, and when he finally came, it was with a deep moan he felt to the bottom of his fucking chest.
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Delicate fingers traced circles on his stomach. They were still lying in the living room, too sated to go upstairs to his room. Neither of them was bothered about the potential of someone walking in, though Adrian knew his alarms would blare the second someone opened that door without his permission. Yet, he couldn't help but feel warm deep inside him at another sign of his wife's trust.
Looking at her, he tucked a hair behind her ear. She snuggled closer, but the barest of creases lined her forehead, telling him that her family's attitude still bothered her more than she would admit.
In an attempt to lighten the situation, he laid a hand along her spine and drawled, "I told you that you couldn't resist me, Princess."
"You said I'd come begging," she replied dryly, and he let out a huff of laughter. So he had.
"I distinctly remember your pleas, Baby," he crooned, dipping his mouth to take hers in a kiss that left him lightheaded. "Or was that all in my imagination, too?"
"Blame it on the suit," she responded with a catch in her voice, and before he could laugh at what she'd said, Rhiannon climbed above him and kissed him deeper, her naked body stretching languidly over his.