Darling Villain (Forbidden Fruit #1)

Chapter 16

Adrien

I fear I may be addicted to the feeling of Tiffany’s lips under mine, soft and eager. She tastes like vanilla and sugar, like everything sweet and innocent.

I’ve been trying to distance myself from her, staying away and giving her space, but it’s nearly impossible when she takes up so much space in my thoughts and my home. I even attempted to distract myself with Katherine, but Tiffany destroyed any shred of sanity I had left by barging into my bedroom at an ungodly hour, angry and jealous.

Marcus is close to cracking the security system at Carter Manor and Daniel collected enough evidence of the shipments going in and out of Dean’s property. In a few short days, maybe a week at most, I will have to let Tiffany go. But instead of pushing her away, I deepen our kiss and pull her closer.

I can’t bring myself to let go when I’m finally about to have her—the woman whom I’ve kidnapped, whose life I’m about to ruin.

“Don’t stop,” Tiffany urges me on, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continue to kiss her. Unable to resist her plea, my hands roam over her body, finding her hips and pulling her closer to my aching erection.

I’m rock hard, and Tiffany feels it too, evident in the way she grinds her hips back against mine.

“No one could take me away from you right now, Tiffany. I promise you that.”

Breaking down her walls was supposed to be difficult, but it turns out she’s been wanting this just as much as I have.

Tiffany moans as I trail kisses down her neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips. Her skin is so soft, like silk under my touch.

I slide my hands under her nightgown, caressing the smooth skin of her thighs. Tiffany shivers and arches into me.

“Adrien,” she breathes. “Please...”

Her desperate plea sends a jolt of desire straight through me. I’ve been dreaming of hearing her beg for me like this.

In one swift motion, I lift her up. Tiffany wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed. I lay her down gently, drinking in the sight of her golden hair fanned out on the pillow, her chest heaving with each breath.

I hover over her, bracing myself on my forearms. “Are you sure about this?” I ask.

Tiffany meets my gaze. “I want you.”

That’s all I need to hear. I capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my pent-up desire into it. Tiffany responds eagerly, her hands roaming over my back and pulling me closer.

As our kiss deepens, my hand slides up her leg until it reaches the hem of the silk nightie. With a slow movement, I push it up over her thighs, eliciting a shiver from Tiffany as my hand finds its way under the silk and brushes over her stomach. I continue to tease and explore until I reach her firm breasts, their hard nipples pressing against the thin material and begging for attention.

“Your tits feel so fucking good.” I caress Tiffany’s breasts through the fabric, her nipples hardening even more under my touch. “So ripe and full. I could spend hours just playing with these.”

Tiffany arches her back, pressing herself into my hands.

“I bet my cum would look good on them, spilling out all over your gorgeous tits.” I roughly tweak her nipple, making her shiver. “You’d love it, wouldn’t you? Me coming all over your chest, leaving you messy and used?”

She bites her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks. “Yes.”

“Next time, I’ll make you come hard, and then I’ll mark you as mine. But tonight I don’t have patience for it and neither do you. Tonight, want me to fill you up with my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” her voice is barely a whisper, but it’s enough to shatter the last of my restraint.

With a firm grip, I pull her closer, my hands finding the hem of her nightie. The fabric is soft against my fingers, tantalizingly teasing as I tug it upwards, exposing more of her delicate skin to my hungry gaze. She gasps as the cool air hits her bare flesh and I kneel at the edge of the bed to admire her. The moonlight spills through the large windows, casting a silvery glow across her flawless skin, making her look ethereal and otherworldly. She’s like a goddess laid bare before me, and I can’t hold back the primal urge to worship her.

She looks angelic.

And I’m about to corrupt her.

“God, Tiffany,” I rasp, my voice thick with lust. “You’re perfect.”

I don’t want to rush this—this moment is sacred, a twisted kind of magic that is both intoxicating and terrifying. I want to devour her whole, to erase every hesitation from her mind.

A part of me questions what I’m doing. This whole slow and gentle thing is not my style. I don’t do romance or sweet nothings; I fuck women who want mutual satisfaction with no strings attached or feelings involved.

Yet here I am, about to worship her.

I trail my hands up Tiffany’s smooth legs, thumbs brushing teasingly against her inner thighs, right next to where I know she wants me the most. As I reach the apex of her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

Tiffany lets out a soft whimper, wanting more contact. I smirk, enjoying her desperation.

“Patience, angel.” I place a kiss on her hip. “I want to savor every inch of you.”

I continue my torturously slow exploration of her body, trailing kisses up her stomach and between her breasts. They are full and ripe, soft and perfect under my touch. Her nipples stand erect like pebbles, begging for attention.

“I am going to ruin you,” I say before taking one of her nipples into my mouth. “And you will love it every second of it.”

Her breath hitches and her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I alternate between sucking and biting, making Tiffany moan and squirm beneath me. Her moans grow louder, her grip on my hair—tighter.

My right hand trails down from her breast to her stomach then sneaks under her soaking white panties. My fingertips are met with wet heat and I groan at the feel of her.

She whimpers, “Oh God, yes, please,” as I rub her clit in slow, steady circles.

“Such a good girl,” I say, my fingers move deeper, feeling her wetness and allowing my thumb to circle her entrance. “You have been so good for me tonight, Tiffany. You have been so obedient.”

Her eyes flutter shut, and she bites her lip, a low whine escaping her throat.

With my left hand, I grasp her wrists and hold them above her head in a firm grip. Then, I slowly remove my finger from inside of her, eliciting a whimper from her, before roughly tearing off her panties and discarding them.

“Leave your hands over your head,” I tell her, and she complies without hesitation. Her trust and submission to me are intoxicating. “They will stay there for now.”

I lean down and plant a kiss on her stomach, her muscles trembling beneath my lips. Then I trail my lips down to her inner thighs, teasing her with the lightest of touches.

“I’ll make you come so hard, Tiffany,” I whisper, my breath tickling her sensitive skin. “You’re going to scream my name and beg for more.”

Tiffany’s breath hitches. Her baby blue eyes are dark with desire as she gazes up at me, her lips parted slightly.

Without breaking eye contact, I slowly lower my head between her thighs. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her.

I place a soft kiss on her inner thigh, just inches from where she wants me most. Tiffany whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed.

I trail my tongue along her thigh, getting closer and closer to her center. Tiffany’s breathing quickens, her hands clenching into fists above her head as she fights to keep them in place.

Finally, I let my tongue brush against her slick folds. Tiffany cries out, her back arching off the bed.

“Oh god, Adrien.”

I lap at her slowly, savoring her taste. She’s sweet and tangy on my tongue. I circle her clit teasingly before sucking it into my mouth.

“More.”

I increase the pressure of my tongue, licking broad strokes up and down her slit. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head as I devour her. I slip two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers.

“Let go, angel. Come for me.”

With a few more strokes of my tongue and a curl of my fingers, Tiffany falls apart. Her back arches off the bed as she cries out my name, her thighs clamping around my head. I work her through her orgasm until she’s trembling and oversensitive.

Tiffany’s chest heaves as she comes down from her climax, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I trail kisses up her body until I reach her lips, capturing them in a deep kiss. She moans softly as she tastes herself on my tongue.

“You taste divine,” I murmur against her lips. “I could feast on you for hours.”

Tiffany’s hands are still obediently above her head, but I can see the way her fingers twitch, longing to touch me. I smirk, enjoying her restraint.

“Good girl,” I praise, nipping at her bottom lip. “You can touch me now.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Tiffany’s hands are on me, roaming over my chest and shoulders. Her touch ignites sparks under my skin, and I groan low in my throat.

“I want you,” she says. “Just you. Please , Adrien.”

I’ve been painfully hard since our first kiss, and the need to be inside her is overwhelming. I quickly shed my boxer briefs, my erection springing free.

Tiffany’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me fully naked. I see a flicker of nervousness cross her face.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” I tell her softly, despite every fiber of my being screaming to take her.

Tiffany shakes her head. “No, I want this. I want you.” She reaches out and wraps her hand around my length, stroking me slowly.

I groan at her touch, my hips jerking involuntarily. “Fuck, Tiffany.”

She smiles, looking pleased with herself.

This woman has no idea of the effect she has on me. I want to consume her whole.

Tiffany continues to stroke me, her fingers sliding up and down my shaft. Her eyes never leave my cock, watching as the pre-cum glistens at the tip.

“That’s enough, baby,” I warn her. “If you keep going, I won’t be able to control myself.”

I gently remove Tiffany’s hand from my cock and reach for the box of condoms discreetly tucked away in the nightstand next to the bed. Tearing one off, I toss it onto the bed beside her.

Her hands tremble, but she manages to get the condom open and slide it down my erection. Then she settles against the pillows, spreading her legs and locking eyes with me.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask one last time, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation.

“I was promised an earth-shattering orgasm.” Tiffany’s grin is wicked. “And I fully intend to get it.”

I don’t need more encouragement.

I press my lips against hers once again, my hands exploring her body and gripping her buttocks, pulling her closer to me.

I line up my cock with her pussy, eager to be inside her, feel her tight heat squeezing me. I tease us, rubbing my cock against her soaked wetness, but not entering her, not yet.

She whines in frustration and desperation, her hips bucking against me.

“What do my angel want?” I ask, pushing the tip of my cock against her entrance, using just the slightest amount of pressure to feel her welcoming heat.

“I want you to fuck me, fucking hard and fast, like you’ve promised,” she breathes, her eyes locked on mine as she tightens her grip on my shoulders.

I revel in her dirty talk.

With a smile, I lift her right leg towards her chest, using my knee to spread her open. I watch as her pussy opens up for me, her folds glistening with her wetness, and then I slowly push in, savoring the feeling of her tight heat swallowing me whole.

“Oh... Adrien.” Tiffany throws her head back, her long hair fanning out around her.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt, my hips moving faster and harder. “You feel so good, so tight, and I can’t get enough of you.”

Tiffany’s eyes lock onto mine, her expression a mix of pleasure and pain. Her lips part, begging for more as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Fuck me, Adrien,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need. “Fuck me harder.”

I obey her plea, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. Her inner walls tighten around me, pulling me in deeper.

The bed groans under our movements, protesting against the strain, and sweat drips down my body as my muscles work overtime. I reach for her other leg and place it on my shoulder, using my free hand to grasp the headboard for leverage.

Each thrust sends us both further into ecstasy, and her tight, wet heat grips me like a vise, never wanting to let go. Lost in pleasure, I continue to move inside her, reveling in the sensation of being buried deep within her.

Her pussy feels so fucking good. It’s tight and wet, gripping me like a vise, and I keep on thrusting, my cock plundering her depths, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside her and never come out.

Tiffany’s moans become louder, more desperate, her tits bouncing up and down. Her nipples are hard, poking against my chest, and I can’t resist the temptation to reach out and squeeze one of them, rolling it in between my thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Adrien, I’m so close. Please, please, don’t stop,” she moans, her nails digging into my back.

I pick up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her, her tight walls milking me, making me harder and thicker with every thrust. Her moans fill the room, mixing with the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, creating a symphony of pleasure.

I lean down, my mouth capturing hers in a fierce kiss as I continue to fuck her. Her tongue meets mine, our passion and desire mingling, making our kiss taste like sweet ambrosia.

“I’m going to come, Adrien. I need you to come with me.”

“I’m right there with you. Come for me, angel.”

With those words, I increase my pace, my cock pounding into her, her pussy clinging to me, her orgasm building and building, until it finally releases like a flooding tsunami. Her voice fills the room with her cries of pleasure, her pussy contracting around me, massaging my cock.

Her body trembles beneath me as waves of ecstasy crash over her. The intensity of her release pulls me deeper into my own pleasure. I focus on the way she responds, how each spasm of her tightness sends shockwaves up my spine, igniting a firestorm that I can no longer contain.

“Yes, Tiffany... that’s it.” I feel my orgasm approaching as I thrust deeper, each slam of my hips becoming more frantic. I lock eyes with her, and in that electric moment, we are both lost in the depths of our shared desire. The world outside ceases to exist; there is only us, two bodies entwined in an intoxicating dance of passion.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she rides the full force of her climax. It’s mesmerizing—the way she moves, how every muscle in her body tightens and releases with such rawness. My heart races in sync with the rhythm of our bodies, and I teeter on the edge.

“Please,” she breathes, her voice barely a whisper now as she gazes up at me with those wide blue eyes, filled with both desperation and trust. It’s a look that shatters all rational thought within me—a primal urge to claim her completely consumes me.

The tension thrums between us, a magnetic force pulling me closer. The way she pleads, the softness in her eyes, it’s maddening. I want to bury myself deeper, to imprint myself onto her soul.

Her body still quivers beneath me as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she encourages, breathless, her cheeks flushed with desire.

With a low growl, I grip her hips and begin to thrust again, harder this time. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as I lose myself in the rhythm, each thrust an assertion of my need for her. Tiffany wraps her legs tighter around me, pulling me in as if she were trying to meld our bodies into one.

“Adrien,” she says my name like a prayer, and every syllable reverberates through me. It makes me reckless. I lean down to sink my teeth into her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin while staking my claim—a mark of possession that sends a rush of exhilaration coursing through us both.

“More,” she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself against me. Her voice carries a plea, but it’s more than that; it’s an invitation, a challenge, and I can’t resist the intoxicating thrill that comes with giving her every ounce of what she craves.

I quicken my pace, thrusting deeper with an urgency that echoes the pounding of my heart. Each movement sends her spiraling higher, her body responding eagerly to my relentless rhythm. The room feels electric, charged with our shared heat and passion as if the very walls are alive with our fervor.

“Oh God, yes!” Tiffany pulls me closer, driving me wild. It’s a dizzying mix of lust and longing—she is both my salvation and my undoing.

“Just like that,” I groan, my breath ragged. “You were made for this.”

My orgasm comes unexpectedly, a tidal wave of heat surging through me as her body tightens once more around my throbbing cock. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation, every nerve ending igniting as I push deeper, wanting to drown in her sweetness.

It’s too much, too intoxicating, too perfect—and in that moment, with her walls squeezing around me, I let go.

A primal growl erupts from my throat as bliss washes over me in waves, each pulse of ecstasy intertwining with hers. My body jerks violently as I release inside her, spilling out every ounce of pent-up desire I’ve been holding onto since the second we met. It’s raw and unrestrained, and it feels like freedom—surrendering to the chaos between us.

Tiffany pulls me closer, moaning softly as we ride out our highs together. I collapse against her, both of us panting as we cling to each other amidst the remnants of our passion.

Eventually, I roll over to my side and dispose of the condom in the trash near the bed. Tiffany looks up at me with a smile, her eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss. I brush the hair out of her sweaty forehead and pull her closer to me. We lay there in silence, basking in the aftermath of our orgasm.

Tiffany rests her head on my chest while I stroke her hair, her curls cascading over my chest.

“Did your orgasm live up to your expectations?”

“It was decent.” She nuzzles her face into my chest. “But with some practice, we could reach earth-shattering levels.”

“Practice, huh?” I repeat, realization of how much I want there to be a next time freezing the blood in my veins.

Tiffany nods and kisses my chest before tucking her head under my chin and falling asleep.

I spend the rest of the night holding her close and trying to ignore the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

No matter how good it felt, this night was the biggest mistake I ever made.