Darling Villain (Forbidden Fruit #1)

Chapter 17

Tiffany

T he faint light of dawn filters into the room, stirring me from a deep slumber. I blink against the brightness, my body still heavy with the remnants of sleep, but the sight of an open suitcase lying on the floor jolts me into awareness.

My heart skips a beat as I sit up, the sheets pooling around my waist. Adrien is standing by the dresser, his naked back to me, methodically folding clothes and placing them into the suitcase.

“Adrien?” My mind is still foggy from sleep and post-orgasmic bliss. My muscles ache and feel tender, stretched to their limits.

Last night was like a scene from a romance novel—intense, uninhibited, and completely reckless. I never knew sex could be this mind-blowing, with multiple orgasms leaving me feeling exhilarated and fulfilled.

Normally, sex for me is a mechanical act, something to endure rather than enjoy. But with Adrien... it was different. It was primal, consuming, and terrifyingly real. My cheeks flush at the memory of his hands gripping me, his praises, and the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Now, when I tasted real passion, I don’t think I can ever go back to the way things were. After just one night, I might’ve gotten addicted.

“Adrien,” I say again, my voice firmer this time. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t turn around immediately. His movements pause for a fraction of a second before he resumes folding a shirt, his broad shoulders tense under the thin fabric of his white t-shirt.

“I have to take care of some things,” he says finally.

I frown, gathering the sheet around me.

“What kind of things?”

Adrien turns to briefly meet my gaze before reaching for a grey shirt on the rack and slipping it on. “Don’t worry, angel. It’s just work. No shady deals or killings. Just some meetings and a favor for a friend.”

I raise an eyebrow. After spending a week getting to know him, it still feels odd to think that his job consists of sitting in boardrooms discussing contracts, negotiating deals, and handling paperwork. But then again, not all criminals are trigger-happy killers. Some are just shrewd businessmen.

“I see.”

I’m not sure if I should feel disappointed or relieved. On the one hand, I can push aside thoughts about last night and its consequences; on the other hand, I’ll be stuck here all alone for another few days.

“Don’t look so disappointed. I’ll be back before you know it.” Adrien closes the distance between us, his shirt unbuttoned.

My nails have left numerous scratches on his tan skin. I reach out and trace one of the marks, my fingertips brushing over the raised lines. A shiver runs through him, and he catches my wrist, holding it still.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is, angel,” he warns, but his hand lands on my cheek, his thumb gentle as he caresses my skin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, leaning into his touch.

He chuckles softly. “I knew you were a needy little thing from the moment I laid my eyes on you.” His thumb runs along my lower lip, and I suck it into my mouth without thinking, my tongue swirling around the tip.

It’s like an addiction, a compulsion that I can’t control. His skin tastes salty with a hint of sweetness, and I want more.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath and rubs his spit-slick thumb against my bottom lip. “Does this needy little slut want a thick, hard cock to fill her tight little throat?”

I eagerly nod, never having craved anything as much as this. My body still hums from last night, every nerve alive and aching for him again. I’ve never felt this reckless, this insatiable. It scares me how much I want him, how much I’m willing to let him take from me.

His eyes darken, and he steps closer, his hand sliding from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me toward him. His other hand tugs the sheet away, leaving me exposed. The cool morning air brushes against my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from him.

“Open your mouth, angel,” he commands, his voice low and rough.

I obey without hesitation, my lips parting as I look up at him through my lashes. He’s still half-dressed, his shirt hanging open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. My fingers itch to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my palms.

He lets go of my neck and unzips his pants, freeing himself. My breath catches at the sight of him—thick and already hard, just for me. He grips himself firmly, guiding the tip to my lips. I close my eyes as he presses in, the taste of him flooding my senses.

His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding my head as he pushes deeper, filling my mouth I relax my throat, letting him take control, the sensation both overwhelming and intoxicating.

Adrien groans low in his chest, the sound vibrating through me. “That’s it, angel. Take it all.”

I do, letting him set the pace, my body responding with a heat that spreads through me like wildfire. I’ve never felt so consumed, so utterly lost in someone else. His grip on my hair is firm but not painful, and every movement of his hips sends a thrill through me.

He pulls back, allowing me to catch my breath before pushing in again, deeper this time. My eyes water, but I force my head back down, letting him take what he wants, letting him use me like this. It’s raw and filthy and everything I didn’t know I needed. My hands grip his thighs for stability as he thrusts deeper, his groans filling the room.

Tears stream down my cheeks, but I don’t stop. I can’t. The way he’s claiming me, the way he’s making me feel—it’s intoxicating. My body is already trembling, my core clenching with need even though he hasn’t touched me there yet.

Adrien’s movements grow more erratic, his breath hitching as he nears the edge. His hold on my hair tightens, and I can feel the tension coiling in his body. He withdraws, his cock slipping from my mouth, and I gasp for air, my lips swollen and wet.

“Look at me,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.

I lift my gaze to meet his, my eyes still glazed with tears. His expression is fierce, almost feral, as he stares down at me. There’s something raw and unguarded in his eyes, something that makes my heart ache even as my body burns for him.

“You’re mine,” he says, his hand cupping my cheek. “Do you understand that? Mine.”

I nod, unable to speak, unable to do anything but submit. His words should terrify me, but instead, they ignite something deep within me—something that craves his possession, his control.

Adrien’s hand tangles in my hair again, guiding me as he pushes into my mouth with a rhythm that has me moaning around him. The sounds are obscene—wet and desperate—and it only seems to spur him on. His hips snap forward harder, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I gag slightly but don’t pull away.

It feels good to be used by him. To let him take control.

“Look at you,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “Taking me so well, angel. My good girl.”

The words send a shiver down my spine. I can’t believe how much I like it. I thought I’d hate the dirty talk but I find it arousing. It turns me on to know that I’m making him lose control.

Adrien’s hips stutter, his control slipping as he buries himself deep one last time. A guttural groan tears from his throat, and I feel the hot spill of him against the back of my tongue, bitter and heavy. My hands tighten on his thighs as I swallow him down, my body trembling with the intensity of it all. He pulls back slowly, his breath ragged, and I collapse against his leg, gasping for air.

His hand strokes my hair, surprisingly gentle now, though his voice is still rough. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. His blue eyes are dark, almost black with desire, and there’s something in them that makes my chest ache—something that feels dangerously close to affection.

I don’t know what to say, so I stay silent. My lips are swollen, my throat raw, and I feel utterly wrecked in the best possible way. Adrien crouches down in front of me, his hands cupping my face as he kisses me softly. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, and I can’t help but lean into him, craving more even though I know I shouldn’t.

His lips crash against mine again, and I let myself fall into the chaos, into the storm that is Adrien Leroy. I know I should fight him, should resist, but I can’t. Not anymore. Not when he’s all I can think about, all I can feel.

His hands slide down my body, his touch is possessive and demanding as he pushes his fingers into me. I gasp against his mouth, my body arching into his touch. He’s relentless, his fingers curling and pressing in just the right way, driving me to the edge with a precision that leaves me breathless.

“That’s it, angel,” he growls against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. “Let go for me.”

I can’t hold back. My body shatters under his touch, a wave of pleasure crashing over me so intensely that I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up until I’m trembling and boneless against him.

I feel like a wrung-out rag, every ounce of energy drained from me.

When he finally pulls away, I’m panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggle to catch my breath. Adrien watches me with those piercing blue eyes, a satisfied smirk curling his lips.

“Well, you’ve made me late for my flight.”

I blink up at him, my mind still foggy, my body still humming with the aftershocks of what he’s just done to me. His words take a moment to register, and when they do, I frown, confusion knitting my brow.

“Your… flight?”

Adrien stands, his smirk widening as he adjusts his pants, looking every bit the predator who’s just devoured his prey. “Business in London,” he says casually as if he hadn’t just reduced me to a trembling mess on the floor. “I was supposed to leave half an hour ago.”

I stare at him, my thoughts a tangled mess. He’s leaving? Now? After… that? A part of me wants to protest, to demand answers—what does this mean? What are we? But the words stick in my throat. I’m not sure I’m ready to hear the answers.

Adrien crouches down again, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ll be back in a few days. I have already spoken with Daniel and Katherine, they will look after you. No one is allowed to come near you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter,” I reply, my voice sharper than I intended. “I can take care of myself.”

His lips twitch, almost like he’s fighting a smile, but there’s no warmth in it. “I know you can, Tiffany. But this isn’t about that. This is about me needing to know you’re safe while I’m gone.”

I swallow hard. “What am I supposed to do while you’re away?”

“Do you want me to give you a list of things to keep yourself entertained? Please remember that technically I’m your kidnapper and you’re my captive, baby. The only thing I can recommend you to do is to behave and enjoy your rest while I’m gone.”

“Behave,” I repeat.

Adrien smirks. “That’s right. I expect you to show a little self-control while I’m gone.” He stands to gather his things, the sight of his muscular back taut with tension igniting something primal within me.

“What if I don’t want to?” The challenge in my voice surprises even me. Maybe it’s the aftershocks lingering from our encounter or the need to test the boundaries he’s set.

“Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences when I return.”

“And what consequences are we talking about?”

He pauses and turns to face me, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “You really want to find out?”

“Maybe I do.”

Adrien’s smirk widens, and he steps closer, brushing his lips against mine in a slow, deliberate kiss—a promise sealed with heat. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with warning.

“Be careful what you wish for, angel,” he murmurs. “I can be very creative when it comes to punishments.”

A shiver runs through me at his words, equal parts fear and excitement. I want to push further, to see just how far I can test his limits. But I’m already in over my head.

“I’ll behave.”

“We’ll see about that.” He steps back and grabs his suitcase. “I have to go now. Try not to miss me too much.”

With one last smoldering look, he’s gone, the door clicking shut behind him, and I’m alone.

The silence is deafening.

What have I gotten myself into? And more importantly—how am I going to survive the next few days without him?

I flop back onto the pillows with a groan. This is going to be a very long week.