Darling Villain (Forbidden Fruit #1)

Chapter 20

Tiffany

T he sound of the running water echoes through the room and I take a long, deep breath, trying to steady my racing heartbeat.

My choice is obvious—I need to leave. No matter how much my body is aching for his touch, I should get up, close the door behind me, and walk away.

And yet, I’m glued to the bed, my eyes on the closed door, waiting for him to walk out and destroy what little sanity I have left because won’t be able to stand being on the other side of the door from him. The thought of Adrien spending the night away from me, with someone else to warm this bed and touch what’s mine, is more than I can bear.

I’m torn, a battleground between my heart and my head. I’ve never been one to favor emotion over logic, but for the first time, logic is losing.

I bite my lip, tasting blood, and force myself to choose.

Just one more night , I tell myself. One more night and then I’ll be able to walk away.

The shower shuts off and I pray that the disaster that’s going to happen at the end of all of this will not be unbearable.

The door opens and Adrien walks out, completely naked and dripping wet.

My eyes track his long muscular legs, thick and powerful thighs, wide shoulders, and trim waist.

God, it’s not fair.

I’ve always had a bit of a thing for older men and assholes with a hint of danger, bossy and confident men. Adrien is all of that and more. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s destined to be my downfall.

Adrien walks around the bed, roughly toweling himself dry, and climbs into the bed. He lies down, his body close to mine, his eyes on the ceiling. Without a word, he opens the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube.

I swallow, my throat dry, and I watch as he spreads his legs, his long strong fingers rubbing down his taut and muscular stomach.

“What are you doing?”

Adrien doesn’t answer me. He just opens the lube and smears a generous amount of it on his fingers, rubbing them together and then spreading them over his hard cock.

“Adrien—” My voice breaks as he begins to stroke himself, his long fingers sliding over his dripping cock, the muscles in his thighs and stomach rippling.

I rub my thighs together, my eyes glued to his long and thick cock.

“Adrien,” I repeat, my voice shaky.

“What?” he asks, his fingers stilling on his throbbing cock. He glances over at me, his gaze dark and heated. “What is it, Tiffany?”

“I…” I take a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Adrien raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t wait for me to continue. Instead, he teases his weeping cock with slick fingers, his thigh muscles flexing, a dark smirk on his lips. “What do you want?”

“I want you…I want you to…” I trail off, my throat closing up as the words threaten to choke me.

The heat spreads through my body, my nipples hardening into tiny peaks, and wetness seeps through my panties.

I want Adrien. All of him, even if I’m downright crazy for it.

“Say it, angel.”

“Fuck me,” I force the words out. “I want you to fuck me and I don’t care if it’s wrong, or if I’m playing with fire. Just fuck me, Adrien, please.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. When he opens his eyes again, the hunger I’ve seen there before is back, stronger than ever. “God, Tiffany. You really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you? You’re killing me here.”

Adrien doesn’t move from his position and continues stroking his rock-hard cock, but now his grip is looser and his pace is slower, as if he’s enjoying teasing me.

“Take off your shirt,” his voice is hoarse. “I want to see your sweet tits, love.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the commanding tone in his voice, and I oblige. I sit up and peel off Adrien’s shirt, revealing my bare breasts.

He grunts approvingly, his eyes raking my naked body. “Good girl, now, take off your panties and show me how wet you are for me.”

I ease myself out of my pink panties, delicate lace damp with my desire. I slowly spread my legs, revealing my glistening slit.

“Perfect,” Adrien says. “I want you to touch yourself for me, Tiffany. Rub your clit for my cock.”

My lips part, and my tongue darts out to wet them. “And what if I refuse?”

“Then you can go back to your room, and we’ll put this behind us.” Adrien’s voice is calm, almost casual, but the intensity in his eyes betrays him. He’s testing me, pushing me to see how far I’ll go, how much of myself I’m willing to give. And oh, how I want to give him everything.

I hesitate for a moment, my fingers hovering above my slick folds. My breath hitches as my fingertips graze my clit, a soft gasp escaping my lips. His gaze burns into me, and I feel exposed, vulnerable, but also exhilarated. Slowly, I circle the sensitive nub, my body trembling with the sensation.

“That’s it. Show me how much you want me.”

My movements become more deliberate as I slide a finger through my folds, coating it with my arousal before returning to my clit. My hips buck against my hand, and I bite down on my lower lip to stifle a moan. Adrien watches me with rapt attention, his hand still lazily stroking his cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. I could watch you all night.”

The heat in his voice sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me.

With one hand supporting myself, I slide a finger into the tight opening that aches for release. It’s a snug fit, even with my slender fingers, but I push further and further, spreading my legs wider to accommodate my hand. My hips roll forward, driving my fingers deeper, craving the friction and the fullness that only Adrien can provide.

“Come on, my sweet angel. Use those tiny fingers to get your little pussy nice and wet for my big, hard cock,” Adrien whispers, his gaze fixated on my hand as it works in and out of my petite body. “I can’t wait to stretch that tight little hole of yours. To fill you up with every inch of my long, thick cock.”

I move my fingers faster, my thighs spreading further, and I whimper needily.

“I-I can’t…” I whimper, my fingers faltering as the ache between my thighs becomes unbearable. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for him, for his touch, for the weight of him pressing into me. I want to beg, to plead, but the words stick in my throat.

Instead, I let out a soft moan, my hips rocking against my hand as I try to satisfy the desperate need building inside me.

Adrien’s breath hitches, and I can see the way his jaw tightens, the way his grip on his cock tightens. He’s holding himself back, but barely. The tension in the room is palpable, thick with desire and the promise of what’s to come. I can feel it in the air, in the way his eyes never leave me, in the way his body seems to thrum with the same need that’s consuming me.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I finally give in to the inevitable. “I need you. Now .”

At my words, Adrien’s control snaps. In one swift motion, his hands are on me before I can even register what’s happening, pulling my hand away from my body and pinning it above my head.

“Let me touch you,” he says in a husky tone, and I nod eagerly.

He leans down, his chin hovering just above my lips as his skilled fingers make contact with my sensitive skin. My whole body is alive with need as I arch my back, pushing my breasts against his chest. His teasing fingers dance over my nipples before trailing down to my stomach. It’s torturous yet exquisite at the same time; each touch is a small taste of heaven. And I’m desperate for more.

“ Adrien ,” I plead as his teasing fingers inch closer to my throbbing center. The anticipation is killing me, but the sweet release he promises makes it all worth it.

“Patience, my angel.”

When his fingers finally reach my wetness, I can’t help but cry out as his thumb brushes over my clit.

“You’re soaking, love,” Adrien says, moving lower as his thumb continues to circle my clit. “Your body is famished, slick, and hot, and I’m fucking dying to taste that sweet cunt. I need to taste your sweet juices and suck on your swollen little clit.”

He slips one finger inside me and I spread my legs wider, offering him everything I have.

I want him inside me, filling me, owning me.

“But not now. Your pussy is too hungry, too desperate. You need to be fucked by a thick cock, not teased by my tongue, but one day I will spend hours licking and sucking on that sweet pussy until you scream my name.” He leans over, his lips close to my ear. “Get on all fours.”

A whimper escapes my lips as my body begs for more, but I obey his command and position myself on all fours: back arched, ass high in the air, and breasts pressed against the bed.

The drawer creaks open, and then I hear the unmistakable rustle of a condom wrapper being opened.

Adrien comes up behind me and spreads my cheeks apart with his fingers. His swollen, leaking tip rubs against my wet heat and I release a quiet cry, trembling all over.

“Damn.” He teasingly slides the head of his long, hard shaft back and forth against my opening, causing my whole body to shudder.

I moan and push my hips back, eager for him to enter me. Adrien teases me a bit more, the tip pushing against my entrance. I grip the sheets, my nails digging into the soft fabric as he slowly pushes himself deeper inside me.

“Take it.” Adrien grips my hips and thrusts inside until his entire length is buried in me. “Take every inch of my fucking cock.”

I press my forehead against the bed and release a long shuddering breath as we both adjust to the intense pleasure. My pussy walls are stretched to their limits as Adrien holds still on top of me, his thick cock throbbing and pulsing inside.

“Please... move.”

But Adrien doesn’t budge, his body still as his hands remain on my waist and his cock deep inside me. I raise my head to look back at him and see that his once dark blue eyes are now almost black with desire.

“If you want to be fucked, you’ll have to work for it.”

“What?”

Adrien pulls out until only the tip of his cock remains inside me. His words are slow to register in my head, but his next words leave no room for confusion.

“You heard me. Fuck yourself on my cock, angel. Tonight, you’ll have to earn your pleasure. I’m not giving you anything for free.”

I bite my lip, trying to steady myself as I brace against the headboard. With shaky hands, I reach for his hard shaft and use it to guide myself back onto him.

Each movement is a torturous pleasure as I ride him, my body pushed to its limits with every thrust. My whimpers and moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of Adrien’s ragged breathing.

“Harder. Faster,” he urges me on.

I obey, pushing my ass back against him while he grips my hips. Each thrust is a delicious punishment, with his thick cock filling me completely.

“That’s it, my good girl. You just want my cock buried deep inside you.”

I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words as my whole body trembles with need. But soon, even that isn’t enough. My thighs quiver, and my knees threaten to give out.

“Please,” I sob. “Please, please, please .”

Adrien shifts behind me, his hands wrapping around my waist and supporting my weight as he thrusts his hips forward in one smooth motion.

I cry out, my body trembling as he penetrates me, his quick and forceful movements sending waves of pleasure through me. Adrien doesn’t slow down or give me a chance to adjust. He keeps up the fast pace, driving his cock in and out of me with increasing urgency.

“I’m so close,” I whimper, on the brink of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt.

“Me too, angel.”

His fingers find my swollen clit and rub it roughly, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. Simultaneously, he pulls me back onto him and thrusts harder and deeper inside me.

“Come for me.”

The relentless stimulation pushes me over the edge and I scream Adrien’s name as I come undone, my legs giving out beneath me. He continues pounding into me, his heavy balls slapping against my ass until he also reaches his peak, filling the condom with his warm seed.

After the waves of pleasure subside, I turn to Adrien. His eyes are dreamy midnight blue and his body—slick with sweat. His firm thighs flex and contract as he holds me close, his cock still throbbing and pulsating inside me.

“Fuck,” Adrien sighs, resting his forehead against my back and gripping my waist tightly.

We stay like this for a few minutes, our bodies connected, before Adrien slowly pulls himself out and gets up to go to the bathroom. But I’m so out of it, my body limp and tired, I’m barely aware of it.

I hear him returning and feel a damp towel gently wiping between my legs. My eyelids are heavy and I can’t muster the strength to open them.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t give anything away for free,” I mumble into the pillow.

“I said you’d need to earn it, and you certainly put in enough effort to earn your reward.” He drops the damp towel on the floor and crawls back onto the bed.

“Can we cuddle?” I roll onto my back and peek at him through half-closed eyes.

“I hate cuddling,” Adrien says, laying on his side and looking the most at ease I have ever seen him.

“You cuddled with me the other day, don’t you remember? And you just said I deserve a reward.” I wrap my arm around him, hooking my leg over his waist.

“Well, if that’s what you call a reward, I guess I can tolerate some unnecessary human contact.” Adrien holds me tighter.

I snuggle my head against his chest. “Keep telling yourself that.”

His fingers run through my tangled hair, his arms pulling me closer. I let myself sink into the peaceful darkness, my body pressed against Adrien’s warmth and his heartbeat lulling me.

I let out a long sigh, and I drift off to sleep.