Darling Villain (Forbidden Fruit #1)

Chapter 26

Tiffany

“ I s there a reason you’re staring at me so intensely?” Adrien’s voice is hoarse and sleepy as he cups my face in his hands, tracing his thumbs over my cheekbones. “Or am I just so captivating that you can’t look away?”

I blush, burying my face in the curve of his neck to hide from his scrutinizing gaze. “I don’t want you to leave,” I say, inhaling his familiar scent of leather and spice.

Adrien holds me tighter, his arms encircling me with a sense of familiarity that makes it seem like we’ve known each other forever. The feeling of his body against mine, knowing that he’s in control and will protect me, is intoxicating.

He lifts my chin with his fingers as he searches my face. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

I nod, unable to break eye contact with him.

Leaning down, Adrien presses a gentle kiss on my lips. It’s tender and reassuring, a pledge of his return and my well-being. A promise that will not come true.

This is our goodbye.

Last night, after Sylvia left, I spent hours tossing and turning, my mind racing with thoughts of escape and freedom. But every time I imagined leaving Villa Mariana, leaving Adrien, my chest tightened with an inexplicable ache.

The logical part of my brain screamed at me to take this opportunity and run far away from Adrien and the dangerous world he inhabits. To return to my old life, to Olivia, to safety and normalcy.

But my heart... my traitorous heart whispered of passion and belonging, of a connection so deep it terrified me. In just a few short weeks, Adrien had become my entire world. The thought of never seeing him again, never feeling his touch or hearing his laugh, was unbearable.

But Sylvia’s genuine concern and desperation to help me escape had been a wake-up call.

His sister, who understands him better than I ever will, is certain that I am simply another toy for him to discard once he grows tired of me. I refuse to be just another conquest in his long line of broken hearts when Olivia is waiting for me to return home.

Playing home is no longer an option.

Adrien deepens the kiss, coaxing my lips apart with his tongue. My body responds instinctively, and I cling onto his shoulders for support. The kiss is intense and consuming, and I give myself over to it completely, wanting nothing more than to lose myself in Adrien for the last time.

His lips trail down my chin, neck, and collarbone while I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Every nerve in my body is taut, eagerly anticipating what will come next.

“I’m glad to know you’ll miss me,” Adrien whispers against my bare shoulder, before continuing to shower me with kisses.

My nails dig into his back, and my thighs tighten around him, drawing him closer. The ache between my legs has never been so unbearable.

“I will.” I close my eyes and allow myself to succumb to the fevered pleasure that only this man can ignite.

Adrien’s hands glide down my spine, his fingertips tracing the curve of my waist. His lips continue their delicious torture on my skin, and I can’t help but tremble as I await the release from this sweet agony.

My rock-hard nipples brush against his chest and I shiver with need, desperate for something, anything, to relieve the tension building inside me.

His fingers graze over my hypersensitive breasts and I arch my back, yearning for more.

“Adrien.”

“Hmm?” He pinches my nipple, rubbing it between his finger and thumb. The pain is a delicious contrast to the throbbing emptiness between my legs. “What is it, beautiful?”

I try to speak, but all I can do is moan. “Please,” I manage, my voice trembling.

Adrien chuckles, his fingers pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples until I’m panting with need.

“Tell me what my greedy girl needs.”

“Touch me,” I say, my fingers tangled in his hair. “Please, I need you to touch me.”

Adrien curses under his breath, his fingers grasp the waist of my panties and then slide them down my legs.

I’m wet and needy, my body aching for his touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He inches closer, his fingers gliding over my stomach, reaching the place where I desperately need his touch. “And you drive me absolutely crazy,” he mutters, his fingers slipping inside of me, his thumb flicking over my clitoris.

My body arches into his touch, my fingernails scrape his back. Adrien groans and slides a finger into my wet pussy, pumping it in and out as his thumb continues to work my clit.

It feels like torture, the exquisite pleasure, and the unbearable need.

“Tell me who you belong to.” Adrien slides another finger into my burning and throbbing sex, his fingers tapping against my clit with deliberate slowness.

“I’m yours,” I moan, my voice almost unrecognizable. “All yours.”

“Yes, princess. You’re all mine.”

He slides a third finger into me, stretching me open, and I whimper, my head falling back against the pillow as he starts finger fucking me hard and fast.

I’m floating, lost in the intense pleasure that Adrien can bring me.

“I want you inside of me. I want you to fill me with your thick cock.” It is crazy how easily these words slip out of my mouth, how desperately I need him.

Adrien shows me mercy by pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his hard cock.

“You’re so tight.” Adrien slides into me, inch by agonizing inch, his eyes locked with mine as he pushes all of himself inside of me. “So good.”

The sensation of Adrien’s cock inside me is pure ecstasy, igniting my body with every thrust. I cling to him, my legs wrapped around his waist and my nails digging into his skin as he takes me over and over again.

“You’re mine, angel.” He grips my hips as he drives himself deeper and harder. “Mine to touch, to pleasure.”

His hand slides up my spine, fingers wrapping around my neck as he pulls me closer and increases his pace. My body follows, moving in perfect rhythm with his.

“No one else can have you.”

I’m consumed by the familiar pull of an impending orgasm, too intense to resist.

“Please,” I whimper, lost in the pleasure coursing through me.

“Please what?”

Please let me come.

Please let me fall apart in your arms.

Please make this moment last forever.

“Please fuck me,” I gasp, my body trembling beneath him. “Harder.”

Adrien responds immediately, his movements becoming faster and harder. The fire between my legs grows more intense with each swipe of his fingers.

“Come for me, angel,” he hisses against my neck, his thrusts growing more powerful with each word. “Come on my cock.”

I cry out as Adrien relentlessly drives into me, my body consumed by the flames of ecstasy. My eyes roll back in my head and my mouth hangs open as the fire in my body reaches a crescendo, my whole body shaking and taut, I cling to Adrien’s waist as he fucks me harder and harder into the mattress.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, each one more intense than the last.

“Mine,” Adrien groans, his cock pulsing inside of me as he comes deep inside of me, his body shuddering and his breathing ragged.

He collapses on top of me, his body weight pushing me into the mattress, his heart beating hard against my chest.

We lie there like that for a moment, panting and sweating, but my mind is a mess, ricocheting between the pleasure that Adrien has just brought me and the reality of what this means.

When Adrien pulls away, I let out a small whimper of protest at the loss.

“I have to go. But I promise I’ll be back in a few hours.”

I nod, my throat tight.

“Take a nap, I have to get ready,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

This is it , I think numbly. This is the end.

I listen to his footsteps and the water running in the bathroom. I can’t stop thinking about his reaction when he comes home and finds me gone. Will he be angry? Will he be sad? Or will he simply move on as if nothing had happened?

An eternity seems to pass before Adrien emerges from the bathroom, his eyes on me.

“You should rest,” he says.

Dressed in a sharp grey suit, his black hair slicked back, he looks like a dream. And for the past few weeks, this man was all mine.

Adrien tucks a stray curl behind my ear and hesitates for a second before leaning in to kiss me goodbye.

And then he’s gone, the door shutting quietly behind him.

“I love you,” I whisper to the now empty room.

I sit there staring at the wall until the sound of footsteps and knocking pulls me out of my trance.

It’s Daniel.

I’m finally going home.