Chapter Seven
S till buried deep inside me, his grin faltered. His head tilted, studying me like a puzzle he couldn’t quite piece together.
“You left the other morning without saying goodbye,” he murmured, shaking his head. A slow, mocking tsk slipped from his lips.
“I was going to make you breakfast and everything.”
A sharp pang of guilt twisted inside me, unwelcome and unjustified. But why should I feel guilty? I didn’t owe him anything. His expectations for loyalty, for obedience, for submission were maddening. But I wasn’t about to challenge him. Not yet.
I shrugged, avoiding his gaze.
“You… looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you,” I lied, my voice tight but steady.
His thrusts slowed. Measured. Calculated. But he was still as hard as steel inside me. As if my nervousness only spurred him on.
A slow shake of his head. A smirk.
“Liar, liar.”
His fingers traced my jaw, deceptively gentle.
“Such a bad girl.”
His voice dipped lower, thick with amusement.
“And the worst part? You’re so damn good at it.”
His eyes darkened. Something flashed there—raw and fleeting.
Vulnerability? Maybe.
Then—his expression hardened again.
“If you really told Ryan you need a break,” he said, his voice like a blade, slicing through the moment. “You wouldn’t mind showing me your texts.”
He stilled. Completely. His cock buried deep inside me. Like a weapon. A warning. His gaze locked onto mine–dark and unreadable.
Waiting.
I froze.
My breath caught in my throat as the weight of his words settled over me. My body still trembled from the pleasure, pressure building where he pressed up tight against my clit. But my mind raced. Searching. Desperate for an escape.
“I called him,” I lied, the words falling out before I could second-guess them. Fast. Smooth. “He deserved that much.”
The image of my phone flashed in my mind—those incriminating texts with Emma. The elaborate plan to make Ryan look unhinged. Adrian absolutely could not see those.
His brow arched, skepticism etched into every line of his face. He didn’t move, didn’t look away, his scrutiny suffocating.
“You called him,” he repeated slowly, his tone dripping with disbelief.
I nodded, forcing myself to meet his gaze. Even as my heart pounded like a war drum.
Stay calm. Don’t slip up now.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice even, my expression carefully composed.
A long pause.
Then—a smirk. More amused than convinced.
“You know,” he murmured, his tone almost thoughtful, deceptively light. “You’re very good at this.”
His fingers glided up my arm, featherlight. Teasing. Like an animal testing its prey for weaknesses.
Then a shift. A whisper against my skin.
“But…”
His lips hovered near my ear, his breath warm, intoxicating. “I know there’s something you’re keeping from me.”
My heart slammed into my ribs. His fingers froze mid-movement. Then—his hand wrapped around my throat. Firm but not crushing. His control over me absolute. His grip commanded every ounce of my attention.
His cock throbbed inside me. Stretching, pusling, owning. A slow, deliberate thrust, then another.
My body betrayed me as pleasure collided with fear.
His fingers tightened—just slightly—at my neck. Just enough.
“I enjoy hunting you down, Scarlett,” he snarled, his voice raw. He fucked me deeper. Harder. The pressure bordered on unbearable, each thrust deep and claiming. I gasped, my pulse skittering wildly as his grip tightened further. The edges of my vision blurred.
A jolt of fear spiked through me.
“It’s all the sweeter when I catch you,” he continued, his voice like poison. Then another squeeze. Tighter this time. I squirmed, instinct kicking in, my hands flying to my throat, clawing at his grip.
Desperate. Struggling.
His hold didn’t budge.
Panic clawed at my chest, my pulse hammering violently.
Then, just as suddenly, he loosened his grip.
Just slightly.
“But don’t mistake my patience for leniency,” he growled. “I won’t tolerate being ignored. Or lied to.”
His words settled over me, heavy and final. Suffocating. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
He’s insane.
The thought raced through my mind, frantic, helpless, but my body remained frozen beneath him.
“If you’re going to be a bad girl,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous growl, “then I’m going to treat you like one.”
Before I could respond, he pulled out, his fingers releasing my throat. I was free. A violent shudder racked through me, my body shaking from the shock. One second, I’d been consumed—completely his.
The next—emptiness. A void. A sudden, aching absence. But the relief was fleeting. Before I could fully catch my breath—
He moved. Fast. Up at the headboard, his hand shot out, gripping me, closing around my wrist. Without hesitation he dragged me up with him, forcing me across his lap. My ass lifted, bare and vulnerable.
The first strike landed hard. A sharp crack of his palm echoed through the room, the sting radiating across my skin.
“Ow!” I gasped, my body jerking against him.
Humiliation burned hotter than the pain.
“That hurts!”
“Good.”
His tone was cold. Detached. As if my protests only fueled his resolve.
His hand came down again. Harder this time, the sting spreading through me like fire.
“Stop!” I cried, but he ignored me. Another slap. Then another. Each one harder than the last, each one deepening the ache.
My ass blazed beneath his relentless strikes
“That’s what you get for being a little tease and a liar,” he hissed, his voice low and sharp. A quiet promise of more to come.
Leaning close to my ear, he made his command.
“Get on your stomach.”
A tremor rolled through me.
I hesitated.
“What are you going to do?” I whimpered, my voice shaking.
A mix of fear and something else. Something deeper. Darker.
I already knew what he was going to say.
But it didn’t make the fear any less real.
“What I promised I’d do the last time I saw you.”
His voice was low. A hiss. A reminder.
A promise kept.
My heart raced.
He was going to claim every part of me. To own me. And there was nothing I could do to stop him.
I had to at least try.
“I’ve never done that before,” I blurted, desperation seeping into my voice.
For a moment, I thought he might take pity on me. But his pause was brief, just long enough for his smirk to deepen. A slow, wicked thing.
And just like that—I lost.
His grip snatched my wrist, shifting me off his lap. Forcing me face down. Helpless beneath him. His hands trailed up my back. Possessive and firm.
Then a squeeze. His fingers sinking into the flesh of my ass, kneading. Testing.
“That’s perfect,” he teased, his voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. “Fuck, that makes me want your ass even more.”
A whimper slithered from my lips, my body shaking beneath him. Dread coiled in my stomach.
But it wasn’t just fear. I could feel it. The ache. The betrayal of my own body. My pussy clenched, desperate for him. Missing his cock. Missing the way he’d slammed into me before.
Why wasn’t that enough for him?
Why did he have to have all of me?
Then—he reached for his belt. Twisting the leather against his fingers, my legs pinned beneath him. My breaths came in short, panicked bursts.
Why the belt?
His movements quickened, his anticipation palpable. I turned my head, desperate to keep him in sight. A shudder ripped through me as I felt him at my ankles, looping the belt around them. The cold press of the buckle against my skin as he tightened the strap, binding my legs together.
Locking me in place.
I twisted. Squirmed. Frantic to escape, but it was useless. My heart pounded, each beat erratic. I was completely immobilized.
He straddled my legs, his weight a heavy anchor, pinning me to the bed. Leaving me powerless. His throbbing cock grazed my ass cheek as his hands spread me open, exposing my most intimate part to him.
“Look at this asshole,” he groaned, low and guttural, as if savoring the sight. His fingers dragged along the crease of my ass, slow and taunting.
“I’ll be gentle. At first,” he murmured.
A cruel chuckle followed and I shivered, my breath catching.
His fingers dipped lower, teasing, then sliding into my pussy, gathering my wetness. “Such a wet little slut,” he moaned, his filthy words full of dark amusement.
“I don’t even need lube to get my finger in there.”
Before I could react, a single finger pressed against my tightest hole. A slow push. Sharp, intense pain shooting through me.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice breaking. A final plea. One last attempt at mercy. Then more softly, I added. “You’re too big.”
The thought made me shudder. One finger alone felt like too much—how could he expect me to take all of him? Surely, he’d see it was impossible.
But his soft, mocking laugh sent chills down my spine. He leaned closer, breath hot against my spine.
“It’ll fit, baby, or I’ll make it fit.” His voice was dangerous, yet oddly soothing.
“It’s going to hurt—I can’t help that. But it’ll feel good after a while, I promise.”
Then his voice hardened. Commanding.
“Now spread your ass cheeks for me.”
A shiver ran through me.
I should fight harder. I should outright refuse. Scream.
But I didn’t.
My fingers trembled as I obeyed, exposing myself to him.
My pussy clenched, my body preparing for his touch, as if it knew something my mind refused to accept. Could it possibly feel good?
He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. I flinched at the cool sensation as he poured the liquid over me, lube dripping between my cheeks, slick and shocking.
I flinched.
His thumb massaged the liquid over my tight hole, working it in, then spreading it over his cock with a ragged breath.
His tip pressed against my tightest entrance, and let out a low moan, the sudden pressure overwhelming.
“Relax,” he murmured, stroking my lower back. “You can take it.”
A fresh wave of heat pooled between my legs.
I didn’t want this.
And yet—I did.
I whimpered. Burned.
His grip tightened on my hips, keeping me still.
Then he pushed inside.
The sensation was shocking, a raw gasp tearing from my throat as my body fought against the stretch. My ass clenched instinctively, resisting him, but it was useless.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
Tears pricked my eyes at the intensity. The sharp pressure felt unbearable, but beneath it… something else.
A spark. A slow-building pleasure I didn’t understand. He pushed deeper, slowly, an inch at a time as I felt my body open up for him.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was low, coaxing. “You’re getting used to it.”
His breath ghosted over my ear.
“My dick in your ass. How’s that feel?”
I bit my lip, a small breathless moan escaping. The pain was still there, still intense. I struggled for words, had to breathe through it. I let out a slow exhale.
He leaned in again, his breath hot against my ear. “I asked you a question, princess.”
His cock throbbed inside me, stretching, pulsing, owning me.
“How does that dick feel in your ass?”
I whimpered, lips parting but no words came.
His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back slightly.
“Answer me.”
My pulse pounded, my breath shallow.
“It… hurts,” I whispered, barely able to keep my voice steady.
He paused, and for a moment, I thought—hoped—he’d give me a break. But then came his low chuckle. Dark and amused.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
A chill shot down my spine, my breath catching. He was loving this. Savoring my resistance, the way my body clenched around him, the sharp gasps I couldn’t hold back.
What a sadistic bastard.
He was enjoying this. My pain. My helplessness, the way I had no choice but to take him.
And yet… a slow, dark heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach. I should hate this. I should be cursing his name, screaming at him to stop.
But instead, my thighs clenched, my pussy throbbing with need, aching to be touched. I fought the humiliating urge to reach between my legs, to play with clit, bring myself to orgasm.
Even with the sharp ache radiating from where he stretched me open, my body was betraying me, responding to his dominance.
The pain was still there, searing and consuming, but something about this—about being overpowered, pinned down, bound, forced to take him—unearthed something raw. Something primal.
Like the villain had won.
The thought sent another hot pulse through me, a wave of shame and arousal so tangled I couldn’t separate them.
I clenched my teeth, forcing my breathing to steady, refusing to let him see I was becoming undone.
But he already knew.
His breath was hot against my ear, his fingertips trailing down my back like claws, possessive, marking every inch of me as his.
“You fucking want it,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “I can feel your body responding to me.” His hand tightened on my hip, groaning as he pushed his cock deeper, testing how much more I could take. “A part of you loves this.”
My mind swam, torn between fear and the surge of need that built with every movement. Just as I felt myself nearing the edge—pushed too far—he pulled back abruptly, and a sharp breath of relief escaped my lips.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, laughing softly. “I’m not done yet.” Just want to take a look at you.”
My stomach tightened as he reached for the nightstand. I knew what he was getting. The cold sensation dripped between my cheeks, the liquid slowly sliding inside me.
“What a beautiful asshole,” he murmured, voice sinful. “So pink and tight for me.” He slipped a finger inside me, spreading the lube around, preparing me for more.
I whimpered, heat rushing to my face, his filthy words making me burn with humiliation. “Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I can’t take anymore. It hurts too much.”
A sharp smack landed against my ass, stinging deep, making my back arch from his force.
I gasped, my eyes watering.
“Did you forget who owns you?”
His tone was cutting as he positioned his cock at my asshole again. “I do,” he growled. “And I don’t want to hear any more protests.”
I gasped as he pushed inside me, deeper this time, the sensation more all-consuming than before. I squirmed back and forth, trying desperately to stop him from going deeper. But it only seemed to amuse him further.
His chuckle was low and cruel as he held me steady.
“That’s cute baby,” he mused, his tone mocking. “Think you can escape? Not a chance. But I like seeing your ass wiggle while you try.”
A shiver ran through me. Humiliation burned hot beneath my skin, but so did something else. Something deeper.
Still, I fought him, twisting, writhing—but his strong hands pinned me down, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
No escape.
Defeated, I collapsed, pressing my face into the pillow, trying to breath through the pain, bracing myself as his cock plunged deeper inside me, forcing me to take him.
I bit my lip, whimpering. I should hate this. I should be screaming.
But then—the fantasy slipped in.
A villain. A captive princess.
My body tensed as the memory surfaced, the image so clear, so familiar. The fantasy had grown over time, morphed from something innocent to something dark, twisted.
Locked away in a tower, helpless, waiting to be saved.
I had dreamed of my knight in shining armour, imagined the moment he would come for me, rescue me from my captor’s wicked grasp.
But even then, something had lurked beneath the fantasy.
A secret I never dared to voice.
Because deep down, I had hoped he wouldn’t be entirely good.
I hoped that once he slayed the villain and carried me away, he’d reveal his own darkness.
That beneath his noble armor, he’d be just as hungry. Just as cruel.
That he’d drag me to his bed, spread me open, claim me—not with gentle hands, but with the same ruthless possession as the villain I had feared.
I shuddered as the memory surged hot.
Hadn’t I always wanted that?
Even as a child, I’d imagined some version of this dark prince, his hunger swallowing me whole.
It was the first fantasy I’d ever had—one I’d buried deep, never dared to admit.
And now—Adrian was bringing it to life.
I gasped as his thumbs dug into my ass cheeks, kneading the flesh as he pushed deeper. My breath stuttered, the pain searing, consuming me.
“Fuuuck!” I cried, my voice cracking as my body stretched, taking more of him than I thought possible.
His groan rumbled through me, low and satisfied.
“I’ll push you to your limit tonight,” he said with certainty, his tone unyielding. “There’s no way you can take all of me. I’m not even halfway in yet, baby.”
My pulse stuttered. My eyes burned.
Not even halfway?
Tears stung my face as his words sank in, the realization cutting deep—he wasn’t going to hold back.
I sucked in a shaky breath, nails digging into the sheets, determined to endure it, to find pleasure beneath the pain.
But then he thrust deeper.
A scream ripped from my throat, raw and unfiltered, as my body stretched beyond what I thought possible. The belt at my ankles kept my legs firmly together, making every inch of his cock feel even more punishing.
“You’re too big!” I gasped, shaking violently beneath him. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
I spat the words at him like a curse, making sure he knew exactly how much I despised him in this moment.
A sharp slap landed across my ass again, the sting rippling through me, making me yelp. The pain should have been unbearable. But instead, it sent a shockwave of heat straight to my clit, an ache of pleasure pooling between my thighs.
His voice was dark, teasing. “What a filthy mouth you have.”
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he began to fuck me harder—no longer pushing deeper, but pumping his cock in and out relentlessly.
“Keep it up, and I’ll make this even harder for you.”
A whimper left me before I could stop it.
“You understand that?” he leaned down, whispering in my ear, his voice soft but lethal. “Every part of you is mine. If you disrespect me again, I always have ways to make this more painful.”
A chill ran down my spine at the promise in his voice. Was he serious? How could it possibly get worse? He’d already pushed me past limits I didn’t know I had, inflicted more pain than I thought I could handle, humiliated me.
But something inside me resisted—a flare of defiance surged. Or maybe… maybe I knew I could take more.
The thought sickened me.
A flicker of doubt twisted inside me, just for a second. Maybe I should stop fighting. Just give in.
But my pride flared hot inside me.
My breath steadied, and with everything in me, I forced the words out, sharp and clear.
“You don’t scare me.”