Chapter 15
Tiffany
I roll around and squeeze my eyes shut, but my efforts to fall asleep are futile. I toss and turn in my bed, trying to ignore the sounds coming from next door.
Moans, squeals, and thumping.
I put a pillow over my head to drown them out, but it’s no use.
“Fuck,” I mutter, throwing the covers off and sitting up.
I can’t stand it. There’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep with this as background noise.
I storm out of the bedroom, throwing my door open. Arthur jumps from his seat near the entrance. I ignore him and head straight for the bedroom next to mine.
I’m furious, and it’s all Adrien’s fault.
Seriously, how rude is that? I’m attempting to get some rest here, and he’s... Well, he’s fucking someone. In his bed.
I bang on his door and pace back and forth in the hallway. Arthur keeps a safe distance, but I can tell he’s amused by the spectacle right before him.
The crazy woman is making a scene. Hilarious.
For a few moments, the silence is overwhelming. Then, with a faint click, the door is unlocked.
Adrien steps out into the hallway, shirtless and only wearing boxer briefs. His bare chest gleams under the light, his muscles flexing with every movement. I notice a tattoo on his chest, a rose with thorns. His hair is messy, a few dark strands falling into his face.
His hooded and dark eyes take in my angry stance—hands on hips, wearing only a silk nightgown that he bought for me a few days ago.
I take a deep breath and step back. My cheeks are hot as I shift my weight from one foot to the other. Despite my rage, I can’t help but stare at Adrien’s bare chest.
“What?” Adrien asks, his muscles bulging as he stands there and looks at me. “How did I deserve the honor of a visit from you at three in the morning?”
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hide my traitor of a body. “I’m tired.”
“And how is that my problem?”
“Your... your...” I struggle to find the right words before realizing how absurd this situation is. I’m standing here, practically naked, with my hard nipples poking through the delicate fabric as I shout at the person who kidnapped me.
It’s ridiculous.
I clench my jaw and look around, searching for any trace of his guest.
“She’s gone,” Adrien informs me, catching my gaze. “Left through the side entrance.”
Thank goodness.
“I don’t care,” I snap, and Adrien snorts.
“I figured.” His eyes rake over me, and my cheeks grow even hotter.
“You’re such a dick,” I tell him through gritted teeth, and then I push past him, walking into his bedroom. “Can’t you keep it in your pants for one night?”
I don’t care if it’s rude. I’m beyond politeness at this point.
“Excuse me?” Adrien asks and follows me into the room.
I turn around to face him and put my hands back on my hips.
There’s no point in being nice. Adrien is acting like a complete douchebag, and I will not put up with it.
“Can you be more fucking considerate? I’m trying to sleep and you’re... having sex with someone, and you’re making it so loud and so fucking obvious. I can’t fall asleep. I’m tired and sleep-deprived. Just give me a peaceful night’s sleep! I’m not asking for much!”
“If you’re tired, then sleep.” He shrugs. “It’s adorable that you think you have a say in what I do in my bedroom. Is that all? Or was there something else that motivated your visit besides your concern for the lack of sleep?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you want my attention, angel? Is that why you came all the way here and earlier to my office?”
“I don’t want your attention, you brute.”
I don’t want his attention. I don’t.
Adrien Leroy is not someone you should want to be noticed by. He’s not someone you want to get attached to. He’s a drug. An addiction. Someone you should run away from, not towards. And I want to run, far away.
I want my freedom. I want to go home.
“Liar,” Adrien says, and my hands itch to remove that smirk from his face.
He crosses his arms over his bare chest, and I have to avert my eyes. He’s not bothering to put a shirt on, to hide his body from me. If anything, he’s probably enjoying the fact that I’m trying not to stare.
Adrien’s doing it on purpose. He’s taunting me.
And he’s winning.
“Fuck you,” I bite through my teeth.
“Such a dirty mouth.” He chuckles, and I hate myself for the fact that his voice sets my body on fire. “What happened to the shy, innocent girl I met a week ago?”
A week ago.
It feels like a lifetime ago, but it’s only been a week. I was kidnapped a mere week ago.
I feel like a totally different person now.
“She grew some balls,” I say, and Adrien’s smirk widens.
I swallow hard. God, I wish I wasn’t so fucking attracted to him. It’s not fair . He’s such an asshole.
And yet... I track his movements as Adrien takes a very deliberate step toward me.
Slowly and confidently.
Like a predator.
Like a man who knows exactly what he wants.
And that’s when I finally admit to myself how completely and utterly I’m in over my head.
“I can see that,” Adrien remarks, coming to a stop directly in front of me. His gaze travels down my silk-covered body, causing the heat to rise to my cheeks. I can feel his warm breath on my skin and I’m acutely aware of how close we are.
Just the right amount of stubble adorns his face, his lips are full and inviting, and his eyes are dark and intense.
I can’t look away from him. His stare has me frozen in place, unable to move or speak.
Adrien breaks the silence. “I thought you were tired.”
“I am,” I say before he places his hands on my shoulders and runs them down my arms. The touch of his long fingers on my bare skin sends shivers through my body.
“Then why are you still here? Is jealousy the real reason you’re standing outside my bedroom in the middle of the night? Did you come all the way here because you’re angry?”
“I—“
“Because if that’s the reason.” He leans down and my breath hitches in my throat. He’s whispering right into my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, “You should have just said so, angel. I would have been more than happy to get rid of her.”
“I... I’m not... jealous,” I say, and it’s a weak lie. “Why would I be jealous? I don’t care who you sleep with. You’re a terrible person. You kidnapped me, for god’s sake. The only concern I have in this situation is for the girl you’re taking advantage of.”
“Then why are you still here?”
I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.
What am I even doing here? Standing in front of him, half-naked, seething with anger yet simultaneously aroused beyond belief.
My actions make no sense; they are irrational and foolish. Clearly, something is wrong with me if I can’t bring myself to hate Adrien, despite all the terrible things he has done. Do I have Stockholm syndrome? Or perhaps I’m simply insane?
“I don’t know,” I admit, and he laughs softly, using his finger to lift my chin.
“You’re a terrible liar. We both know why you’re here. Did you want to find out who I was with and how I fucked her? When you close your eyes tonight, will you envision yourself, not her, beneath me?”
“You’re crazy.”
“Your nipples are hard, angel.”
“You’re sick.”
“And you’re wet,” he says and takes another step towards me. I take a step back. I don’t want him near me.
“Don’t you fucking dare to touch me!”
“But you want me to touch you. You want me to get on my knees and suck on your tight little clit, while slowly sliding a finger inside your wet pussy.”
I’m speechless.
My heart is hammering in my chest, and my knees grow weak as I listen to him.
Maybe I need to get this madness out of my system. Maybe this is the only way I’ll be able to get some sleep and get back my fully functioning brain.
Just one night.
My secret fantasy granted. My body—satisfied. My mind—crystal clear, not clouded by lust and Adrien Leroy.
What’s the harm in it?
Adrien’s gaze sharpens as if he’s sensing my weakness.
He knows that he’s won.
“What do you want, angel?” His voice is so damn deep and sultry. “You can say no and go back to your room. Or you can say yes and let me have you.”
I bite my lip, looking away from him and towards my bedroom door.
I don’t know what’s rational, and what’s not. But I know I want this. Him. Even if it’s a mistake.
Against my better judgment and all the reasons I shouldn’t have anything to do with him, I can’t stop myself from nodding my head.
Just this once.
“Yes,” I whisper, and before I can even think of reconsidering, Adrien’s lips are on mine.
It’s everything I imagined it to be, and so much more.
I gasp as his hands wrap around my waist and my body trembles with desire as he pulls me against him, crushing his lips against mine. I’m pressed up against him, my hands on his bare chest as his tongue invades my mouth.
The taste of Adrien is a mixture of whiskey and sin, and I can’t get enough. His kiss is rough and primal, demanding and possessive.
His erection is pushing against my stomach, and I crave him desperately.
I want him to take me. To tear down every wall I’ve built up around myself and make me feel something real.
Adrien pulls me closer, his hands tangled in my hair as he deepens the kiss with an intensity that leaves me breathless. He trails his lips down my cheek, my jawline, and my neck, each touch sending shivers through my entire body. As his hand slides to the small of my back, he presses himself against me, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
Every inch of me aches for him. I’m burning from the inside out, consumed by want.
My whimpers turn into moans as Adrien’s hands move from my waist to my ass, lifting me up and urging me to wrap my legs around him.
In this moment, nothing else matters except for Adrien and I.
He marks my neck with his teeth, claiming me as his own. It’s not gentle or romantic; it’s raw and animalistic, and it’s going to be my downfall.
I cling to him, lost in the passion of the moment and knowing that this may be the most alive I’ll ever feel.