19 Possessive
Sienna looked up at him and slowly stood. “Thank you for helping Theo with this deal. It’ll really help his future.”
The mention of Theo snapped something in Adrian.
His calm cracked. Anger flickered behind his eyes, followed by a storm of jealousy. His fists clenched at his sides.
“Fucking Theo,” he gritted under his breath. “Theo, Theo, Theo. That’s all I ever hear from you.”
Before she could react, he stepped forward and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips crashed into hers, kissing her hard and possessively.
His mouth moved over hers roughly, his tongue pushing past her lips, claiming her in a way that made her heart race and her breath catch.
She struggled and finally managed to tear herself away, gasping.
“Adrian! What the hell are you doing?!” she snapped, wiping her lips and glancing toward the open door in panic. “Are you insane?! What if someone saw us?”
Her voice shook with anger. “You were acting like this in front of a whole room. Even in front of my husband! We agreed to keep this quiet. We agreed to keep this a secret. Then why are you acting like this?!”
Adrian gripped her arms and yanked her closer again, his eyes blazing.
“So you did notice,” he growled. “You saw how I looked when you touched him.”
His burning gaze locked with hers, and in her silence, he found his answer.
“You saw it. And you didn’t care.” His voice was rough. “Did you not see how he left you here? Alone. With me? Do you even matter to him as much as his damn business?”
“I asked him to leave!” Sienna hissed back. “I told him to go!”
Adrian’s voice lowered, rough and cutting. “Exactly. You told him to go. And he went! He didn’t even fight you on it.” He stared at her, pain and anger clashing in his gaze. “Sienna, if you meant even half as much to him as he does to you, he wouldn’t have left. Because when you matter to someone, nothing is more important. Not business. Not money. Nothing!”
"You’re talking like you’re a saint!" Sienna snapped, her voice trembling with frustration. “Mr. Vaughn, don’t you love your business too? Isn’t it the most important thing in your world? You’ve always put it above everything else—including me.”
She stared at him, eyes burning. “So stop pretending otherwise. Theo has his reasons. I won’t blame him for walking out of this room right now.”
Adrian’s jaw clenched. “No, it’s not,” he growled. “Nothing is more important to me than you. Not even my entire empire. If you asked me to walk away from it right now, I would. You just have to say the word, and everything I have is yours. I don’t give a damn about the business. I only want you , Sienna.”
He stepped even closer, voice dropping lower. “I’m not like Theo. I won’t walk out on you just because things get complicated. I won’t leave you in a room with your ex, even if the damn world is ending.”
“Adrian…” Sienna took a deep breath, trying to calm him down. “Adrian, Theo has his reasons. I don’t blame him for leaving me to attend to his work. He’s doing his best.”
Adrian’s eyes darkened. He looked like he was on the edge of losing control. “You’re still defending him?” he bit out, voice rough. “He’s your husband. He left you alone in a room with me! The man you were in love with for five fucking years. The man you slept with for five years. How long are you going to stay quiet and tolerate this crap?”
“I’m not tolerating anything,” she snapped, her patience wearing thin. “This is my choice. Theo is sincere with me. That’s what matters. He’s good to me.”
Adrian’s jealousy exploded like a storm ripping through calm skies. His jaw tightened, fists clenched so hard his knuckles whitened. His breathing turned harsh, chest rising and falling like a man barely holding back a beast.
In one swift, feral motion, he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her flush against him. Her back hit the wall with a thud, and before she could speak, his mouth crashed onto hers—rough, claiming, desperate. His kiss wasn’t gentle; it was war. His tongue forced its way in, demanding surrender, tasting her as if her mouth belonged to him alone.
“Stop talking about him,” he snarled between kisses, his voice low and jagged. His hands gripped her waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises. “Think about me. Want me. Everything in your life should be about me. I don’t want to hear that bastard’s name again.”
Sienna’s breath came in sharp bursts. Her chest heaved against his, her back scraping lightly against the textured wallpaper. She could feel the vibration of his words against her lips, his rage and need mixing until it became impossible to tell them apart. His kiss turned brutal, as if he could erase Theo’s name from her memory with every bite and pull of her lip.
“The door… it’s open!” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper through the haze.
Adrian didn’t care. His lips sealed hers again, pressing harder. And in a blur, he bent, hoisted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing, her hair falling wildly around her face as the world tilted. His arm locked around her thighs, fingers digging into her skin as he stalked down the hallway. The floor creaked under his boots, each step echoing through the quiet, narrow corridor like a warning.
She clung to the back of his shirt, dizzy from the angle, from him, from everything.
Then came the jarring click of a lock behind them.
Adrian kicked the washroom door shut with his boot and slammed the lock home. The small, dimly lit room was cool and sterile, the scent of bleach clashing with the fevered heat pouring off his skin. The old bulb overhead flickered slightly, casting jagged shadows along the tiled walls.
He dropped her onto the porcelain sink with a thud, the cold surface biting against the back of her thighs. Her skirt bunched around her hips, blouse already hanging off one shoulder, buttons strained from his earlier impatience.
Before she could steady herself, Adrian was on her again—his body heat swallowing hers, his fingers tangling in her hair as he dragged her into another kiss, deep and breath-stealing. He kissed like a man who needed to claim her soul with his mouth.
His growl rumbled against her skin as he licked up the side of her throat, then down, slower this time—rougher, like he wanted to taste every inch.
“Ah!” Sienna gasped, her arms winding around his neck as his mouth found the dip of her collarbone, biting gently, sucking until her skin throbbed beneath his teeth.
He pressed her back until her spine curved along the edge of the sink. Her breathing hitched as the cold porcelain dug into her lower back, but she couldn’t pull away. Not when his hand slid under her blouse, pushing the fabric up until it pooled just beneath her arms. His palm cupped her breast, warm and firm, his thumb rolling over the aching peak through her bra.
She moaned, legs parting automatically as he stepped between them. In the mirror behind him, she caught her reflection—eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen. And Adrian—he looked possessed. His eyes were dark, wild, locked on hers with a heat that singed.
“Adrian… someone might—”
“Let them,” he growled, lifting her chin with his thumb. “Let them hear how you moan for me.”
He ducked to her neck again, lips finding the sensitive spot below her ear, sucking hard. Her hips jerked forward on instinct. His teeth scraped, just enough to make her breath catch and her nails dig into his shoulders.
His hands moved quickly to the back of her dress, yanking the zipper down with a sharp pull. The fabric parted as he shoved it aside, revealing the curve of her breasts, the flush climbing her skin.
Adrian didn’t wait. His mouth closed over one nipple through the lace of her bra, tongue working it mercilessly while his hands roamed her sides, squeezing, stroking, owning.
“Adrian… please—” she whimpered, voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she managed to whisper when he finally pulled back. “Theo’s waiting. They’re all waiting…”
The second the name left her lips, everything shifted.
Adrian froze. The air in the room thickened.
His fingers tightened at her waist, possessive, punishing.
“What did I say about him?” he asked, his voice deadly quiet.
Then—crack.
His hand came down hard against her ass, the slap echoing off the tiled walls. She yelped, jolting forward from the sting. Her breath came in fast, choppy gasps, but her body didn’t retreat. It arched into his.
“Say it again,” he hissed, dragging his lips over her ear. “Say his name again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk out of here.”
Her answer was a whimper, helpless and trembling. Another slap followed. Then another. Each one harder, each one blazing against her skin. Her thighs trembled.
“Only my name,” he said lowly, kissing the shell of her ear. “Only my hands. Only my voice. Your whole world is mine, do you hear me?”
She nodded rapidly, her breath caught in her throat, hands gripping the edge of the sink like an anchor.
He tilted her chin up, brushing her swollen lower lip with his thumb. “You think about him again,” he whispered, his voice dangerous and sweet like poison, “and I’ll punish you until you can’t even sit without remembering me.”
Her breath hitched, a moan curling from her lips at the sheer command in his tone.
Adrian sank to his knees in front of her, hands dragging slowly down her thighs, pausing to press kisses along the insides. His lips were soft—too soft—before his tongue darted out, licking over the red imprint of his palm on her skin.
She gasped. “Adrian…”
He growled against her, the vibration humming against her thigh. In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers under her panties and slid them down her legs, letting them fall to her ankles.
The cool air brushed against her heat.
Then his mouth replaced it.
Hot. Wet. Unrelenting.
Her hands flew to the sink behind her, fingers slipping on porcelain as her knees gave way.
Adrian didn’t stop. He devoured her like a man starving, like nothing else existed but the taste of her. And as her head tipped back and the moans fell from her lips.
His tongue moved—slow strokes at first, teasing, then faster, deeper, tasting her like he hadn’t eaten in days. The wet sounds of his mouth against her echoed through the cramped washroom, mixing with her breathy, broken moans that bounced off the tiled walls.
“God… Adrian—” she cried, her voice cracking as her knees buckled beneath her.
He groaned low, the sound vibrating against her core, sending shivers up her spine. Her hips jerked involuntarily, her head falling back to thud gently against the mirror. The cool glass contrasted the fire raging under her skin.
“Ahhh…,” she gasped, breath fogging up the mirror behind her as the tension in her body coiled tighter.
One of his hands pressed flat against her stomach, fingers splayed wide as he steadied her. His palm was warm, grounding her just enough to keep her from flying apart completely. Each gasp that left her lips came softer, more broken than the last, her entire frame quaking from the relentless rhythm of his tongue.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet, glistening with proof of her unraveling. His eyes flicked up to her, dark and unreadable, like something primal had taken over. Still on his knees, he panted against her thigh, his breath hot and uneven, chest heaving as if he’d run miles to reach her.
Then he began his slow ascent, kissing the inside of her trembling thigh, tracing the dip of her hipbone, brushing his lips over her sensitive skin like worship. At her navel, his tongue flicked, then circled, drawing a sharp, helpless sound from her throat.
He growled low, pressing another open-mouthed kiss there, his grip on her waist tightening.
“You forget every name but mine,” he murmured, dragging his tongue up her stomach to the underside of her ribs. “You moan for me. You fall apart for me. Only me.”
She tried to speak—tried to say anything—but all that escaped was a ragged whimper, lost in the haze of heat between them.
Adrian rose in one fluid motion, towering over her now. He slid his hands under her thighs, lifting her onto the edge of the sink again, the cold porcelain biting into the back of her skin. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him, the heat, the pressure.
His desire burned off him like wildfire, the scent of sweat and lust clinging to his skin.
His gaze locked with hers, searing and possessive. “I’m going to ruin you, Sienna,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Right here. Right now.”
She couldn’t respond—there was no air left to breathe, no thought left in her spinning head.
Adrian stepped back just enough to shove down his pants, the rustle of fabric hitting the tiled floor barely registering over the thunder of her heartbeat. He gripped her thighs again, dragged her to the edge of the counter, and lined himself up without hesitation.
With one hard thrust, he entered her fully, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as her body took him in, hot and tight and perfect.
Sienna’s back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. The stretch was sudden, intense, and perfect. He didn’t give her time to adjust, his hips snapping forward again—faster, harder, each movement punching the air from her lungs.
“Ah—Adrian!” she cried, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails across his skin.
His grunts were harsh in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, a raw, carnal rhythm that felt too loud in the sterile space.
The mirror behind her rattled with each thrust. The porcelain edge dug into her lower back, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but him.
Adrian pinned her against the glass, bending her backward just enough to steal the control from her limbs. One hand held her thigh open, the other snaked between them. His thumb pressed against her clit, flicking it repeatedly. Rough, exact, merciless.
“A… hahhhh…!” She shattered.
Her body convulsed violently, her cry splitting the air as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing, pulling, breaking her down to nothing but sensation.
But he wasn’t finished.
He dragged her forward, closer to the edge, and began pounding into her again—relentless, bruising, making her sob out sounds that weren’t even words anymore.
Her body sagged against him, trembling, her breath caught in hiccups. She was soaked in sweat, completely spent.
Adrian followed with a final, strangled groan, thrusting deep one last time as he came, hips trembling, arms locked around her like she might vanish.
For a long moment, the room was silent except for the thudding of their hearts and the sharp pull of their breaths.
Then, gently, he leaned in, brushing his mouth against hers.