Chapter 12
Adrian
I watch her, my eyes narrowing as I take in the fear and desire filling her head. Sophia knows—not everything, but she knows enough. I'm certain Mara told her. But it doesn't matter. She's still here, in my world, and I can see the want in her eyes.
I tighten my grip on her jaw, leaning closer until my lips hover over her ear.
"You're ungrateful," I growl. "After everything I've done for you, paying off your debts, funding your career, all you can do is insult me with your vulgar suggestions."
My hand closes around her throat, cutting off her breath and whatever response she tried to get out. As I pull away, her eyes widen, flashing with panic, but I can see the heat in them. She wants this.
"Do you know how easy it would be for me to crush your windpipe?" I ask with a low purr. "To take away your breath entirely?"
She swallows, her Adam's apple bobbing against my palm. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she struggles for air, her eyes pleading with me.
"Adrian..." My name escapes her lips in a strangled whisper.
I smile, my grip unrelenting. "What? I'm listening."
But she can't say anything else.
"I know you like it when I control you," I murmur. "That's why you need to be punished. You're lying to yourself, but I won't let you lie to me."
She's trembling, her eyes half-closed, and I can see the desire burning in them. I know she wants this, wants me, even if she won't admit it. I can feel her confusion, her conflicting emotions, but her body betrays her.
I kiss her hard, my tongue claiming hers, tasting her sweetness. My hands move to her nipples, pinching, twisting, and she moans into my mouth, her body pressing against mine. Her arms wrap around me, but I slam her hands above her head, pinning them against the wall.
I want her off-balance, wanting, always on the edge.
Breaking the kiss, I push her breasts together, grinding my cock against her.
"I will make you appreciate me," I promise, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "By any means necessary."
With a sharp tug, I rip her dress, the fabric tearing easily, exposing her delicate lace lingerie. Her eyes widen, and I see another flash of fear. But it's quickly replaced by desire as I take in the sight of her exposed body.
She's beautiful, perfect, and she knows it. I see the gratitude in her eyes, the unspoken thanks for freeing her from the constricting dress. I know she feels more comfortable like this, more herself.
I spin her around, my eyes raking over her body, taking in her flushed skin and heaving chest. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, and her lips parted as she gasps for breath.
Beautiful.
I drop to my knees, my hands gripping her thighs as I pull her toward me. Her panties are a flimsy barrier, and I tear them aside.
"Look at you," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "So wet, so ready for me."
I run a finger through her slick folds, watching her shudder with need. This is what she wants, what she needs. I know her better than she knows herself.
"You're mine," I growl, claiming her with my touch. "All of you."
I spread her ass cheeks apart and position my face between her cheeks. Her gasp sends a thrill through me, and I savor the power I hold over her. With a low growl, I begin to lick and kiss her asshole, tasting her, branding her as mine. Her reaction is immediate and intense, a guttural moan that satisfies my soul.
"You belong to me," I murmur against her skin, my tongue probing deeper. "Every inch of you."
Her moans fill the room, music to my ears. I take pleasure in her pleasure, in the way she responds to my touch, but more than that, I revel in the power to make her feel, to make her lose control.
I own her.
My tongue teases and flicks, my breath hot against her skin. I know she can feel the stubble of my beard, the roughness of my skin, and it drives her wild.
"Say it," I demand, my voice harsh. "Tell me who you belong to."
"T-to you, I belong to you." Her response is a strangled, breathless affirmation of my ownership.
"That's right," I purr, my fingers digging into her flesh. "You're mine, and I'll mark you as such."
Her ass clenches as my tongue teases her hole, and I chuckle darkly, the vibrations buzzing against her sensitive skin. I know she can feel it, deep inside, the way my voice rattles through her. I'm making her feel things she's never felt before.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, my mouth never leaving her skin. "Feel me. Only me."
My fingers dig into her soft flesh, leaving marks that will bruise, claiming her as my territory. I want everyone to see and know that she's mine. My tongue dips into her hole, tasting her, and I groan with satisfaction. She's delicious, and I want more.
"You like that, don't you?" I ask, my voice rough with desire. "You like it when I tongue-fuck your tight little asshole."
She whimpers, her body shaking with need. I know she's close, and I want to draw it out, make it last. Make her feel every second of it.
My fingers find her pussy, already dripping wet, and I circle her clit with my thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure. She's so responsive, so sensitive, and I love watching her lose control.
"Come for me, Sophia," I command, my mouth never leaving her ass. "Come all over my fingers."
Her body obeys, even as she tries to hold back, to deny herself this release. But I have her now, body and soul, and she can't escape the pleasure I'm giving her.
Her walls clench around my fingers as she cries out, her juices flowing over my hand. I lap at her pussy, drinking in her essence.
"That's my good girl," I praise, satisfied. "You came so hard for me."
I stand, my eyes devouring the sight of her—hair disheveled, chest heaving, skin flushed, and marked by my hands. But I'm not done with her.
I quickly undress, kicking out of my shoes and pants, then stroke myself. I'm hard and aching. I want to be inside her, to feel her tightness around me, but I force myself to wait, to draw it out, to savor this moment.
"Get on your knees," I order.
She turns around and obeys, her eyes never leaving mine, and I step closer, my cock within her reach.
"Show me how much you want it," I instruct, low and dangerous. "Show me how badly you need my cock."
Her eyes flash with heat, and she takes me in her hand, stroking me slowly.
"That's it," I encourage. "Show me how much you've been wanting this."
Her lips part, her tongue darting out to taste me, and I groan, my hands tangling in her hair.
"That's right, baby," I growl. "Suck it."
Her mouth envelops me, hot and wet, and I thrust into her mouth, moaning at the sensation. Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging into my skin.
Her mouth is hot and wet around me, and I can feel her hunger. She sucks and licks, teasing me with her tongue, and I groan, my hands tightening in her hair. But I want more. I need to feel her around me, to claim her fully.
With a rough tug, I pull her to her feet and haul her against me, my mouth crushing hers in a savage kiss. Her hands grip my shoulders as I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I want her desperate, needing me, and I know just how to get her there.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I carry her to the nearest table and toss her onto it. The hard surface makes her gasp, and I smirk, my eyes raking over her body. Her legs fall open, an invitation, and I lean forward, my hand fisting in her hair.
"Beg me to fuck you," I growl, harsh and demanding. I want her to surrender, to give herself over to me completely.
"Please..." she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
That's all the invitation I need. With a savage thrust, I bury myself inside her, our mouths colliding in a desperate kiss as her scream is muffled by my lips.
Her heat envelops me, and I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move. Hard and fast, I pound into her, my eyes never leaving hers. I want her to see the possession in my gaze, to know that I own her, body and soul.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks. I can feel her tightening around me, her walls clenching as she spirals toward release. But I'm not done yet.
I want to take her to the edge and back again.
With a sharp tug, I pull out, earning a keening whimper of protest from her. But I quickly flip her over, pushing her down onto the table so she's bent over, her ass raised invitingly.
I slap her ass, leaving a red handprint, and she cries out, her body jerking.
"Such a beautiful sight," I murmur, my eyes taking in the view. "My mark on you."
"Again," she pleads. "Punish me, Adrian."
I chuckle darkly and oblige, spanking her until her ass cheeks are flushed and marked by my hand.
"Please," she whimpers. "I need you."
I want to give her what she needs, but I also want to draw it out, to make her wait, to make the anticipation build.
"Not yet," I whisper, my mouth close to her ear. "I want you to beg again."
My fingers trail down her spine, making her shiver, and then lower, teasing her wet folds. She's dripping for me, and the feel of her sends a jolt of desire through me.
"Please, Adrian," she moans, her head hanging down. "I'm begging you."
I chuckle, my breath hot against her skin. "Begging for what, Sophia? Tell me what you want."
"Your cock," she gasps. "I need your cock inside me."
"Where?" I tease, my fingers circling her entrance but not entering. "Tell me exactly where you want it."
"In my pussy," she moans. "Please, fuck my pussy with your big cock."
"As you wish," I purr, and with that, I thrust into her, filling her completely.
Her cry of pleasure echoes through the room, and I begin to move, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I pound into her. Her ass bounces with each thrust, and I can feel her walls clenching around me, tightening as she nears release again.
"That's it, take it all," I growl. "Take my cock like a good girl."
I slam into her, my body moving in a primal rhythm, each thrust a claim, a possession. Her body is mine to take, and I do, again and again. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the studio, a raw, animalistic beat that matches the pounding of my heart.
I can feel her heat, her wetness, surrounding me, drawing me deeper. My balls slap against her ass with each powerful thrust, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my cock. I'm close, so close, but I want to hear her say it.
"Tell me you fucking love it," I growl, my breath hot and heavy. "Say it."
Her response is a strangled cry, her voice barely intelligible through her cries and panting breaths. "I-I l-love it... oh fuckkkk, yesssssss!"
Her words send a shockwave through me, and I lose the last of my control. "Come for me, then," I command, my voice hoarse as I pull her hair.
Her body trembles, her muscles clenching around me as her orgasm washes over her. I feel her inner walls pulsing, milking my cock, and it's more than I can take.
With a guttural snarl of satisfaction, I finally come undone, spurting jet after searing jet of hot cum deep into her spasming pussy. I'm claiming her, marking her as mine, and the thought sends me over the edge.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breathing heavy and unsteady. I collapse onto her, my heart still racing, and I can feel her trembling beneath me. I've taken her, possessed her, and the knowledge sends a rush of power through my veins.
I've never felt this way before, this kind of connection. It's as if we've crossed a line, and there's no going back. I don't want to.
And I won't let her, either.