Chapter 15
Adrian
I push open the door to the penthouse studio, towel draped over my arm. The silence hits me first—wrong, heavy. Empty.
"Sophia?" My voice echoes through the space.
No answer. Just the hum of electronics and my footsteps. The living room stretches before me, untouched, nothing out of place. I'd only stepped away for that damn call, promising to return and take care of her after what we'd shared.
I walk faster as I move through the penthouse. "Sophia?"
Again, nothing.
Then I see it—the open door down the hallway. My study. My heart stops.
I step inside, and the screens flash their endless data about her life. Her social media feeds scroll endlessly. Her location tracker shows she's already halfway across the city. The folder containing those photos Daniel took of her sits open on one monitor.
My fists clench. Mara. Her convenient request for time off, Sophia's pointed questions about how long I'd known her work—it all slots into place like a poison puzzle. My most trusted employee betrayed me.
Again.
The screens continue their relentless display, each ping and notification a reminder of what I've lost, what she saw.
What Mara helped her discover.
I pull out my phone, and the number I know by heart appears as I dial.
One ring. Two—
"Adrian?" Mara's voice comes through, crisp.
"Come to the penthouse. Now." Each word drops like ice.
"Of course. Is everything—"
"Now." I end the call before she can finish her performance of ignorance.
I move through the penthouse, switching off lights as I go. The darkness suits my mood, matches the void spreading inside my chest. I settle into my leather armchair, the one that faces the entrance. Waiting.
The elevator chimes 15 minutes later. The doors whisper open, and Mara steps into view. Something in me snaps at the sight of her casual outfit. The cream cashmere sweater, those dark jeans—the picture of nonchalance on her day off. As if she hasn't just tried to destroy everything I've built.
"Adrian?" Her voice carries through the darkness. "Why are we sitting in the dark?"
"You've been a bad girl again, Mara," I tell her softly, my tone no less dangerous.
"Adrian, what—"
"Stop playing stupid with me!" I roar, jumping to my feet. "I know what fucking games you've been occupying yourself with. You wanted to piss me off. Now you have. Get over here."
Mara puts on a show of hesitating, but I don't buy it for a second. I start unbuckling my belt, my eyes never leaving her face as she approaches, the anger building in me. Just because she decided to act out, I have a whole fucking mess to clean up.
But first I'll make a mess out of her.
I watch her approach, each step bringing her closer to the punishment she deserves. Her eyes flick to the belt in my hand, then back to my face, but she keeps coming. She knows what's waiting for her.
When she's close enough, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her down to her knees. She cries out, her hands flying to her scalp, but I twist my grip, forcing her head down. I shove her face-first into the leather armchair.
"Adrian, what—" she starts, but I cut her off.
"Shut up, Mara." My voice is low and dangerous, and she falls silent.
I step close behind her, my heart pounding with anticipation. My free hand moves to her jeans, popping the button with a quick snap. I tug them down, along with her black panties, baring her ass. It's a tempting target, and I take a moment to admire the view.
"Please, Adrian, tell me what this is about," she says, her voice muffled by the chair.
I don't respond. Instead, I swing the belt, letting the leather tongue lick out and catch her ass cheek with a loud smack. Her eyes widen, and she gasps, her body arching back, pressing her ass toward me. I can see the desire in her now, the need for this.
"You know what this is about, Mara," I growl and bring the belt down again. It bites into her flesh, and she cries out, her hands clenching into fists.
I continue the assault, each crack of the belt against her skin sending a thrill through me. Her ass cheeks redden, and she squirms, but I hold her in place, my hand tight in her hair.
"Please, Adrian," she begs, her voice hoarse. "I'll be good. I'll be your good girl!"
I lean down to whisper in her ear. "You'll be whatever the fuck I want you to be, Mara. And right now, you're a bad girl getting just what she deserves."
I tear the rest of her clothes off, roughly, impatiently. Her sweater rips as I yank it over her head, and she gasps, her hands flying to cover her breasts. I turn her around to face me and grab her wrists, holding them above her head as I admire her body. Her eyes burn with hunger.
I push her back against the armchair, her bare skin flushed. I step back, my eyes roaming over her, taking in her heaving tits, her nipples tight with desire. My own body responds, my cock throbbing.
I kick off my pants and boxers, freeing my erection. Mara's eyes widen at the sight, her lips parting slightly. I step closer, my cock in my hand, and her breath quickens.
"Crawl here on your knees," I demand.
She obeys, shuffling over to me. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, a mix of submission and defiance in their dark depths. I tighten my grip on my shaft, stroking myself slowly as I watch her.
"Open your mouth."
Mara parts her lips. I step closer, positioning myself at her mouth. With a sharp thrust, I push into her, my cock sliding past her lips, filling her mouth.
Her eyes widen at the invasion, but she doesn't pull back. Instead, she relaxes her throat, taking me deeper. Her hands come up to grip my thighs, her touch light, almost reverent.
I begin to fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. Her lips tighten around me, sucking gently as I slide in and out. I groan at the sensation, my eyes closing for a moment as I savor the pleasure.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl. "Did you miss the taste of me?"
Mara moans in response, her eyes half-lidded as she takes me deeper. Her tongue teases the underside of my shaft, and I feel her teeth graze me lightly. I thrust harder, my hips moving with a rhythm that has her moaning around me.
"Yes, please," she whimpers, her voice muffled by my cock. "I wanted your cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste you again."
Her words send a bolt of pleasure through me, and I groan, my hands tightening in her hair. I begin to fuck her face harder, my hips moving with urgent need. Her mouth is hot and wet around me, sucking and teasing me with each thrust.
"You like being my little slut, don't you?" I ask. "You like being punished for your mistakes."
"Yes, Adrian," she breathes, her eyes pleading with me. "Please, punish me. I've been so bad."
I smile, a dark, cruel smile, and tighten my grip on her hair. "You have no idea," I murmur, and then I'm thrusting harder, faster, my cock sliding deep into her throat.
Mara gags, her eyes watering, but she takes it. She takes me even deeper, and I groan at the sensation. Her mouth is pure fire around me, sucking and pulling, driving me wild.
"Admit it," I growl, my hips stuttering as I struggle to hold back. "Admit what you did."
Mara pulls back, her lips red and swollen, her eyes dazed with desire. "I-I told Sophia," she breathes, her voice shaking. "I told her about the surveillance."
"You stupid bitch," I snarl, and then I'm slamming into her mouth, using her as my personal fuck toy. She takes it, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moans, her body trembling with the force of my thrusts.
"You deserve to be punished for that," I growl, my hands tightening in her hair. "You deserve to be used like the slut you are."
Mara whimpers. "Yes, Adrian," she breathes. "Use me. I'm your slut, your punishment toy."
I growl at her words, my control snapping. I thrust into her mouth one last time, then rip myself out.
It's not going to end here.
I grab Mara's arm, hauling her to her feet. She stumbles, her eyes dazed, but I don't give her time to recover. I push her forward, bending her over the large glass table in the center of the room.
"This is where your punishment continues," I tell her coldly.
Her eyes flash with a mixture of fear and desire as I position her, her ass presented to me. She's just waiting for what's coming, breathlessly. I spit into my hand, rubbing the moisture between my fingers before reaching between her legs.
"Oh, fuck," she moans as I press a finger against her asshole, circling the tight pucker. "Please, Adrian, I've been so bad. Punish me."
I push my finger inside her, slowly, feeling her tight heat clench around me. She moans, her head dropping down as she submits to my touch. I stretch her with my fingers, preparing her for what's to come.
"Yes, I am a bad girl, sir," she pants. "Punish my ass. Fill it with your cock and make me yours."
Her filthy words make my cock twitch, and I line up with her hole, teasing the tip against her entrance. I push inside slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat resist me before giving way. Mara's breath catches as I sink into her, her body tensing.
When I'm buried to the hilt, I pause, savoring the feeling of being sheathed in her ass. Then I start to move, pulling out slowly before snapping my hips forward, pounding into her relentlessly.
The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room—the wet slap of skin on skin, the harsh grunts of our breath. Sweat glistens on our skin, making the glass beneath Mara's hands slick. I reach around, gripping her hip, pulling her back onto me as I thrust forward.
"You like that, you fucking little slut? Tell me."
"Yes!" Mara's moans become urgent, desperate. "Please, fuck me harder. I deserve it. I've been so bad!"
Her words send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I comply, gripping her hips tighter and driving into her with forceful thrusts. The glass table shakes with the force of our movements, the sound filling the room along with Mara's cries.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she chants, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust. "Harder, Adrian, please!"
I lean over her, my hands braced on either side of her, and pound into her with abandon. Mara's ass jostles with each impact, her cries growing louder. I can feel my release building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my gut.
"You like that, Mara?" I growl, my hips stuttering as I struggle to hold on. "You like being punished?"
"Yes, sir, yes!" she gasps, her body shaking. "I'm your bad girl, your slut. Use me, punish me!"
Her words push me over the edge, and I slam into her one last time as I explode inside her.
"Come in me, Adrian," she begs, her voice strained with pleasure. "Fill my ass with your cum!"
I groan, my body tensing as I spill myself into her, my hips jerking uncontrollably. Rope after rope of hot cum fills her ass. Mara cries out, her body shaking with the force of my release.
My chest heaves as I catch my breath. Mara is silent beneath me, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. I don't know when she came. I don't care.
Slowly, I pull out of her, my cock slick.
I step back, admiring the ruin of Mara, her ass red and glistening, her body spent. She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes dark and hungry.
"Now get over here and clean me up."
Mara shivers, her eyes flicking down to my still-hard cock. "Yes, sir," she breathes. "Thank you, sir."
I watch with cold eyes as Mara's pink tongue swipes across my cock, cleaning me thoroughly. Her lips wrap around the head, sucking gently, and I suppress a shudder. She knows what she's doing, the little minx. Her hands stroke my thighs.
But I know her game. This is what she wanted. She acted out, pushing Sophia too far, just so she could have this. So she could be on her knees, sucking me off.
Her eyes, dark and hooded, flick up to meet mine. She knows I'm watching, and she gives me a little smirk, her lips still wrapped around my shaft. She's enjoying this, the traitorous bitch, enjoying the power she thinks she has over me.
But I know her type. Mara's loyalty is to herself and her desires, not to me or my goals. This is just a game to her, a way to get what she wants. She'll do it again, no matter how much I punish her. She'll keep pushing, keep testing my limits. I'll deal with her. She thinks she's smart, but I'm smarter, already ahead of her. I'll let her think she's back in my good graces.
For now, I have a mess to clean up—a certain artist to retrieve back into my web.