Chapter 19 - Adrian
Our lips press together, and my body ignites with wild need.
The words I said to her last night, maybe I should have played it cool, maybe I should have played it down, or made some excuse. But the bottom line is that I meant it.
Whether I was ready to admit it to her or not—I meant it.
And now she knows, and there’s no point in denying.
She runs her hands up my sides, and heat shoots through me. My body burns with desire as I press my lips harder against hers, deepening the kiss.
I can never be with anyone else again because in her I discovered that there is something so much deeper than physical pleasure. There is a connection. There is this wild, crazy energy that can be exchanged with someone who… someone who you love.
My heart races as the truth slams into me.
Her body presses against mine, and she lets out a soft moan against my lips.
It sounds like music to my ears. I run my hand up her back and into her hair, gently threading my fingers through her hair and tugging firmly to pull her head backward. She gasps, her lips parting as I expose her throat.
I lean lower and grate my teeth over her warm, soft skin. Athena moans again, and my cock throbs so hard it’s aching.
Lifting her in my arms, I set her down on the kitchen counter.
I push her legs apart and stand between them, placing my hand on her lower back. I pull her close to the edge and push my cock against her spread legs, rubbing against her pussy.
She bites her lips, breathing hard, tilting her head back as she sets her hands on the counter behind her.
I brush my hand down her throat, over her breasts, perfect and full of her nipples hard against the sheer white fabric of the top she slept in. My cock throbs, begging for her.
I lift her ass enough that I can pull her sweatpants down.
She giggles when her butt cheeks touch the cold marble counter.
I chuckle too, smiling at the sound of her laughter, loving the sight of her smile.
Fuck, I really love this girl.
She kicks her pants off as I kiss her again, letting them fall to the floor.
I lean back and kick them out of the way.
She is sitting on the kitchen counter in nothing but a sheer white crop top, and she looks so fucking sexy I could die right here and now and be happy that I had one moment with her.
I drop to my knees in front of her, pushing her legs apart as I bury my face between them.
Athena cries out in absolute pleasure as I push my tongue inside her.
Her hand threads over the back of my head, and she pushes my face harder against her pussy.
So sweet, so beautiful. I lick and suck and push my tongue into her, fucking her with my mouth until her legs are shaking.
She lifts her feet onto the counter, spreading her legs even wider. I push deeper, licking faster.
I tease her and play with her until she’s about to come, then I stop.
Athena lets out a gasping moan of dismay as I stand up to admire her on the verge of orgasm.
Her pussy is spread wide for me, shining with honey and glowing pink. Swollen with lust.
Her breasts full, her back arched, and her cheeks flushed. She stares at me, half-bewildered, desperate for more. Utterly and indescribably beautiful.
Urgency slams into me. I step close to her again, and I grab her jaw in my hand as instinct floods me. She is mine, and I have to keep her. I have to claim her and protect her.
She gasps and stares at me in shock as my eyes darken while I stare at her.
“Adrian?” she whispers, and the smallest moment of fear flickers through her eyes. It’s tainted with lust, though. Dancing on the edge between fighting me and completely surrendering herself to me.
“I won’t lose you, Athena. You belong to me,” I growl darkly as I tug my pants open to free my cock.
She bites her lip, and her breath becomes heavier. Her chest heaves, and her pupils dilate.
I grab my cock in my hand and shove myself into her.
She screams in pleasure, throwing her head back as I thrust deep. I grab her hips to hold her steady and begin to pound into her.
Athena keeps her legs spread wide for me and her feet on the counter. She lifts her hips to push against me, squatting and bouncing against me each time I penetrate her. She rides my cock while I fuck her.
I look down between us and watch my massive cock slide into her tiny, beautiful, little pink pussy. It sucks me in, stretching wide for me. I watch as my cock comes out slick, and then I slam back into her.
Her clit is swollen, and I reach down and press my thumb against it.
Athena yelps in pleasure, shuddering the moment I brush my thumb over her perfect little nub.
Her pussy tightens over my cock as her muscles contract, and the pleasure shoots through me, making me harder, and in turn, making her even more excited.
I hold her so tight with one hand that my fingers are leaving red marks against her hip.
I’m fucking her so hard now, I’m scared I’ll hurt her.
But she keeps moaning those sweet, beautiful sounds.
I flick my thumb faster and growl with pleasure, thrusting forward, my cock slamming into her again and again.
Athena explodes over me, liquid shoots from her pussy as she squirts all over my cock, soaking me in her come and her pleasure.
I have never seen anything more beautiful, and it makes me explode as well. My hot come shoots into her perfect body, her pussy continues to throb around me as her entire body shakes. I keep fucking her, keep thrusting into her until we are both spent.
She drops her ass back onto the cold counter and takes a heavy breath.
She looks shocked.
“That was…” she gasps.
“You’re a squirter,” I smirk. “I’ve always fantasized about it,” I tell her.
“It’s… I didn’t know that would happen,” she whispers.
“I’ll make sure it happens again, kitten. Next time I’ll make you squirt into my mouth, and I’ll lick it up before I fuck you.”
***
It’s late afternoon, and Athena is standing in front of me with her arms folded over her chest, pouting in annoyance. She looks furious. that though. She looks hurt and confused.
“Adrian, you can’t keep me locked up in the house!” she blurts out, continuing the same argument we’ve been having for a few days now.
“I can and I will,” I growl. Can’t she see I am trying to protect her? It’s clear her father is up to no good, plotting something, and who knows what risk I am taking by letting her go out there without me. No. I won’t allow it.
“You’re smothering me! Why are you doing this?” she huffs, shaking her head, the pout getting more serious.
“Because it’s my responsibility to keep you safe.”
“No, it isn’t actually. I am my own person who gets to make her own choices!”
“Athena, I said no. That is it. There is no more discussion,” I snap.
She swallows hard, her eyes welling with tears. The sight of her unhappiness breaks my heart. It aches through me like knives in my chest.
She shakes her head, depleted and miserable, then turns and walks away.
It’s been like this since I realized I love her.
The past few days, I have been a nightmare to live with, and I can see what I’m doing, but I don’t know how to stop it.
What if I let her go out and something happens to her? What if she gets taken from me? What if I lose her? I will quite literally turn into a monster if that happens. I can’t be without her.
I can’t let her out of my sight!
I hear the bedroom door upstairs slamming.
I flop down onto the sofa and groan loudly, leaning forward, and I press my face into my hands.
What the fuck am I doing? I’ve lost my mind!
Is this what love does to people? Does it make them crazy?
Because I swear when you love someone, you’re supposed to make them happy, not send them running in tears of misery.
I am seriously fucking this up, and I’m going to lose her based on my own stupid actions.
I push my hand through my hair and let out a long breath of air. I take in a deep breath and hold it. I hold it and feel it stretch my lungs open. I feel the way my body begins to burn as the oxygen depletes inside me. I hold it longer, sensing my body begin to panic.
I am the one in control. Not my reactions. Not my primal instincts. I can override my fear. I can override the panic!
I keep holding my breath until my head begins to swim with darkness. Only then do I slowly, painfully, let the air push from my lungs and gulp in another fresh dose of oxygen.
I am the one in control. Logic. Not fear.
I have been acting out of fear ever since my heart, body, and soul realized how much I love her. And it’s not fair to her. I have to use logic.
And the logic is that I am terrified that her father will somehow take her from me. Fear.
The solution is that I need to confront him.
Not in the same ways I have done in the past. That didn’t work.
Trying to intimidate someone when they are fully aware they have the upper hand is pointless.
And that man, unfortunately, knows he has a hold on me.
He knows I can’t physically hurt him because it will upset Athena.
So, I need to do something else.
I glance at my watch. Six thirty. What are the chances that her father isn’t already drunk out of his mind and gambling?
Dialing his number, my jaw is already clenched. Agitation is already rustling through me like dry leaves.
“Who is this?” Ricardo snaps into the phone.
“Adrian Volkov.”
“Hah,” he scoffs. “Did she ditch your cheating ass yet?”
“I’m not phoning to fight with you, Mendelez. I’m phoning to tell you to get your fucking life together.”
“Huh?” he snaps, “What the fuck does that mean?” he asks, confused.
“Whether I like it or not, your daughter cares greatly for you. Personally, I don’t think you deserve her affection or patience, but you have it. How about you stop fucking everything up and start being the father you were meant to be years ago?”