Chapter 23 Mia
D ecember 28
The next day passes slowly, the hours stretching as we wait for the coroner’s late arrival after midnight. I watch Adrian move through the cabin, his face etched with a focus I’ve rarely seen. Even in his quiet moments, he’s always calculating, his mind never truly at rest.
The meal Adrian prepares for our early dinner is simple—a hearty pasta with a homemade tomato sauce. I saute some vegetables in garlic and olive oil, and toast a loaf of crusty bread that I found in the freezer. It’s not much, but under the circumstances, it feels like a feast.
He lights a couple candles at the dinner table lending a romantic intimate feeling to our meal.
I know he’s doing this for me—trying to make this last night feel normal, as if we aren’t both standing on the edge of something irreversible.
“The last supper by candlelight?” I say with a teasing lilt in my voice, trying to add a touch of levity.
He glances up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I figured it’s the least I could do… for the woman who’s about to join me in faking her own death.”
As we enjoy our early evening meal, I can feel Adrian’s eyes study me. I look up to see his ocean eyes piercing through the candlelight. There’s something in his expression, a mix of concern and something deeper, something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s as if he’s bracing himself, like he’s about to tell me something that’s been weighing on him all night.
“Mia,” he says, his voice low, as if the words might break under their own weight. “There’s something I need you to understand about tomorrow.”
I set down my fork, my pulse picking up at the seriousness in his tone. “What is it?”
He takes a breath, his gaze unwavering. “Once we set this plan in motion, there’s no turning back. And… I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped with me, like you don’t have a choice. You’re not obligated to stay with me once we’re out of this mess. When we’re free, you can make whatever choice you want for your life.”
I swallow, a strange pang hitting my chest. He’s offering me a way out—safety, protection, even a chance at freedom. But he’s also giving me the option to leave him. The thought is almost unfathomable. He doesn’t know it, but he’s already become my anchor, the one constant in the chaos that has turned my world upside down. And he’s offering to let me go, even though I can see how much it costs him.
“Adrian… I know this plan is my only real option,” I begin, trying to keep my voice steady. “The truth is, I don’t have a choice about going through with this. If I don’t, Massimo… or someone else in his family… will kill me. That’s just reality.” I take a steadying breath. “But once we’re out, once we’re free, that’s a choice I do get to make. And it’s a choice I want you to understand that I’m already making now.”
He watches me closely, a flicker of tension in his jaw. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that you’re not my obligation, Adrian.” I reach across the table, taking his hand in mine, letting him feel the sincerity in my grip. “If I didn’t want to be with you, I’d find another way to survive. I’m not someone who sticks around out of duty or desperation. I want this. I want you. That’s why I’m here.”
A breath escapes him, something between relief and disbelief, and he squeezes my hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles along my knuckles. “I just… I don’t ever want you to feel like I’ve trapped you. I love you too much to put you in another cage.”
“Adrian…” I begin, my voice thick with emotion. I reach across the table, taking his hand in mine. His fingers are warm and strong, but there’s a tension there, like he’s bracing himself. “Are you… Are you saying this because you’re worried I’m with you for the wrong reasons?”
He shakes his head, but there’s a flash of something raw in his eyes. “No, it’s not that. I just… I know you’ve had your freedom taken from you by so many people. Your father, your brother… hell, even by me, in a way, when I took you to this cabin. I don’t want to be one more person chaining you to something. If you stay with me, I want it to be because you want me. Not because you feel like you have no other choice.”
His words hit me like a tidal wave, washing over every last defense I have. He’s stripped himself bare, leaving his heart open and raw, vulnerable in a way I never imagined. And in this moment, I realize that he’s not just offering me freedom—he’s offering me his love in the purest, most selfless way.
I rise from my seat and walk around the table to him, slipping onto his lap, my hands cupping his face as I look into his eyes. “Adrian,” I whisper, my lips brushing his, “do you really think I would run away with you if I didn’t want you? If I didn’t feel something so strong that it terrifies me sometimes? You’re the one good thing in my life. You’re the only thing that’s felt real to me for as long as I can remember. I felt it five years ago when we met at that party. I barely knew you, and yet, I couldn’t shake the thought of you. You were different, Adrian. You still are. And I’ve held on to that feeling all this time, through everything.”
I can see the surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn’t realized how deep my feelings ran. A flicker of understanding crosses his face, and his grip on my hand tightens.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I continue, my voice growing stronger. “I want you. And I’m not staying with you because you saved my life or because I need somewhere to hide. I’m staying with you because I love you. I love you, Adrian.”
The words hang in the air between us, raw and vulnerable, and I see the impact of them in the way his expression softens, the tension easing from his shoulders. He lets out a long breath, as if he’s been holding it in for years.
“I love you too, Mia,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “And I want you to know… when we’re finally free, I’m going to spend every day making sure you know that. That you’re loved. That you’re cherished. And if you ever want something different… you’ll always have that choice.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer, and I can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, beneath my palms.
“And for the record,” I add, my voice dropping to a playful murmur as I start kissing his neck, “it’s not like I’m just sticking around for your resources, you know. I happen to be very attached to this hard-ass body of yours… and that dominant, infuriating way you look at me. Not to mention all the other ways you know how to drive me crazy.”
A low chuckle escapes him, his eyes warming. “Oh, is that so?”
“Yes.” I reach under his shirt to run my hands over his hard pectoral muscles, sliding them down his six-pack.
His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer, and there’s a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “Well, you’ve got me for now, but maybe you need to do a little convincing to make sure I’m fully sold.”
I lean in, kissing him deeply, pouring every ounce of love and longing into it. He responds immediately, his mouth claiming mine, his hands pressing me closer until there’s no space left between us. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I feel the heat building between us, slow and steady, like an ember ready to catch flame.
I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “Do you trust me, Adrian?”
His blue eyes darken with anticipation. “Always.”
“Good.” I slide off his lap, taking his hand and leading him to the living room, where the fire casts a warm, golden glow. I guide him to the sofa to sit down.
I step back with my back to the fireplace with the burning logs casting a glow behind me. I slowly lift the hem of my shirt, sliding it up my body with deliberate slowness. His eyes darken, his jaw tightens, and he watches me like a predator. As I toss it to the side, running my hand down between my breasts, I gaze into his hungry eyes. “No touching. Not until I say.”
I see the flicker of defiance in his eyes, but he doesn’t move, instead letting out a low, frustrated growl. Encouraged, I continue, running my hands down my flat abs, slowly up my sides, cupping my breasts and proceeding to massage them and occasionally flicking my thumbs across my hardening nipples.
He takes a deep breath, his eyes are locked on my hands, following every movement, and I feel a thrill at the way he’s holding himself back, barely.
As I slide my hands lower, over the curve of my hips, his breathing becomes ragged. He reaches out as if to touch me but stops, clenching his fists instead.
I smirk, knowing I have him right where I want him. Slowly, I lower my hands to my waist and unbutton my jeans, sliding them down inch by inch, teasing him with every movement. My waxed smooth mons is laid bare as I’ve gone without panties again.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he watches me with a hunger that sends heat pooling in my core, and when I see his hand drift to his own body, stroking his growing cock over his jeans, it ignites something reckless in me. Suddenly I can’t wait any longer. I need him to take me hard and rough and the thought of having that huge cock with its metal piercing plunging into my pussy is driving me insane.
I walk towards him, reaching over to lift his shirt over his head. He takes care of that in the blink of an eye, reaching behind him to grab the back of the shirt to pull it off the way guys learn early on is the fastest and sexiest way to do so.
Then I straddle his lap, grinding my clit against him in slow, deliberate thrusts, feeling the hard line of him against me, starting to build my pleasure. He lets out a strangled groan, his hands gripping my hips to help me find my rhythm.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” I whisper in his ear, before biting his shoulder as I grind as hard as I can to make my point. His breath hitches as he finally reaches his limit.
His control snaps.
In one swift motion, his hands are on me, pushing me to the side just enough to lower his jeans and pull out his hungry cock dripping with precum, and then takes grips me hard around my hips, using them as handles to position me over his him before ramming into me while pulling me down at the same time.
He roars like a crazed animal.
I can’t help but scream at the shock of his huge thick member penetrating me with merciless force, to the point that I can literally feel it up to my belly button.
“Tell me to stop, baby.” He groans into my mouth. “Before it’s too late. I can’t hold on much longer.”
I want this. His voracious hunger. The relentless brutal force he uses to take me sweeps through my head and body like a storm overtaking my body, my soul.
I press a deep kiss into his mouth before pleading with him, “Don’t hold back. Fuck me. I want it all.”
And with another guttural roar of a man who has been given permission to let his inner beast take over, Adrian proceeds to ram his steel rod into my wet soft slit, over and over. My eyes roll back as I can barely hold on as he fucks me like a man possessed.
I cry out with the force of his thrusts. I can’t think. I can only feel the pleasurable pain of his huge cock pounding into me with relentless hunger. I barely register the wet sounds our bodies make with each slap of our pelvis. My pussy is getting pummeled and the wetness dripping down his balls and my thigh are a testament to how my body loves this.
He makes sure to grind my clit against the bony ridge of his pelvic bone with each downward pull on my hips into his thrusts. It’s happening so fast that I can’t control my body from building towards a mind-blowing orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum –“ I gasp. “Please, oh god…”
“Get there,” he grunts, not stopping his pace.
“Aahhh…please…”
“Let go,” he orders.
With that, I do as he says, screaming as the waves of pleasure sweep through my body. My body starts to tremble, my pelvic muscles clenching down on his rod.
“Fuck, baby,” he curses. “You’re clamped on my cock.” He pulls himself out with force before plunging into me again.
I moan. It’s too much all of a sudden. I start pushing into his chest, not sure what I want but knowing my body can’t handle another orgasm like that so soon.
“Adrian, I can’t…too much,” I gasp.
“You can and you will.” He grips me by the front of the neck, squeezing just enough to restrict my breathing some. His blue eyes sears into me with mesmerizing command. "You’ll take my cock like a good little girl. You’ll let me shove my ten inches into you whenever and however I need to, and you’ll take every drop of my cum into your sweet pussy.”
I cream at his dirty filthy words.
Then I can only grunt as he suddenly ramps up his punishing thrusts, clinging to his shoulders as he proceeds to fuck into me with relentless force, clearly chasing his pleasure with single-minded intent.
“Fuck. Fucking come over my dick.” He grunts in between breaths.
My eyes roll back, barely conscious at the unbelievable pressure and pleasure that rides through my body.
After a few minutes, he turns around so that he’s kneeling on the couch, not losing connection of our lower bodies. My back is resting on the back of the couch, and he raises my legs to rest over his shoulders, so that I’m bent in half hanging suspended and sandwiched between him and the couch behind me. I groan with the added inches this position allows him to push into my body, alarmed at how he’s going to be able to fit his long shaft even further into my battered pussy.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he orders.
I’m helpless to do anything more than obey him.
And before long, he’s going at me like a hungry man that hasn’t had water in days and I’m his source of life-giving replenishment.
His pounding cock is driving me up towards another orgasm and I grip his muscled forearms tightly, knowing he’s going to make my mind and body explode.
In this position, I feel his pierced cock pushing into the opening of my cervix, trying to push past that tight opening. Oh god, it hurts so good.
He reaches down swipe the juices running at the base of his cock onto his fingers and holds them up to my lips.
“Suck.”
I open my mouth like a baby and proceed to suck on his fingers, the flavor from my last orgasm bursting with salty sweet flavor.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it,” he grunts. He feeds me some more and I’m greedy for it.
Before long he reaches down to rub his thumb across my clit.
I start mewling as the added pleasure. The combination of rough thrusts, his fingers in my mouth, and his fingers on my clit builds into a crescendo. It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m gonna cum,” I cry out. He bends his head down to kiss me hard, swiping his tongue along mine. With that, I give myself to the wave of release that crashes over me and tumble into a rushing orgasm.
The last of Adrian’s restraint disappears. As he feels me contracting over his rock-hard member, his last brutal thrusts become disjointed and stuttered, actually pushing my body up the couch, only his fingers gripping my shoulders from below prevent me from falling over the back.
He chases his own pleasure and soon I feel hot ribbons of his cum squirting into me.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes look glassy as he lets the pleasure carry him away before finally collapsing on my chest, his panting breath washing over my neck.
The teasing game might have started in my hands, but as he proceeded to give me his usual brand of rough hard fucking, while still showing me just how much he loves me, I realize that this is exactly where I want to be—caught up in the storm that is Adrian, and ready for whatever comes next. As I feel his heartbeat pounding against mine, I know that whatever the future holds, I’ve already made my choice. And it’s him. Always him.