11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Anastasia
“ I never knew you knew how to use a gun,” Adrien says as we drive away from the crime scene we left behind. The goal is to get back to his house and ditch the car.
“My mom taught me. She wanted me and my sisters to always be prepared for anything. She even taught me some self-defense moves.”
“You’ll have to show me some.”
“You really want to see it? I thought you didn’t want to get to know me.”
He gives me a wry look. “Well, now I’m curious. What can I say?”
I can’t help but smile. Is Adrien starting to warm up to me? “Does this usually happen? Life and death situations with you?”
“Normally I’m not reckless. Remy is angry I stole from him. It made him more bold than he usually is. Attacking me in broad daylight. He’s never done that before.”
“Maybe you should return what you stole from him. Maybe then he’d leave you alone.”
“You’re still na?ve to how this world works, Anastasia. Remy won’t ever stop. I can return the money I took from him. Sure. But his pride is now wounded. He’ll keep coming back.”
“So what do we do?” I ignore his comment about me being na?ve. We don’t need to get into a fight at the moment.
“Now, we return home where it’s safe. And then I figure out what to do next.”
“You could call Nico, Mikhail, and Liam. They are your business partners now. They should come help. Or they could send more men to help you.”
“You’re right. I’ll do that.”
“Why do you sound surprised?” I ask. “That I could think of something like that.”
“I’m not surprised. You have a smart mind. A sassy mouth. One I want to kiss again.”
I shift around in my seat, feeling a heat settle between my legs. God, how I want Adrien to touch me. I want it so bad. I want to experience sex and pleasure and… love.
While I know Adrien can give me the first two, I know he doesn’t believe in the last and I just can’t do it. That doesn’t mean I can just easily get rid of the feelings inside of me. The one where I want Adrien to ravish me.
We manage to make it back home without any problems. Adrien tells one of his men to get rid of the car before heading inside, straight to his office. I know he has work to do but I have work of my own. I need to work to get rid of this desire inside of me.
I go to our bedroom and shut the door. I push my skirt down and slip my underwear off and place my hand between my legs. I’ve done this countless times now. It’s the only way I’ve ever been able to experience pleasure.
And right now, I picture Adrien in my mind as I touch myself. Picture his secure arms around me when I was scared in the backseat of the van. When he helped get me to safety. His beautiful face and his soft lips.
I want him so badly it hurts. There’s an ache in my stomach I can’t get rid of and I know only him can remove it for me.
I run my fingers over my clit harder and harder. Firmer and firmer. I need a release after the terrifying day I had. I need pleasure.
I need to feel safe.
The bedroom door opens and Adrien walks in, stopping in his tracks when he sees me with my hand between my legs. I am so close to an orgasm but it all comes crashing down. I go still.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He eyes me over with a dark, lustful expression. “I could ask you the same thing. You’re pleasuring yourself.”
“Yes.”
“Without me.”
I remove my hand from my legs and try to act confident, which is hard to do with Adrien looking at me the way he is and my lower body fully exposed to his gaze.
“Yes,” I say.
“So, you’d rather use your own fingers on yourself than let me touch you?”
“If you can promise to let me into your heart, then I’ll let you touch me. Until then, yes. I would prefer my own fingers. They don’t come with a ton of baggage.”
Slowly, Adrien approaches and leans over me. His hands are on either side of my hips. My desire is still going strong through my body, killing me.
“I could finish you off,” he suggests. “I know you want it.”
I swallow hard. I do want it. God, how I want it.
Adrien places his hand on my stomach, making me suck in a breath. “I can just move my fingers lower… if you want.”
I want it bad.
Without even thinking about it, I open my legs wider. I shouldn’t do this. Letting Adrien in when he’ll only hurt me? It’s a bad idea.
But I need him to touch me. Just this once.
Adrien gives me a smirk, like he knows he’s won before kneeling on the floor. In one swift move, he brings my hips to the edge of the bed, making me gasp and spread my legs wide.
I gasp when he settles his lips against my inner thigh. He looks up at me and I look back.
And then he finally shows me what pleasure is supposed to feel like.