Chapter Thirty
Adrian
W e spilled into my living room, Isla swaying against me with that adorable drunk smile that made my chest tight with possession.
The night had been perfect. My victory in the ring, my angel watching me dominate, and now she was mine to worship in private, this time.
Coach Miller had thrust cake boxes at us before we left the club, muttering something about "sobering up the lightweights,” even though I’d been stone-cold sober while that asshole face-planted into the bar.
The old bastard had a soft spot for celebrating whenever I beat another coach, even if his methods were questionable.
Now we were sprawled on the plush carpet of my living room.
The only illumination came from the blue-green glow of my piranha tank and streams of moonlight filtering through the windows, casting everything in an otherworldly gleam .
The fish moved in lazy circles, their movements casting shifting shadows across Isla's flushed cheeks.
She sat cross-legged beside me, still in that sinful blue dress that had driven me to distraction all night, a rich mini chocolate cake balanced on a round plastic tray in her lap.
The icing gleamed under the aquarium's ethereal light, and watching her tongue dart out to wet her lips made my cock twitch with excitement.
"I don't wanna eat it," she whined, pouting up at me with those ocean-blue eyes that could bring me to my knees.
Her lip gloss was slightly smudged, her hair mussed from dancing, and she looked absolutely fucking edible.
"Then why'd you pick the chocolate cake, angel?" I asked, unable to keep the amusement from my voice as I reached for the plastic fork.
The way she wrinkled her nose in distaste was so goddamn cute I wanted to bite her.
"'Cause it looked pretty," she mumbled, swaying slightly where she sat. "But I had too many chocolate martinis and now everything tastes too sweet and…”
I cut off her rambling by sliding the fork into the cake, scooping up a generous bite.
"You're my good girl," I cooed, holding the spoon toward her parted lips. "And good girls eat what they pick.”
She tried to turn her head away, but I caught her chin with my free hand, keeping her still. "Open."
The command in my voice made her pupils dilate even as she continued to pout.
After a moment of resistance, she parted her lips and let me slide the spoon inside.
Chocolate and cream coated her tongue, and she moaned softly at the taste despite her protests.
Still my angel, even when she was trying to be defiant.
"See? Not so bad," I murmured, watching her lick a smear of icing from her bottom lip. The innocent gesture sent fire straight to my groin, tenting my pants.
As I prepared another bite, my free hand found the zipper at the back of her dress.
She was so focused on the cake, so pliant with alcohol and trust, that she barely noticed as I slowly drew it down.
The sound was quiet over the gentle hum of the aquarium filter, but it felt deafening in the intimate quiet of the room.
“Yummy,” she said around another mouthful of cake, only smiling. It had that breathy quality that meant she was getting turned on.
“Good angel.” I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder as the dress loosened, revealing the pale expanse of her back.
Her skin was like porcelain in the moonlight, smooth and perfect and begging for my touch.
I fed her another bite while my fingers traced the line of her spine, feeling the way she shivered under my touch.
The dress slipped lower with each movement, pooling around her waist as I gradually bared her to my hungry gaze.
She was fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her, every curve and hollow designed specifically to drive me insane.
Her breasts were large and full, nipples already pebbled from the cool air and my attention.
I palmed one while continuing to feed her, feeling the weight of it in my hand, the way her breath hitched when I brushed my thumb across the sensitive peak.
"More cake," I commanded softly, and she obediently opened her mouth as her eyes fluttered shut.
The trust she showed me, even drunk and vulnerable, made something primitive and possessive roar to life.
I reached into my back pocket with my free hand, fingers closing around the familiar weight of my jade knife.
The blade gleamed wickedly in the aquarium light as I flicked it open, the sound making Isla's eyes snap to mine.
She didn’t say anything, just maintained that absolute faith in me .
Using the dull edge of the blade, I traced lazy patterns across her skin, down her collarbone, along the curve of her breast, across the soft swell of her belly.
She made a little sound and arched into the touch, cake forgotten as I marked her with cold steel.
“Fucking pretty,” I murmured, voice rough with want. "My angel letting me play with her.”
The knife made quick work of her bra straps, the delicate lace parting like thread under the sharp edge.
I peeled the garment away and tossed it aside, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, and I had to resist the urge to mark her with my teeth.
"Hungry for something else?" I asked, scooping icing onto my finger and painting it across her nipple.
She whimpered as I leaned down to lick it clean, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud until she was writhing beneath me.
I pulled back and did the same with her panties, the snick of the blade slicing the thin fabric at her hips.
It fell away, exposing the pale skin of her pretty pussy, just hidden between her thighs.
But I had bigger plans than just teasing her with dessert.
Standing up, I made quick work of my own clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the carpet. My cock stood proud and hard, already throbbing with need as I looked down at my angel spread out like a feast before me.
"Come here," I commanded, settling back onto the carpet and pulling her toward me.
She crawled over eagerly, still drunk enough to be completely uninhibited, and I nearly lost it at the sight of her on her hands and knees with that ribbon around her throat.
I scooped more icing from the cake, this time smearing it along the length of my shaft.
The cold sweetness made me hiss, but the look of hunger in Isla's eyes as she watched made it worth the temporary discomfort .
"Clean me up, angel," I ordered, fisting my hand in her hair to guide her head down. "Lick every drop."
She didn't hesitate, her pink tongue darting out to taste the sweetness coating my skin.
The combination of her hot mouth and the cool icing was exquisite torture, made even better by the soft moans she made as she worked.
She took her time, her tongue tracing every ridge and vein, cleaning away the icing with thorough dedication.
When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking me deep into her throat, the wet heat making my vision blur.
"That's it," I groaned, my grip tightening in her hair as she worked me with increasing desperation. "Such a good girl for me. Taking me so deep.”
I wrapped the remnants of her panties around my other hand, the silk still warm from her body after I'd cut them away, and used the fabric to guide her movements.
Up and down, setting a rhythm that had me seeing heaven while she looked up at me with those trusting blue eyes.
"Enough," I growled when I couldn't stand it anymore, pulling her up and into my lap. Her legs straddled my hips, and I could feel how soaked she was as she pressed against me.
“Inside,” she whispered, her voice slurred with alcohol and need. "I need you inside me."
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat.
She was so wet, so ready, but I forced myself to go slow as I sank into her inch by inch.
“Big,” she gasped, her back arching as I filled her completely. “You feel so big, Adrian.”
The drunken praise made me throb inside her, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control. She felt like heaven—tight and hot and absolutely perfect around me .
We moved together in the moonlight, her body rising and falling on mine while the piranhas swirled in their tank like witnesses to our claiming.
The sounds she made, soft gasps and whimpers and my name falling from her lips like a prayer, drove me higher and higher until I thought I might lose my mind from the pleasure of it.
"I love this," she panted, her hands braced on my shoulders as she rode me with increasing desperation.
"Tell me," I demanded, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Tell me how good it feels."
"So good," she moaned, her head falling back as I thrust up into her. "You're so deep, so perfect. I love it, Adrian. I love you."
The confession hit me hard, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
With a growl, I flipped us over so she was beneath me on the plush carpet, my body covering hers as I drove into her with renewed force.
“I love you too, angel. I love you so much.”
Reaching for my knife where I'd discarded it earlier, I brought the handle to my mouth, coating it with saliva before trailing it down her body.
She tensed as I circled her tight rear entrance, the muscle fluttering under the gentle pressure.
"Trust me," I murmured, and slowly pressed the smooth jade inside.
She cried out, her back arching off the carpet as the foreign sensation registered. But she didn't pull away, didn't tell me to stop.
She pushed back against the intrusion, taking more of the handle until I was buried to the hilt in both her holes.
"Adrian," she sobbed, her body trembling with overwhelming sensation. "It's so much. So good. I love everything you do to me."
“Yeah? That’s cause you can take it, angel.” I continued to thrust deep in her pussy, pulling the knife in and out of her tight ass.
The way her pussy clenched around my cock while her ass stretched to accommodate the jade handle—fuck, she was taking it so good, like she was made for my touch alone .
My thrusts came faster, each one designed to drive her closer to madness. The knife handle moved in perfect counterpoint.
When I pulled out of her dripping cunt, I pushed the handle deeper into her ass, creating a rhythm that had her crying my name into the open room.
"Feel that, angel?" I murmured against her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Feel how your body takes everything I give you? This tight ass stretching around my knife while your pussy milks my cock?"
She could only whimper in response, reaching back to hold my hand, nails raking down the skin hard enough to leave marks.
I shivered. I wanted her brand on me just as much as I needed mine on her.
The dual penetration was driving us both to the edge of sanity.
Her walls rippled around me with each thrust, her body caught between the hard length of my cock and the smooth jade claiming her from behind.
Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her smooth back, mixing with the sheen of moisture that coated her perfect skin.
"Adrian," she gasped, her back arching off the carpet as I hit that spot inside her that made her keen. "I can't—it's too much?—"
"You can and you will," I growled, my grip tightening on her hip while I twisted the knife handle just enough to make her cry out.
“Come, angel. Fall apart on my knife and cock.”
Her orgasm rushed over her, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure took her by force. Her loud, pretty moans echoed through the room and went straight to my cock.
Her walls clamped down on me like a vice while her ass fluttered around the jade, and I was lost.
I followed her over the edge with a groan that probably scared the piranhas, spilling deep inside her as my own release tore through me.
The intensity of it left me shaking, every nerve ending on fire as I emptied myself into her welcoming heat .
We collapsed together on the plush carpet, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks.
The blue glow from the tank painted ethereal patterns across our intertwined limbs while the city lights filtered through the windows, casting everything in shades of silver and shadow.
I carefully withdrew the knife handle, setting it aside before gathering her closer to my chest.
She was jelly against me, her breathing slowly returning to normal as the alcohol and exhaustion began to claim her.
"Mine," I whispered against her hair, the word both a claim and a vow.
My fingers traced lazy patterns on her damp skin, mapping every curve and hollow that belonged to me. "Forever mine, angel. I can’t breathe without you.”
She murmured something unintelligible, her arms tightening around me even in her half-conscious state.
I heard the love in that sleepy sound and felt the complete trust in the way she melted against me.