Adrien #4
“I told you to turn up the radio, so that’s on you,” I reply casually. “And could you cut me some slack? I just got out of prison. I’m emotionally and physically deprived,” I complain theatrically.
“It wasn’t even a prison, idiot.”
“You know nothing. I’m corrected now. New man. I had some time to self-reflect.”
“You were there for one night!” He shouts back.
“A long night, Kas. Very transformative. Ten very dark hours.” I say in the most tragic tone I can muster.
“You haven’t even made it through the booking process.”
“Spiritual growth doesn’t need paperwork, Kas.”
Nat giggles on my lap and the sound is so adorable I need to taste it. I dive back into her lips.
“We should’ve left him there, I knew it,” Kas grits out.
I’m not entirely sure if he’s talking to himself or to Kiara, but she’s laughing too hard to take him seriously anyway.
Meanwhile, Natalya’s presence is swallowing every single one of my senses. She makes me so euphoric that I once again try to use my hands, only for the cuffs to snap my wrists back together instantly, reminding me for the hundredth time that those ridiculous things are still there.
I break the kiss and dramatically slam my cuffed wrists onto the center console and extend them toward Kiara.
“Troubles,” I say solemnly. “Help a newly enlightened man.”
She slowly turns in her seat and gives me a deeply judgmental look, Natalya thankfully still sitting on my lap and hiding how shamelessly turned on I currently am.
“Say please,” Kiara demands.
“Pretty please.”
She opens her mouth theatrically and turns to Kas.
“Wow. He was right. Prison really did change him,” she says with exaggerated sarcasm.
“Don’t invalidate my trauma,” I whine.
“Trauma?” she scoffs. “Weren’t you arrested for murder?”
“Allegedly,” I shoot back. “Do you have any proof, journalist?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Now,” I continue patiently, lifting my wrists again. “Would you release me before this vixen tears me apart?”
Nat giggles quietly on my lap, perfectly content to wait while Kiara starts inspecting the metal around my wrists.
“Leave it on,” Kas orders immediately.
“Excuse me,” I glance at him. “How exactly am I supposed to fulfill my boyfriend duties like this?”
“It definitely stays on,” he repeats, irritated.
“Troubles,” I sigh dramatically. “Don’t listen to him. I’m a certified giver and these are severely limiting my romantic capabilities.”
“Ugh. Stop it. You’re talking about my sister,” Kas croaks in pure despair, while I can’t stop the malicious laugh tearing out of me.
Oh how I love making him uncomfortable.
Kiara stops inspecting the cuffs and gives me a fake, sympathetic smile. “Too bad,” she says sweetly. “It’s a double lock, of course.”
“Well,” I insist, leaning closer, “don’t you have a pin in your hair or something? Something to jam it with?”
“I don’t.”
“Why?” I frown. “Don’t girls always have pins?”
I turn back to my Natalya and she just shakes her head as if she can’t believe how stupid I am.
“No,” she says calmly. “I’m afraid we’re not twelve anymore. No bows. No hairpins.”
“And besides,” Kiara adds, tapping the cuff lightly, “that’s literally the point of the double lock. No jamming.”
Now Kasien is the one laughing viciously from the driver’s seat.
“Well,” he says, clearly enjoying himself now, “I guess your deprivation and spiritual awakening continues.”
I arch a brow at him lazily, accepting the challenge.
“Are you underestimating me, Kas?” I provoke him more. “Bold of you to think that will stop me.”
Then he takes a turn and stops. “Get the fuck out of here before I rip my ears off.”
I peer out the window and realize we’re once again at the same tiny private airport. One jet. The same one we always rent.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“We need to get out of here for a while,” Kas replies. “Until your records are all erased and… other stuff arranged.”
“Vacation time,” Natalya squeals happily in my arms as we step out of the car.
She’s still glued to me exactly the same way as before, but the moment my feet hit the ground I toss her up slightly and swing her over my shoulder. She bursts out laughing and slaps my back while hanging there helplessly.
I jog up the few stairs into the jet, ducking down to squeeze through the small entrance.
“Careful!” she yells when I almost bang her head against the side of the doorway. “I’m already fucked in the head, do you want to make it worse?”
“Not like this.”
Once we’re inside, I set her back down on her feet and free her from my shoulder.
“I need to find something to get rid of this,” I mumble as I start heading toward the pilot cabin.
But she suddenly grabs the short chain between the cuffs and tugs me back the other way. Again, like a dog on a leash. And again, it violently turns me on.
“No,” she says playfully. “I’m going to enjoy this first.”
Oh.
Wow.
Okay.
She drags me to the far end of the jet where the huge leather seats can be flattened into horizontal position. With a quick motion she slides the thin door shut, sealing us away from the rest of the cabin.
Then, still gripping the cuffs, she shoves me down into one of the seats and climbs over me, reaching for my belt. I grab her face and pull her into a kiss, but she slips the belt free in one quick motion before moving to my neck. At first, the kisses are soft and sensual.
Then her teeth sink into my skin. The sharp sting shoots through my entire body and turns instantly into heat. My head falls back against the seat, my eyes sliding shut as a quiet groan escapes me.
She continues trailing rough kisses down my neck, biting me again, and the sensation floods my senses so completely that I don’t even realize what she’s doing until my wrists jerk sharply.
I open my eyes and glance down. The cuffs are strapped tightly to the armrest with my own belt. So tight I can’t move them even an inch.
My jaw practically hits the floor when I look back at her.
“You cunning little witch,” I grit out, absolutely stunned and only a little pissed.
She just tilts her head, smiling like some psychotic doll. She’s so hot I might relapse if she won’t get herself off on me as soon as possible.
Strands of her hair are flying everywhere in adorable chaos, freckles glowing against her flushed cheeks, lips swollen from all the kissing.
God help me.
“So,” she starts calmly, then she slides her knife out of her combats and starts cutting off the white prison T-shirt from me.
I take it back, God. Don’t help me. I like this.
She eventually tears it all off, cutting the pieces that prevent the clothing from coming over the cuffs.
“According to your question earlier,” she continues casually when she drops the torn cotton to the floor.
“That you belong to me again? It wasn’t a que—”
“Yes. That,” she nods, sliding the tip of the knife over my happy trail, then hooks it under the button of my pants and cuts it open, the button flying to the ground.
I watch everything with infuriating calm, even though every muscle in me is clenched with impatience.
“Will you make me beg again?” I ask, teasing.
“No,” she shakes her head, confusing me.
Then tosses the knife aside and undoes my pants with her hands, taking my painfully hard dick out. She smiles viciously, then lifts her gaze back to me.
“You’re gonna make a few promises while I’ll play.”
Okay. Yes. Fine. Anything.
“I promise,” I say eagerly.
“I haven’t said anything yet.”
She rolls her eyes, gets down and settles on her knees between my legs, both her palms digging into my thighs, her mouth still too far from my dick for my liking.
“First of all,” she begins, then settles above the tip, glancing at me from under her lashes before she gathers saliva in her mouth, sticks her tongue out and lets the drool slowly drip down onto the head of my dick.
The second her spit touches me, warmth spreads in my lap and I close my eyes to endure the rapture.
“You’re getting a therapist,” she states the first condition.
I open my eyes and then my mouth betrays me before my brain can stop it.
“We can share one,” I add with a wink.
That was clearly the wrong joke, judging by the fury igniting her cheeks. She reaches her hand in the direction where she threw the knife, reaching for it, but not breaking eye contact with me.
“Are you saying I’m crazy?” she asks eerily, her fingers already wrapping around the handle.
“No baby,” I shake my head. “You’re perfectly fine.”
“That’s right,” she leaves the knife there and gets back to me with a satisfied smile.
“Second of all,” she continues, sinks her nails back into my thighs and drives her tongue all over my dick from the hilt up.
There’s very much I can handle but this is definitely the worst and the best at the same time.
“We’re renewing the ’no lies’ rule,” she says.
“Mhm,” I manage.
She presses her lips to the tip as if she’s finally taking him into her mouth, but no, I’m sadly mistaken. She stops and glances up at me from down there, the sight devious and igniting.
“Use your words, Adrien,” she whispers, her breath falling right on my tip.
“Yes ma’am. I promise. I swear. Truth is my middle name from now on.”
She smiles and then wraps her lips around the tip, pushing him into her mouth just a little, her tongue playing with it inside her mouth.
I melt into the leather seat under me, my hands still desperately tugging at the belt tightly holding me hostage, my desperate grunts filling the space.
She slowly slides him out of her mouth, shamelessly torturing me with her wicked methods.
“And also,” she says, licking her lips.
My own mouth is parted and I basically forgot how to breathe. She knows damn well I’m suffocating right now and yet she won’t save me.
“You’re never gonna kill again.”
“Okay,” I agree automatically from the delirium I’m in.
Then something occurs to me. I gulp and meet her gaze.
“Wait,” I blurt out. “What if we have kids and someone endangers them.”