Chapter 35: CHAPTER 32:MAKE ME

Adolph

But

I should leave.

I should walk away, let her stew in her frustration, her confusion, the way her body betrayed her just now.

But where’s the fun in that?

Instead, I smirked and settled beside her.

Neti immediately stiffened, her body going rigid, like a deer realizing the wolf wasn’t done playing.

Her breath hitched as the bed dipped under my weight, the silk sheets rustling softly as I turned on my side, facing her. Close. Too close.

Her pulse fluttered at her throat like a trapped bird, and I could hear the way she swallowed, trying to regain control.

She wouldn't.

Not with me here.

I let my fingers trail over the edge of her pillow, brushing against a loose strand of her hair. “Tsk,” I murmured, my voice low, amused. “You act so scared… but you haven’t moved away.”

Her jaw clenched, those fiery eyes locking onto mine, full of defiance.

“I don’t have to move,” she hissed, voice dripping with venom. “You do.”

I chuckled, slow and deep, letting my fingers brush her cheek this time—just a whisper of a touch.

She shivered.

She hated it.

I loved it.

“Oh, princesa…” I hummed, my voice dropping into something more dangerous, more silken and sharp all at once. “You really think I’ll listen to you?”

I dragged my knuckles down her jaw, slow, taunting.

She sucked in a breath, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Deja de tocarme,” she snapped, voice trembling.

Stop touching me

I grinned. “Hazme.”

Make me

Her whole body tensed.

Challenge accepted.

Before I could react, she shoved at my chest, her small hands pressing against my bare skin, trying to create space.

I barely moved.

Instead, I grabbed her wrists, flipping them effortlessly, pinning her beneath me before she could think.

A sharp gasp. Wide, dark eyes stared up at me, a mix of fury and something else she refused to name.

I exhaled, my breath fanning over her lips, my body hovering just inches above hers.

“You’re trembling again, Neti,” I murmured, my tone taunting, smug. “Hate me all you want, but your body?” I pressed in closer, letting her feel the heat of me. “It knows exactly who owns it.”

She turned her face away sharply, her cheeks burning.

But I wasn’t done.

I leaned in, brushing my lips along her jaw, slow, teasing.

She inhaled sharply, her whole body stiff. “Bastardo,” she whispered, breathless.

Bastard

I grinned against her skin, trailing my lips lower.

Her throat bobbed.

Her pulse was racing.

But then—she shoved me again.

I let her.

This time, I rolled onto my back beside her, my hands laced behind my head, completely relaxed.

Unbothered.

A predator watching his prey struggle with the undeniable truth of what she felt.

She shot me a furious glare, her breathing still uneven, her lips still parted from what had just happened.

I smirked up at the ceiling.

“Sweet dreams, princesa.”

She whipped around, her back to me, yanking the blanket up to her shoulders, practically seething.

I let out a low chuckle.

She could turn away all she wanted.

She could curse me in Spanish, fight me, glare at me like she wanted to set me on fire.

But I’d felt it.

The way her body reacted. The way her breath

She tried to ignore me.

How cute.

Neti lay stiffly on her side, back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched around the silk sheets like they were the only thing keeping her sane.

But I wasn’t done.

I smirked in the dim glow of the room, watching the way her breathing betrayed her—shallow, uneven, like she was fighting a battle she was destined to lose.

I let a lazy hand drift, fingertips barely grazing the curve of her waist.

She flinched.

My smirk widened.

“Dormirás con ropa tan gruesa, princesa?” I mused, voice low, teasing.

"Are you really going to sleep in such thick clothes, princess?"

Lies,in fact she's just wearing a sleeping robe

She gritted her teeth.

“Sí.”

Yes.

No hesitation.

But that tiny, barely-there tremble in her voice? That was hesitation.

I let out a slow tsk, trailing my fingers up her side, watching her shiver despite herself.

"Qué lástima," I murmured.

What a shame.

She jerked away, gripping the sheets tighter, practically hugging herself to keep distance between us.

I didn’t stop.

Instead, I shifted closer, letting my breath tickle the back of her neck, deliberately slow, deliberately taunting.

Her whole body tensed.

“Adolph…” she warned.

Oh, but I loved it when she said my name like that.

I dipped my head lower, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Qué pasa, princesa?” I whispered, my voice dark silk, smooth and unhurried.

What’s wrong, princess?

She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Deja de tocarme," she spat through clenched teeth.

Stop touching me.

I grinned against her skin.

“Hazme.”

Make me.

She whipped around, eyes blazing, fury igniting her dark irises.

And I was waiting for it.

The moment she turned, I caught her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up, locking her gaze with mine.

Her lips parted slightly, but she quickly clenched her jaw, fighting whatever reaction I was pulling from her.

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded, her voice sharp but tinged with something breathless.

I cocked my head, watching her like she was the most fascinating puzzle I’d ever played with.

“You tell me,” I murmured, dragging my thumb over the curve of her lower lip, slow, deliberate.

She trembled.

Denied it instantly.

“Tú eres el diablo,” she whispered, her voice raw.

(You are the devil.)

I chuckled, deep and quiet, letting my lips hover just over hers, not quite touching, but close enough to drive her insane.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, mi amor.”

She let out a shaky breath, her anger warring with something she refused to admit.

And I reveled in it.

Loved it.

I leaned in even more, our lips barely a breath apart.

But just before she could break, just before she could fall into my game—

I pulled away.

Rolled onto my back.

Casually. Effortlessly.

Like I hadn’t just spent the last few minutes ruining her ability to think straight.

She exhaled sharply, frustrated beyond belief.

I smirked at the ceiling.

“Goodnight, princesa.”

Her response?

She threw a pillow at my face.

I caught it effortlessly.

And I laughed. A slow, deep sound that filled the room.

She groaned and turned away again, muttering curses under her breath.

But her body?

Still tense.

Still alert.

Still aching from my touch.

And I was going to make sure she never forgot it.

Neti was trying to sleep.

But I wasn’t going to let her.

Not when she was so tense, so restless—not when I could feel her shallow breaths, the way she stiffened every time I moved even slightly.

I smirked in the dim light, watching the delicate curve of her neck as she pretended to ignore me.

Oh, princesa… you can pretend all you want.

I shifted closer, my movements slow, deliberate. The silk sheets barely rustled as I dragged my fingers across the mattress, my knuckles ghosting over her waist.

Her whole body shuddered.

“Still awake?” I murmured, my voice rough with amusement.

She stayed silent, stubborn.

But I knew her better.

I let my lips brush against the nape of her neck, just lightly enough to send a shiver down her spine.

She sucked in a sharp breath.

“I know you’re awake, princesa,” I murmured, my breath hot against her skin.

She twisted away, pressing herself deeper into the mattress. But there was nowhere to go.

I followed.

Slowly.

Like a predator toying with his prey.

I reached out, my fingers trailing down her arm, barely touching, but enough to drive her insane.

“Adolph…” she warned.

I smirked against her skin.

“Qué pasa, mi amor?”I asked far too innocently

What’s wrong, my love?

She turned abruptly, eyes flashing, cheeks warm.

Big mistake.

Because now, she was facing me.

I didn’t hesitate.

I cupped her jaw, my fingers tracing the delicate shape of her face as I tilted her chin up.

Her lips parted, her breath uneven.

“Stop playing with me,” she whispered, her voice shaky, but defiant.

I chuckled, low and dark.

“Who said I’m playing?”

She exhaled sharply, but I saw the flicker in her eyes—the war between anger and something else.

Something dangerous.

Something I was pulling out of her.

I let my thumb drag over her lower lip, pressing just slightly, watching the way she froze beneath my touch.

“You hate me,” I murmured, voice dropping lower.

Her breathing hitched.

“Yes,” she spat.

I grinned.

“Then why aren’t you moving away?”

Her jaw clenched.

“I—”

But before she could finish, I leaned in.

Slowly.

Torturously.

Letting her feel the warmth of my breath, the barest brush of my lips over hers.

But I didn’t kiss her.

Not yet.

I wanted her to break first.

I wanted her to cave.

Her nails dug into the sheets, her chest rising and falling faster.

“Dímelo otra vez,” I whispered, lips teasing the corner of her mouth.

Say it again.

She swallowed hard.

“I... Hate you"

But it was deliciously breathless now

I smirked,"liar"

And then finally –I kissed her

Slow. Deep . Possesive

The moment my lips claimed hers, I felt it—the war, the surrender, the rage and desire crashing into each other like a violent storm.

She was fighting it, I could feel her hesitation, the way her fingers twitched against the sheets, gripping them like they were her only anchor.

But I wasn’t letting her escape.

I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, drawing out a soft, reluctant sound from the back of her throat. My hand slid down, tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the shiver that raced through her body.

She whimpered against my lips, and it sent a dark thrill through me.

I pulled back just slightly, my breath fanning over her kiss-swollen lips.

“¿Ves?” I whispered, my thumb trailing her jawline, my voice laced with satisfaction.

See?

Her lashes fluttered, her lips parted, but she wasn’t speaking.

Couldn’t.

Good.

I let my fingers skim lower, brushing over her bare waist, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath my touch.

She sucked in a breath, her body tensing.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” I murmured, pressing my forehead against hers.

Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths.

She was trying to deny it.

I chuckled, dark and knowing.

“You can lie to yourself, Neti,” I said, dragging my lips along her jaw, letting her feel the heat of my mouth against her sensitive skin.

“But not to me.”

Her fingers fisted the fabric of my shirt, whether to push me away or pull me closer, I wasn’t sure.

I leaned in again, kissing the spot just beneath her ear, letting my teeth graze her skin before whispering—

“You belong to me.”

She let out a shaky gasp.

And that’s when I pulled away.

Abrupt. Sudden.

Leaving her breathless, flushed, dazed.

I smirked, brushing my thumb over her lower lip one last time.

Then I leaned close, voice low, husky—

“Get some rest, princesa. You’ll need it.”

And with that, I stood up, leaving her lying there—panting, burning, aching.

Just the way I wanted.

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