Adolph
She was laughing. With another man.
And that was all it took for my blood to boil.
Pranav, the ever-annoying spectator, let out a dramatic gasp beside me. "Oh nooo, look at that. Your fiancéeâyour soon-to-be wifeâis smiling at another man." He nudged my arm, voice dripping with fake sympathy. "You poor thing. Should I console you? Maybe offer you someâ"
I shot him a glare so sharp he wisely shut up, though his smirk stayed.
I put down my glass, my fingers twitching, and before I could think twice, I was already moving. She didnât even notice me until I was behind her, my arm sliding around her waist.
âExcuse us,â I muttered to the man, not even bothering to look at him.
Neti gasped as I pulled her away, her small hands grabbing my wrist in protest. âAdolphâwhatââ
I didnât answer. I didnât need to.
The moment I got her inside the restroom, I shut the door with a firm click and turned to her, my gaze dark. She backed up against the counter, her breath uneven, her eyes wide.
âSmiling at another man?â I mused, my voice low, teasing. My fingers brushed along her waist, tracing slow, lazy circles. âWhat was so funny, hmm?â
She swallowed hard, gripping the counter behind her. âItâit wasnât like that.â
I smirked. âNo?â My lips barely ghosted against her ear, my hand sliding down her spine at an agonizing pace. âThen tell me, Netiâ¦â My fingers trailed down, lower, teasing, torturing. âDid you do it to make me jealous?â
She sucked in a breath, her whole body going tense. My smirk widened.
âI should punish you for that,â I murmured.
And I would.
Slowly.
Cruelly.
Until she was begging.
Until she remembered exactly who she belonged to.
Author
{Read it slowly, trust me}
The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in the dimly lit restroom. The air was thick, suffocating with unspoken tension, charged like the seconds before a lightning strike. Neti barely had time to process what was happening before Adolph had her trappedâhis body pressing her back against the cool marble counter, his hands gripping her waist in a hold that was possessive, controlling, unyielding.
"Youâve got quite the nerve," he murmured, his breath warm against her temple. "Flirting right in front of me."
Her pulse hammered against her ribs. "IâI wasnâtâ"
"Donât," he cut her off, voice dark with something almost predatory. His fingers skimmed up her sides, slow and teasing, then down, dragging over the silk of her dress before gripping her hips with just enough force to make her gasp. "You know better than to lie to me, sweetheart."
The nickname sent a shiver down her spine. Before she could protest, his hand slid lower, fingers brushing over the fabric between her legs, barely there, the touch so featherlight that it was maddening.
A sharp inhale. A sudden awareness of just how powerless she was against him.
"Adolph," she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.
He hummed, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. "You enjoy making me jealous, don't you? You like seeing me like this." His fingers moved again, barely pressing, just enough to tease. "But letâs see how much you like it when I make you suffer, too."
Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding her warmth, his touch slow, deliberate. The first stroke was gentle, teasing, just enough to make her hips jerk forward in search of more. But he held her firmly in place.
"Patience," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Youâre already trembling, sweetheart."
She gritted her teeth, her hands gripping his arms as his fingers moved in lazy circles, tracing her most sensitive spot with agonizing precision. Every stroke was light, teasing, giving her just enough to feel the build-up but never enough to push her over.
It was unbearable.
"Adolphâ"
He slid a single finger inside her, achingly slow, just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to give her any real relief.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Youâre already soaked." He withdrew his finger almost entirely before pressing back in, so slow it was torturous. "And I havenât even started yet."
She shuddered, her body betraying her as her legs instinctively spread wider, begging for more. But he didnât give it to her. He kept the rhythm torturously slow, moving in and out with such delicate control that she could feel every inch of him stretching her, but never enough to satisfy.
"Faster," she pleaded, her fingers curling into the fabric of his suit.
"Faster?" His voice was all amusement, his movements never changing. "You donât get to make demands, sweetheart."
A second finger joined the first, curling inside her, pressing against the perfect spot, but his pace was the sameâslow, deliberate, keeping her right at the edge but never letting her fall.
Her legs trembled. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her breaths turned into soft, helpless gasps as the pleasure built higher and higher, right at the brink of something unbearable.
"Adolph, please," she whimpered, pressing her forehead against his chest, her body completely at his mercy.
"Please what?" His fingers stilled inside her, making her whine in frustration.
"Please⦠I needâ¦" Her voice broke, her pride crumbling along with her control.
"Need what, sweetheart?" His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear. "Say it."
She swallowed hard, shame heating her face. But she was past the point of caring. Past the point of resisting.
"Please let me come," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.
The moment the words left her lips, he moved his third finger with those other two, stretching her deliciously.
Faster. Deeper. His fingers curled, stretching her perfectly, thrusting inside her with a precision that had her crying out.
The pleasure was instant, unbearable, the buildup so torturous that the moment he finally gave her what she needed, she shattered. A sharp cry left her lips as her body convulsed around his fingers, her walls clenching so tightly around him that she saw stars.
He didn't stop until she was completely undone, until the last waves of pleasure left her weak and trembling against him. Only then did he pull his fingers away, leaving her breathless, her body utterly spent.
Neti could barely stand.
But before she could fully recover, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"That," he murmured, "was for teasing me."
He brought the fingers towards her lips,"Suck them clean"
Her response didn't matter,he put them inside her mouth anyways and leaned in to give her a possessive, passionate and filthy kiss,"Sweet as always"
Then, as if nothing had happened, he straightened his suit, wiped his fingers with a napkin, and walked out.
Leaving her thereâbreathless, ruined, and utterly wrecked.
Utterly his
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