Neti
The night stretched endlessly, a blur of heat, dominance, and surrender. Every time I thought it was over, he proved me wrongâagain and again, until my body was spent, trembling, barely able to move.
The only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths, the faint rustling of sheets, and the steady, possessive beat of his heart against my back as he held me trapped against him. His fingers traced lazy patterns over my bare skin, a stark contrast to the merciless way he had claimed me all night.
Sunlight slowly crept through the heavy curtains, its golden glow spilling across the luxurious bedroom, illuminating the wreckage of the night before. My body ached in places I never thought possible, my skin tingling from every mark he had left.
Adolph shifted slightly behind me, his lips grazing my shoulder in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. "Youâre still here," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Didnât run this time."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my mind still hazy. I wasnât sure I had the strength left to run anymore. Not yet.
His lips pressed against my bare shoulder, slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to the way he had devoured me through the night. His touch was softer now, almost reverent, but the possessiveness never fadedâit lingered in the way his fingers traced every mark he had left on my skin, the way his breath ghosted over my pulse, reminding me that I was still his.
"You look ruined, Mrs. Alessandro," he murmured against my skin, the hint of a smirk curling his lips. "I like you like thisâwrecked, weak, unable to do anything but let me touch you."
His lips moved up my neck, slow and agonizing, lingering at the spot where he had bitten down hard just hours ago. My body betrayed me, shuddering under his warmth. He hummed in satisfaction.
"You hate this, donât you?" His voice was thick with amusement. He kissed just beneath my ear, lingering there. "Hate how much you crave me even after everything."
I clenched my jaw, refusing to respond, but he only chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending shivers down my spine.
"You can lie to yourself, Neti, but your body already gave me the truth. Again. And again. And again."
I tried to shift away, but his arms tightened around me, caging me against his bare chest. His lips found my jaw, then the corner of my mouth, barely touching. Teasing.
"Tell me," he murmured, his voice nothing but sinful temptation. "If I kiss you right now⦠will you push me away? Or will you let me ruin you all over again?"
His fingers tilted my chin, forcing me to look into those dark, knowing eyes. The answer was already written all over my bodyâevery shiver, every tremble, every rapid breath. And he knew it. He always knew it.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my body betraying me yet again. His fingers trailed down my arm, featherlight, coaxing out shivers I didnât want to give him. His lips hovered over mine, a ghost of a touch, just enough to make me desperate for moreâbut I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
"No answer?" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. His grip on my chin tightened just enough to remind me of his strength. "Or is it because you already know what you want, but you're too much of a coward to say it?"
I glared at him, but his smirk only deepened.
"Still trying to fight me?" he murmured, dragging his lips along my jaw, slow and deliberate. "After last night? After the way you begged me?"
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and he caught it instantly. His dark chuckle vibrated against my skin, taunting, consuming.
"Adorable," he murmured, his lips brushing over mine. "Do you really think you can escape me, Neti? That Iâd let you go?" His fingers traced lazy circles on my bare hip, his touch sending sparks across my skin. "Youâre mine. And last night?" He tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Last night was just the beginning."
I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted, but his smirk only grew darker. He leaned in closer, so close his breath fanned against my lips, teasing, tormenting.
"Whatâs wrong, Mrs. Alessandro?" he whispered. "Suddenly shy? After screaming my name all night?"
I tried to push him away, but he caught my wrists easily, pinning them down against the silk sheets. His body pressed against mine, warm, unyielding.
"Tsk, tsk. Still resisting." He shook his head mockingly, his lips brushing my ear. "Itâs cute, really. But we both know how this ends."
I hated how right he was. Hated how his words sent tingles down my spine, how his touch ignited something deep and uncontrollable within me. He kissed my neck, slow and possessive, savoring every reaction.
"You can fight all you want, Neti," he murmured. "But in the end, youâll always be mine."
He pulled away slightly, just enough to make me shiver at the loss of warmth. I barely had time to catch my breath before he reached for his shirt, the same one he discarded last night, and draped it over me.
"Canât have you parading around bare, can we?" His voice was deep, laced with amusement, but his eyes held something darkerâsomething possessive.
I swallowed, my throat still dry, as he carefully threaded my arms through the sleeves, his fingers grazing my skin like he was memorizing every inch of me. The shirt was oversized, hanging loosely over my frame, drowning me in his scent. It didnât make me feel coveredâit made me feel owned.
"Not that it matters," he murmured, buttoning it up himself, deliberately slow, his smirk never fading. "Iâm the only one whoâll see you like this, anyway."
I clenched my jaw, refusing to meet his gaze, but that only seemed to amuse him more. His knuckles brushed over my collarbone before he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him.
"You wear my clothes well, Mrs. Alessandro," he mused, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Maybe I should rip your dresses more often."
Adolph's smirk deepened as he trailed his fingers down my arm, his touch featherlight yet possessive. His gaze flickered over me, slow and consuming, before he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Or without clothes," he murmured, his voice a sinful promise wrapped in velvet.
My breath hitched, and I instinctively took a step back, but his hand shot out, gripping my waist, keeping me right where he wanted. He tilted his head, amused by my reaction, his thumb tracing lazy circles over my hip.
"What?" he taunted, voice dripping with dark amusement. "You act so shy now, but last nightâ"
"Shut up," I snapped, face burning, trying to push him away.
He only laughed, low and deep, clearly entertained. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, "after everything, you still think you can tell me what to do?"
Adolph carried me out of the abandoned mansion with ease, my body too weak to protest. His grip was firm, possessive, like he was making sure I wouldnât try to slip away again. The morning air was crisp against my flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered from last nightâs torment.
The black car sat parked under the dim glow of the fading moonlight, sleek and waiting, just like him. He opened the door with one hand and settled me onto the passenger seat before stepping around to the driverâs side.
As the engine purred to life, I shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness between my legs. His eyes flickered to me, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
"Hurting, Mrs. Alessandro?" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement.
I shot him a glare, but it lacked any real venom. He simply chuckled, resting one hand on the wheel while the other found its way to my thigh. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles on my skin, possessively holding me in place.
"You should be grateful I carried you. After all, you wanted to run so badly. Now look at you," he murmured, squeezing my thigh just enough to make me suck in a breath.
I pressed my lips together, refusing to respond, but he saw the way I shifted uncomfortably. His smirk deepened as he kept his grip firm, his warmth searing into me.
The drive back to his mansion was quiet, but it wasnât peaceful. It was chargedâhis touch, his presence, the weight of last night still heavy in the air. Every now and then, his fingers would tighten, reminding me who was in control.
By the time we reached the mansion, the sky was painted with hues of early morning gold. He parked smoothly, stepped out, and rounded the car before I could even move. The door swung open, and before I could protest, he lifted me againâbridal style, effortlessly, as if I were weightless.
"You donât have toâ"
"You canât walk properly, cariño," he interrupted, amusement lacing his voice. "I should know. Iâm the reason why."
Heat flooded my face as I buried it into his chest, refusing to look at him. His chuckle vibrated against me, smug and dark, before he carried me through the grand doors of the mansion, straight toward his bedroom.
The moment we entered, he didnât waste a second. He carried me straight into the en-suite bathroom, where steam was already beginning to fog up the mirrors. With practiced ease, he turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down before stepping in with me still in his arms.
"Time to clean up, Mrs. Alessandro," he whispered against my skin, his voice low and promising. "We made quite a mess last night, didnât we?"
Adolph didnât waitâhe claimed my lips, deep and ruthless, his tongue invading my mouth with a possessiveness that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was wild, consuming, filled with everything that had happened last night and everything he still wasnât done with. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I felt my knees give out. If it werenât for his hold, I would have collapsed.
The sound of our kiss echoed in the bathroom, mixing with the soft patter of the running shower. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he dominated me with just a kiss, made my stomach twist with something I wasnât ready to name.
Outside, a sharp, unmistakable voice cut through. "For fuckâs sake, at least close the damn door!"
Pranav.
My body went rigid in Adolphâs hold, but he didnât stop. No, he kissed me deeper, rougher, as if he didnât give a damn that we had an audience. As if he wanted them to hear.
"She doesnât seem to mind," Adolph murmured against my lips, his voice laced with dark amusement.
I wanted to die. Right there, in that moment.
"I mind!" I finally gasped, pushing at his chest, but he didnât budge.
Pranav groaned loudly from the doorway. "Iâll be in therapy after this."
Adolph finally pulled away, a wicked smirk on his lips. He didnât even glance at Pranav, just reached out with one hand and slammed the door shut in his face.
"Now, where were we?" His fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyesâeyes that were still filled with the promise of something dangerous, something inevitable. "Ah, yes. You were falling apart in my arms."
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Adolph
I stepped out of the bathroom, water still dripping from my hair, only to see the bedroom door swinging shut with force. She ran. Again.
A slow smirk pulled at my lips. Adorable.
I reached for a towel, drying my hair as I strolled out of my room, bare-chested, sweatpants hanging low on my hips. My steps were lazy, unhurried. I already knew where she went.
The moment I entered the dining area, I found Pranav seated at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands, staring at me like I was the biggest disappointment he had ever laid eyes on.
He didnât say anything. Just took a sip of his coffee.
I walked over to the counter, pouring myself a drink. I could feel his judgment burning into my back.
"What?" I finally asked, raising a brow at him.
Pranav leaned back, setting his cup down with a slow, deliberate movement. "Nothing. Just wondering if you even let the poor girl breathe last night."
My smirk deepened. "Sheâs alive, isnât she?"
He let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Barely, I assume."
I took a sip of my drink, unbothered.
Pranav tilted his head. "She ran the second she got the chance, huh?"
I chuckled darkly. "Of course she did."
"And you let her?"
I shrugged. "I like watching her run."
Pranav gave me a look. "Youâre sick."
I met his gaze, amusement dancing in my eyes. "And?"
He sighed, rubbing his temple. "And nothing. Just reminding myself that therapy exists."
Pranav narrowed his eyes at me, setting his cup down. "Also, I couldnât help but notice something."
I raised a brow, taking another sip of my drink. "Oh?"
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his tone flat. "While she was running for her life, she was limping a little."
I smirked.
Pranavâs eye twitched. "Why the hell is that, Adolph?"
I took my time answering, swirling the liquid in my glass before finally meeting his glare. "Take a wild guess."
His face contorted into pure disbelief before he leaned back, covering his face with his hands. "Jesus fucking Christ."
I let out a low chuckle, amused by his reaction.
"Youâre actually insane," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Again, and?" I said, utterly unbothered.
Pranav shot me a disgusted look. "You broke her, didnât you?"
I grinned, finishing my drink. "Sheâs still breathing."
"Barely."
I only smirked in response, enjoying every second of his judgment.
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