She reached for him, pulling him down. Their mouths collided—hungry, reckless, unstoppable.
Adrian's kiss wasn't gentle. It was raw possession, the kind of kiss that bruised, that claimed. His tongue pressed against hers, tasting and devouring. His hands roamed her body with raw urgency. Bella melted beneath him, her mind screaming stop but her body begging for more.
His scent filled her head—cedar, musk, the faint trace of whiskey from earlier—and it was intoxicating. Her fingers clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel the skin. The fabric tore. Her blouse ripped open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her breath hitched, her chest heaving as cool air brushed her exposed skin.
"God, you're beautiful," he growled. His lips trailed down her neck, teeth biting, marking, leaving fire on her skin.
Bella arched, a moan slipping from her lips. Her thighs pressed together, heat pooling between them.
Adrian's belt clattered as he yanked it free, the sound sharp, dangerous, and exciting. His hands were rough and impatient. He yanked her skirt up and slid her panties down in one sweep. She trembled, bare, exposed.
His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, stroking, finding her slick and ready. Bella gasped, her nails sinking into his shoulders.
"You're dripping for me already," Adrian whispered hot against her ear, his voice like gravel. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
She tried to deny it, to shake her head, but the moan that ripped from her throat betrayed her. His thumb circled her clit. Slow at first. Then harder, faster—until her hips bucked against his hand.
"Adrian…" she gasped, eyes fluttering shut, body writhing beneath his touch.
He slid two fingers inside her, stretching, filling, and curling to hit the spot. Bella cried out, her back arching, her body begging for more.
"Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, watching her fall apart under his hand.
He shoved into her, thick and deep. She screamed, clinging to him like she might drown.
He started slow and deliberate, making her feel every inch. Then he moved faster and harder until the couch shook beneath them.
"God, yes!" She cried, nails raking down his back.
He grunted, head dropping to her shoulder as he pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. Her body tightened, legs trembling as waves built inside her. When release hit, she shattered, screaming his name as her climax ripped through her.
Adrian groaned. He pulled out at the last moment, spilling hot across her stomach, his body jerking with release.
But his eyes burned with hunger. He wasn't finished. Not even close.
Before she caught her breath, he flipped her onto her stomach. He yanked her hips up, his cock slamming back into her with a force that stole her voice.
Bella gasped, her hands clawing at the cushions. "Adrian—ahh!"
"Say my name louder," he demanded, thrusting hard, deep, and relentlessly.
"Adrian!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, breaking.
Each thrust rattled the couch, each snap of his hips shaking her body like a rag doll. Sweat dripped from his skin onto her back, hot and slick. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so her cries spilled into the air, raw and unrestrained.
"You love this, don't you?" He growled in her ear. "Being fucked like this… my cock buried so deep inside you."
She moaned, desperate, unable to form words.
His hand snaked around, fingers finding her clit again, ruthless. Bella convulsed, her walls squeezing him tight. Another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her screaming into the cushions.
Adrian cursed, thrusting harder. He roared as he spilled inside her, collapsing against her back.
She thought it was over.
But Adrian wasn't done.
Later, in her bedroom, he pulled her on top of him. Hard and ready again, he slid her down onto him until she gasped, stretched to the brink.
"Ride me," he commanded, gripping her hips. "Show me how much you want it."
Bella moaned, rocking her hips, the slow grind making both of them shudder. She bounced on him, breasts swaying, nails dragging across his chest. Pleasure consumed her.
Adrian's eyes burned as he watched her. "Look at you… bouncing on me like you were built for this. My perfect little addiction."
His words lit her on fire. She rode him harder, faster. Their moans tangled, sweat dripping, sheets twisting.
He thrust upward, slamming into her. She screamed as another climax ripped through her, shaking her apart.
Adrian's groan rumbled low as he sank deeper, spilling inside her with a growl that shook through his chest.
Spent, they collapsed together. Tangled in sheets. Drenched in sweat. Breathing ragged and uneven. Adrian pressed a soft kiss to her temple before exhaustion finally pulled him under.
Bella lay awake beside him, chest still heaving, her skin slick with sweat. The room smelled of sex and heat, the sheets damp beneath them.
She should have felt sated, satisfied, even happy. Instead, dread gnawed at her chest like teeth.
Her heart wouldn't settle. Chris's voice still echoed in her mind—his accusations, his pleading, and his desperate eyes. Don't act like you're spotless in this. You've been with Adrian, haven't you?
Her body had said yes to Adrian. More than once. But her heart?
The silence broke.
Adrian's phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then again.
Bella froze.
The calls kept coming. Four. Five. Six. Each ring slices through the night like a blade. Adrian didn't stir—exhaustion had swallowed him whole.
Then came the message.
The screen lit up, glowing in the dark. Bella's eyes flicked to it, instinctively, and the words glared at her like poison.
"Where are you? I'm waiting at your house. Don't tell me you're with her again. You don't love her. You never did. You only wanted to prove you could have her. She's not your queen, Adrian. She's a pawn, like all the rest."
Bella's blood turned to ice.
Her breath stilled, her heart hammering so loud she feared it would wake him.
Pawn.
The word cut her open, carving straight through bone and soul.
Her gaze slid to Adrian—sleeping calmly, his arm draped across her waist like she belonged to him. His lips, swollen from their kisses, still parted in a faint breath. His chest rose and fell, steady and calm, as if he hadn't shattered her world hours ago.
Hours ago, he had made her body sing. He had whispered her name as though it carried holiness. He had looked at her as if she were everything.
But now…
Was she his queen? Or another piece on his board?
Her chest tightened until breath came thin and shallow.
And in that moment, Bella realized the sweetest poison wasn't Chris. It was Adrian.