Page 17 of Embracing the Dark Side

What if Adrik never found out?

It was a life-altering thought. “I—” The words died on her lips. She didn’t know what to do. What if telling him would destroy this? He trusted her. He was vulnerable in her presence. Would he ever be so blatant with his affection again if he knew what she had done? “Gil hates me,” she revealed, with a bland smile, disappointment tight in her chest.

Adrik barely paid attention, touching her everywhere. “He’s protective. Once he sees what I see, he’ll let it go.”

A sweet, eager smile stretched her lips. “What do you see?”

Adrik kissed her once. “Perfection.” He took her lips with his again before he bent down, gripped the back of her thighs, and lifted her, forcing her legs around his waist. She sank into him like quicksand, her thoughts dissolving, and her desire for one more kiss—one more touch—knocking down her resolve. Her dress did the only thing it could do; it rose past her hips. When he set her down on the counter, he pulled back to take a glance at what kind of panties she wore. To his delight,they were black lace. He hadn’t been ready for it. He had simply wanted to make out with her and play with her, but now, being able to access the most intimate part of her, he lost all his drive to make this quick.

Adrik kneeled on the floor between her legs. He kissed her knees, her bare inner thighs. She tried to close her legs and cover her apex with her hands, but he batted her away, biting her fat. She hissed but surrendered and bit her lip. “Adrik,” she moaned.

“Just a taste,” he promised.

“We have to get back.”

He knew she was right. This was his party; he would be missed, but the only present he wanted was within his reach. Didn’t he deserve to at least see it?

“We need to go.” She wiggled in a desperate attempt to close her legs. Her lack of self-esteem was trying to stop this, but nothing in the world would keep him from what he was thinking.

“It’s my birthday,” Adrik reminded her. “What present do you have for me?” He pressed his nose against her pussy. Her panties were wet, and it only fueled him. He bit it, making her gasp. “Show me,” he demanded. She tried to give him another excuse, but he bit her pussy again. “Show me.”

Her excitement was evident by her heaving chest, panting as she did nothing but sit there imagining what he could do to her. Jolie lowered her quivering hand and pulled her panties to the side.

Adrik was full of pride at how well she obeyed. “Good girl,” he praised. Her shyness, her hesitation, was devoured by such a statement. She wanted to impress him, to see how brave she could be. He licked her once, a taste that sent his cock into overdrive. Jolie’s legs automaticallywidened. Putting her feet up on the counter, she pulled her panties further out of the way. He licked her like licking an envelope, a long, thick pull from the bottom to the top, and she bucked against him. He claimed her hips to keep her still. He couldn’t risk getting any juices on his suit.

“Please,” she begged, leaning back awkwardly. She had no space to lie down, so her body formed like the letterC.

Knowing their time was limited, Adrik wasted none of it. He concentrated on her clit, starting off slowly before increasing the circles. He wagged his tongue over her with a brutal pace, getting her all over his face. She was soaking wet, and he drowned in her. He wanted her to grab his head, to push him harder against her, but she kept her hand to her side, clenching the edge of the counter.

It was the shortest pussy-eating session he’d ever done. She came in five minutes, with a groan and curse, slapping the counter as her body stiffened and quivered. Jolie squeezed her legs tight, forcing him out as she rolled off to get her feet on the floor.

Adrik took out his pocket square and cleaned up his face as he watched her hanging over the counter, simply trying to catch her breath. Coming up behind her, he pressed his erection against her ass cheeks, and to his delight, she pushed her body into his. Now she was the one begging. “No time, baby.” He pulled her up, and she leaned back against his chest, her head on his shoulder. He balled up the napkin and tucked it in between her breasts, deep in the cavern. “Tell me,” Adrik nudged her ear. “Did he eat your pussy?”

Jolie knew Adrik would want to talk about Vincent’s appearance, but she was still rolling in ecstasy. “I didn’t feel anything, seeing him again.”

Adrik smirked, nuzzling her skin. “I didn’t believe you did.” Adrik gripped her jaw, forcing her to tilt her head so she could see his eyes. “You think I’m jealous?”

“Maybe.”

His tongue teased the skin of her neck. “Do you want me to be?”

A smile drifted on her lips. “Maybe.”

His hands slid up her body till his thumbs were grazing the tight nipples beneath her dress. “If I were jealous, you’d be tied to my bed, and he’d be dead.”

She stiffened in his arms, and he knew he had said the wrong thing. Adrik sighed as Jolie slipped out of his arms. Their intimate moment was brutally over. “We should get back.”

Adrik watched her fix her dress as he shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t going to make excuses for his life. This was something she was going to have to understand. He did kill people. That’s just the way it was.

Jolie went for the door but stalled and turned to him. “I didn’t like how you gripped Katia by her face.”

Adrik clenched his cheek muscles, trying to think of a way to discuss this without him looking like an ass. “She threatened my daughter.”

“I don’t care. You don’t hurt women.”

“Katia is not a woman to me anymore. She’s an enemy.”

“Do I need to be worried about you hitting me one day?”

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