Page 45 of My Bloody Valentine

A dark smile twists his lips, and he tightens his grip, cutting off my air supply for a few seconds before releasing me. The rush of oxygen to my lungs makes my head spin, and the pleasure becomes almost overwhelming.

“Good girl,” he praises, his fingers tracing the marks on my neck left by his hand. “I’ll give you what you crave, but first, I want to hear you beg.”

I swallow, my throat dry and my voice thick with desire. “Please, Adrian. I’m begging you to fuck me hard while your hand is wrapped around my throat. I need it so badly.”

Adrian’s gaze darkens with desire as he lifts me off him. I gasp as he flips me onto my hands and knees. His arm snakes around my throat, tightening just enough to restrict my airway and force my back to arch toward him. I gasp, the sudden pressure on my neck sending a bolt of excitement through me.

“You’re trembling, little critic,” he growls, his hot breath against my ear. “Such a good girl, letting me pin you down, my cock driving into you. I see how much you love it when I take control and show you what it means to be truly fucked.”

I can’t speak, but I nod, my body burning with need. I feel his thick cock press against my entrance, and then, with one forceful thrust, he slams into me.

The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure tearing through my body like a hurricane. Adrian grips my throat tighter, cutting off my air supply as he begins to move. Each powerful thrust rocks my body, sending stars bursting behind my eyelids.

I’ve never been fucked like this—so violently, so roughly. It’s as if he’s marking his territory, and I can’t help but relinquish control. My body is on fire, every nerve ending ignited.

Adrian’s grip on my throat loosens slightly, allowing me to catch my breath. But the moment I start to pant, he tightens his hold again, depriving me of oxygen. It’s a delicate balance of pleasure and pain, of wanting to struggle and needing to submit.

“There you go, baby,” he grunts. “Feel how perfectly my cock fills you up. This is what you’ve been aching for, this loss of control.”

His words fuel the inferno inside me. I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm more powerful than any I’ve ever experienced. My body bucks against his, my movements becoming frantic.

“Please, Adrian,” I gasp. “I’m close. So close.”

His hand tightens on my throat, and he slams into me with relentless force. “Surrender to me,” he demands. “Show me howbeautifully you shatter with my cock deep in your tight little cunt.”

And then, like a dam bursting, the orgasm hits me with such intensity that it takes my breath away. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and my vision goes black. It’s the most incredible release I’ve ever felt, my body shaking uncontrollably as I surrender to the pleasure.

Adrian’s grip on my throat loosens. I can feel his cock still twitching inside me, but everything starts to fade as my consciousness slips away. I try to stay awake, wanting to savor this moment, but the powerful orgasm has taken its toll, and I slip into darkness.

20

ADRIAN

Isit in the corner booth of Cafe Luna, watching the steam rise from my paper coffee cup while scrolling through emails on my phone. The early morning crowd bustles around me, oblivious to my presence.

A message from Gabe lights up my screen.

I’m at your shop. We need to talk.

I grab Maya’s coffee, then stride through Chicago’s brisk morning air. The sun barely peeks between skyscrapers as I travel back to the boutique.

Gabe leans against the front window, hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes narrow when he spots me approaching.

“How’s your little project going?” He pushes off the wall, stepping beside me as I unlock the door.

“She’s adjusting.” I lead us inside, flipping on the lights. The display cases gleam, rows of artfully crafted truffles catching the glow.

“Is she still...” Gabe trails off, then clears his throat. “You know.”

“Breathing?” I set the coffee cups down. “Of course.”

His gaze fixes on the second cup. “Ah. I see. She must be upstairs then.”

“She enjoys her morning coffee.” I begin arranging trays for the day’s service. “Maya’s proving to be exactly what I hoped.”

“Adrian.” Gabe’s voice carries a warning. “Remember what we discussed. Don’t get attached.”

I pause, letting my fingers trail along the top of the silver tray. “Too late for that. She understands me in ways no one else can.”

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