Page 48 of Nowhere to Run

“Fuuuuck!!” I screamed. It tore from my throat, raw and unrestrained, like I was going to break through the sound barrier. “Oh my fucking god, Adrian! I’m yours.” I cried out, feeling like I should be detained. A ravenous, wild beast had awakened inside me.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” he roared, his voice a deep, guttural rasp. His thrusts grew frantic, desperate. He pounded into me once more. One final, earth-shattering drive, as his whole body tensed, spilling his hot, scalding liquid deep inside my ass.

“Take it—all of it,” he ordered, holding my body tight against him as his release poured into me. His words sent a final shudder down my spine. He held me there, pinned beneath him, as our bodies convulsed together, locked in the aftershocks. His weight pressed me into the mattress while I gasped for air, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Finally he rolled onto his back, collapsing beside me. Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, his grip possessive and firm. I shook with the lingering tremors of pleasure, every nerve frayed, hypersensitive.

I pressed into his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, listening to the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat. For a moment, I let myself sink into it—the warmth, the quiet, the safety of his arms.

Then his voice came through, cutting through peace.

“You’re mine. All mine now,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. Rolling onto his side, he traced his fingers down my spine, sending a shiver through me. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and probing.

“I’ve claimed every part of your body. Your beautiful mouth, your sweet pussy. That hot ass.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse spiking. The words sent a deep, conflicting heat through me—humiliation, ownership. And something even darker tangled beneath it.

I wanted to look away, to escape the weight of his gaze, the raw intensity of his words. But his hand came up, firm yet gentle, holding my face in place, not letting me turn away. Not letting me hide.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You know I own you now.” His voice dipped lower, thick with possession. “No one else gets to touch what’s mine.”

I shut my eyes, too drained to think. He’d pushed me past limits I hadn’t known I had—physically, emotionally. A part of me recoiled, desperate to pretend none of this had happened. But another part… wanted more.

What’s happening to me?

He held me close, his lips brushing my forehead, his fingers gently sweping the hair from my face. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent. “You were amazing. My princess.”

The tenderness in his words made something inside me shift, soften despite myself. I searched his face, desperate to understand the man before me—this relentless, commanding force who was taking over my life.

“How did you get this way?” The question came out sharper than I’d intended, accusation laced in my voice. “If you wanted me so much, why didn’t you just ask me out? Treat me like a normal person?”

His head tipped back as a deep, unrestrained laugh broke free—a genuine sound I hadn’t heard before. For the first time, I saw a flicker of something human beneath the dominance. A glimpse of the man he kept hidden.

His fingers traced along the curve of my body, gliding up from my hips to my waist as he held my gaze. “I want to giveyou that too,” he murmured, his voice low but certain. “I want everything with you. But I needed you to see this side of me first. To know how much I need to dominate you. To control you.”

He paused, his eyes darkening, intensity simmering beneath the surface. “From the moment I saw you, something awoke in me—a beast I couldn’t contain.” His voice dropped lower, each word heavy with meaning. “I wouldn’t have been satisfied writing you love letters, holding your hand, making love to you softly.”

A low laugh escaped him, the sound cutting through the tension but did nothing to ease it. He took a slow breath, exhaling as he added, “That would never be enough for me. I had to own you. Completely.”

A knot formed in my throat, the weight of his words pressing into me. And yet… I was beginning to understand. The questions swirling in my mind were far from answered, but a strange clarity settled in my chest, comforting me slightly.

He slid out of bed, his movements unhurried, and returned with a damp towel. His touch was unexpectedly tender as he cleaned me, undoing the belt from my neck and placing it carefully on the nightstand.

“Thanks,” I said, smirking as the tension finally lightened just a bit. “What a gentleman.”

He winked, tossing the towel into the hamper. Standing beside the bed, his gaze softened, his demeanor shifting. He passed me the gift bag he’d brought—the same one the lingerie must have come from.

I reached in, unsure, my fingers brushing over the crisp tissue paper before pulling out a small velvet box.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, his voice low, carrying a hint of pride, as I opened the lid.

I blinked, caught off guard. “But… Valentine’s Day was weeks ago.”

His lips curved into a sly smirk. “I know. I wish I’d made you mine sooner. This will just have to do.”

Inside, a dazzling necklace sparkled in the dim light. A fine gold chain, studded with delicate diamonds, led to a rose-shaped pendant with a ruby at its center. It was exquisite, fragile yet bold. Delicate enough to wear every day, yet striking in its beauty.

I traced the pendant with my fingertips, studying it. Was it real gold, real jewels? Of course it was. It must have cost thousands.

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