Page 19 of You're Mine Now

He collapsed onto the pillow beside me, his chest heaving. Reaching for my hand, he pulled it toward him, drawing me across his body until I was curled up beside him. He bent his head, his fingers brushing my chin as he lifted my face to his, his gaze locking onto mine.

“You,” he rumbled, “are the most perfect thing I have ever encountered. I’m never letting you get away.”

He pulled me in tighter, his fingers tangling through my hair. He breathed me in, taking in my scent, and I did the same—a faint hint of soap and pine, clean but rugged.

My mind raced with questions, but I couldn’t find the words. What could I possibly say to him? In that moment, I wanted to stay—wanted to linger in his arms, basking in the afterglow of that intense, all-consuming orgasm. But could I endure the brutality—the sheer force of his raw, unfiltered dominance?

Part of me already craved more, my mind shamefully conjuring visions of the next time I’d find myself under his control. Yet another part—the rational, self-preserving part—screamed at me to run. To leave and never look back. When I walked out of here, it had to be over. I’d get a fucking restraining order if I had to.

I sighed, the weight of it all pressing on me. My mind felt as stretched to its limits as my body had been. I couldn’t reconcile the war waging inside me. The betrayal of my body’s desire clashed with my desperate need to escape.

His voice came low in my ear, smooth and dangerous. “You better not be thinking about getting rid of me,” he warned. “You’re mine now. There’s nothing you can do to keep me away.”

A shiver ran through me, locking me in place as the weight of his words sank in. My mind flashed to the date I had planned tomorrow with Ryan. What would he think of the message Adrian had sent, posing as me? Where would we stand now?

I looked up at Adrian. That godly face, as handsome as it was terrifying. His steely blue eyes bore into mine, searching. How could he be so sure about me? So obsessed since that first day we locked eyes? It was suffocating yet thrilling.

And his lips. Full and shapely. Too beautiful for someone so cruel.

Would I get to feel them on me soon? On my lips… in other places?

As if reading my mind, he reached for me—one hand tangling in my hair, the other brushing my jaw. His gaze burned with a smoldering mix of possession and something almost… tender.

“I was saving the best for last,” he murmured, leaning in, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, devouring me. Electricity surged through me as his kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth, claiming every part of me.

His fingers traced down my stomach, reaching my thighs, spreading me open.

“I need to taste you,” he growled, trailing kisses lower until he settled between my legs. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers slipping inside me. “Like a flower in bloom.”

His warm mouth met my clit, and my back arched instinctively as his tongue circled me, flicking my clit with expert precision. His fingers plunged in and out of my pussy while his tongue worked me with an unrelenting intensity that left me breathless.

I was so close, the intensity of everything we’d done fresh in my mind, the thought of his hot release spilling into my mouth pushing me over the edge. My thighs clenched around him as I came, the sensation shuddering through me, leaving me gasping for air.

“Oh fuck, Adrian!” I cried out, unrestrained, my voice echoing in the charged air between us. This time, I didn’t hold back—I wanted him to know exactly what he did to me.

Before I could recover, he flipped me over effortlessly, spreading my ass cheeks apart. His tongue began to explore, teasing and flicking against a place I’d never even been touched before. My body jolted at the unfamiliar sensation, pleasure rippling through me even as embarrassment burned in my chest.

“Not there,” I mumbled, my voice shaky.

But he didn’t stop. His tongue worked me slowly, deliberately, sending unfamiliar waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Yes,” he hissed, his voice rough. “I own you. And this ass is mine to do whatever I want with.”

He pulled back for a moment, letting his finger circle my asshole, pushing it in slowly. He moaned, mesmerized as he watched it slide in and out.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softening. “Like a perfect pink rosebud.”

I buried my head into the pillow, torn between shame and the undeniable pull of desire.

“Get used to it, baby,” he whispered against me. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking this ass forever. Next time, it won’t be my finger—it’ll be my cock, deep inside of you.”

He exhaled slowly. “You won’t be able to take all of me… not at first. But I’ll love watching you try for me, princess.”

His promise sent a shiver through me, a tremor that began deep in my core, spreading through every inch of my skin. It wasn’t just the words—it was the weight behind them. The dark, magnetic force in his voice wrapped around me, stirring something primal I didn’t know existed. A thrill edged with a deep, pulsing fear, a fear that both terrified and excited me all at once. He meant every word. I could feel it in the heat of his gaze, the steady pressure of his presence, commanding and unyielding.

I was at a crossroads, the decision hanging in the air between us like a breath held too long. Would I surrender, come back for more of his intoxicating pull? Would I allow him to take me in every filthy, unapologetic way he wanted? Or, could I walk away, shut the door on this, and hold on to the last pieces of control I had? A sharp pang of uncertainty gripped me. Would he truly let me go, or would he be as relentless as he was today, not takingno for an answer, pushing my limits in ways that both terrified and thrilled me?

We fell asleep side by side, his arm draped possessively over my waist. His steady, deep breathing soothed me, and for the first time in weeks, I slept deeply.

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