Page 14 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

He kissed her like she belonged to him.

Like if she stopped him now, he might lose his damn mind.

And God help her, Sienna didn’t want him to stop.

He kissed her like he would burn the world down if she stopped him.

“Ah!” she cried out, but that’s when she pushed him off, her palms pressed against his solid chest as she pulled away. “Why are you biting?!” she hissed, her eyes wide with disbelief and accusation. “I need to get back to the party. How am I supposed to go out there with these bites all over me?”

Adrian’s dark eyes dropped to her neck. Faint red blotches and indents—his marks—were scattered across her delicate skin like a painting of possession. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking with restrained amusement. He tried not to smirk, but his eyes, dark and molten with prideful lust, betrayed him.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze back up to her, something feral gleaming behind his calm exterior. Then he cupped her face in his large hand, his grip firm, his touch commanding. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in closer, exposing his neck to her with a slight smirk. “Here,” he said in a low, rumbling voice. “You can bite me too.”

She scowled, but then, like something inside her snapped, she lunged at him, lips hot against his throat. She bit down sharply, not once but twice, her tongue slipping out to lick the spot before biting again, harder.

He hissed, a sharp breath escaping his throat, but the next moment, a rough groan followed, the pain quickly swallowed by pleasure. His arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against him as he let her have her way with his neck. His breath grew heavier, deeper, as he let her devour his neck like a kitten. But his control only stretched so far.

With a low growl, he finally lost patience.

He grabbed her waist, pulled her closer, and returned the favor—ruthlessly. His mouth was all over her, trailing kisses and sharp nips across her jaw and throat. One of his hands slid down her back, gripping her thigh, slowly inching her dress up, higher and higher, until his fingertips brushed her hips.

“Sienna?” Theo’s voice rang out from just outside.

5 Still In Love

She froze in Adrian’s arms, stiffening like a statue. Adrian stopped, lips just a breath away from her collarbone.

Her hand flew up to his mouth, palm pressing against it to stop him from kissing her again as he leaned in. But he tried anyway, his lips brushing against her palm as he attempted to kiss her neck once more. His eyes, burning with need, narrowed in frustration.

“Sienna? Are you alright?” Theo called again, probably standing outside the ladies’ restroom now, searching for her.

Her heart pounded as she tried to catch her breath. “Ye—” she began, about to answer when Adrian grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away from his mouth.

Even now, with her breathless and trembling in his arms, she dared to answer that bastard?

With a dark glare, Adrian crushed his lips against hers in a rough kiss, silencing her. His large hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, while the other arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her effortlessly off the ground. She dangled on her tiptoes as his mouth ravaged hers, tongue claiming every inch.

She gripped his arm for support, unable to keep herself upright under the weight of his hunger. He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, licking into her mouth like he owned her.

“Sienna, where are you?” Theo’s voice came again, louder this time.

But Adrian didn’t stop. His kiss grew hungrier, harsher. Sienna could barely breathe, let alone respond.

The footsteps outside faded, retreating, and then there was only silence.

Finally, he let her go. Her feet dropped back to the floor, her legs trembling, and her forehead collapsed against his chest. The only thing holding her up was Adrian’s arm still firm around her waist. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling against his.

An announcement echoed from outside, booming through the speakers: “The charity gala is about to begin. Dear guests, please take your seats.”

Sienna pulled away, her entire body trembling. Her skin still burned from his touch. Every inch of her felt singed with heat. She turned away from him, her cheeks flushed red as she fumbled through her purse.

She pulled out a compact mirror with shaky fingers and dabbed concealer over her neck, blindly trying to cover his marks in the dim light. Her lipstick was a mess—she reapplied it quickly, but her hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

“I need to go now,” she whispered, finally turning to face him. Her voice was steadier now. She had put herself back together—barely. “The event’s about to start.” She shoved her makeup back into her purse.

She tilted her head slightly, revealing her neck and collarbone. “Is it all covered up?” she asked, lips parted, eyes searching his.

Adrian’s eyes locked onto her lips. Hunger flared in them again. The way his dark gaze flicked to her throat made her regret asking. His hands clenched at his sides, jaw tense. Then, without warning, his thirsty lips parted, aching to taste her again and he quickly reached for her nape and leaned in.

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