Page 63 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Her answer was a whimper, helpless and trembling. Another slap followed. Then another. Each one harder, each one blazing against her skin. Her thighs trembled.

“Only my name,” he said lowly, kissing the shell of her ear. “Only my hands. Only my voice. Your whole world is mine, do you hear me?”

She nodded rapidly, her breath caught in her throat, hands gripping the edge of the sink like an anchor.

He tilted her chin up, brushing her swollen lower lip with his thumb. “You think about him again,” he whispered, his voice dangerous and sweet like poison, “and I’ll punish you until you can’t even sit without remembering me.”

Her breath hitched, a moan curling from her lips at the sheer command in his tone.

Adrian sank to his knees in front of her, hands dragging slowly down her thighs, pausing to press kisses along the insides. His lips were soft—too soft—before his tongue darted out, licking over the red imprint of his palm on her skin.

She gasped. “Adrian…”

He growled against her, the vibration humming against her thigh. In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers under her panties and slid them down her legs, letting them fall to her ankles.

The cool air brushed against her heat.

Then his mouth replaced it.

Hot. Wet. Unrelenting.

Her hands flew to the sink behind her, fingers slipping on porcelain as her knees gave way.

Adrian didn’t stop. He devoured her like a man starving, like nothing else existed but the taste of her. And as her head tipped back and the moans fell from her lips.

His tongue moved—slow strokes at first, teasing, then faster, deeper, tasting her like he hadn’t eaten in days. The wet sounds of his mouth against her echoed through the cramped washroom, mixing with her breathy, broken moans that bounced off the tiled walls.

“God… Adrian—” she cried, her voice cracking as her knees buckled beneath her.

He groaned low, the sound vibrating against her core, sending shivers up her spine. Her hips jerked involuntarily, her head falling back to thud gently against the mirror. The cool glass contrasted the fire raging under her skin.

“Ahhh…,” she gasped, breath fogging up the mirror behind her as the tension in her body coiled tighter.

One of his hands pressed flat against her stomach, fingers splayed wide as he steadied her. His palm was warm, grounding her just enough to keep her from flying apart completely. Each gasp that left her lips came softer, more broken than the last, her entire frame quaking from the relentless rhythm of his tongue.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet, glistening with proof of her unraveling. His eyes flicked up to her, dark and unreadable, like something primal had taken over. Still on his knees, he panted against her thigh, his breath hot and uneven, chest heaving as if he’d run miles to reach her.

Then he began his slow ascent, kissing the inside of her trembling thigh, tracing the dip of her hipbone, brushing his lips over her sensitive skin like worship. At her navel, his tongue flicked, then circled, drawing a sharp, helpless sound from her throat.

He growled low, pressing another open-mouthed kiss there, his grip on her waist tightening.

“You forget every name but mine,” he murmured, dragging his tongue up her stomach to the underside of her ribs. “You moan for me. You fall apart for me. Only me.”

She tried to speak—tried to say anything—but all that escaped was a ragged whimper, lost in the haze of heat between them.

Adrian rose in one fluid motion, towering over her now. He slid his hands under her thighs, lifting her onto the edge of the sink again, the cold porcelain biting into the back of her skin. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him, the heat, the pressure.

His desire burned off him like wildfire, the scent of sweat and lust clinging to his skin.

His gaze locked with hers, searing and possessive. “I’m going to ruin you, Sienna,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Right here. Right now.”

She couldn’t respond—there was no air left to breathe, no thought left in her spinning head.

Adrian stepped back just enough to shove down his pants, the rustle of fabric hitting the tiled floor barely registering over the thunder of her heartbeat. He gripped her thighs again, dragged her to the edge of the counter, and lined himself up without hesitation.

With one hard thrust, he entered her fully, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as her body took him in, hot and tight and perfect.

Sienna’s back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. The stretch was sudden, intense, and perfect. He didn’t give her time to adjust, his hips snapping forward again—faster, harder, each movement punching the air from her lungs.

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