Page 32 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy. She tried to speak, but only a soft sound slipped out. Then, weakly, she nodded.

That was all it took.

Adrian grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over like she weighed nothing. Her gasp was swallowed by the mattress as he dragged her to her knees, her cheek pressed against the sheets, back arched, ass up.

She barely had a second to catch her breath.

He thrust into her from behind in one brutal stroke.

She cried out, her hands clawing at the sheets. The stretch burned, overwhelming her all over again. But she didn't ask him to stop. She wanted this. Wantedhim, even when he was rough, even when it hurt.

Especially then.

Adrian's fingers gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her again and again, each thrust deeper, harder, rawer than the last. His rhythm was merciless, punishing. Every inch of her was his, every sound she made only pushed him further.

He yanked her hair back, forcing her upper body off the bed, making her arch against his chest. One hand clamped around her throat, not enough to cut her air, but just enough to remind her who she belonged to.

He fucked her deeper like that, bent over her, his growls and her gasps tangled in the air like a storm. Her walls clenched around him, pulsing with another orgasm building too fast, too strong.

And then it hit.

She shattered again with a scream, her whole body tightening and convulsing around him. He didn’t stop. He chased his own release through the quake of hers, teeth gritted, body trembling with restraint.

Finally, with one deep, brutal thrust—he came with a guttural groan, spilling inside her, thick and hot. His grip didn’t loosen. He held her there, impaled on his thick rod, while his body pulsed and shuddered against hers.

They stayed that way for a moment.

Breathing ragged.

Bodies soaked in sweat.

Her skin was flushed, marked, damp. His chest pressed to her back, heart pounding like a war drum. He could still feel her twitching around him.

Adrian exhaled sharply against her neck, dragging his lips along her skin.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he whispered, voice rough and raw.

Sienna couldn’t answer. Her voice was gone. But her fingers curled over his forearm where he still held her throat, and she leaned back into him.

10 Manipulate

Later that night, Adrian lay propped up on one elbow, eyes fixed on the woman sleeping beside him.

Sienna. In his bed. In his arms. Again.

Her face was turned toward him, her breathing soft and steady. His hand hovered near her cheek, afraid that if he touched her, she’d vanish like a dream.

His chest hurt. Not the kind of pain he was used to—this was something deeper. It felt like coming home after being lost for too long.

He didn’t sleep. Couldn’t.

He reached out, fingers gently brushing her curls away from her face, tracing her cheek with a touch full of longing.

But then, a thought crept into his mind.

‘There were no marks on her body. No redness. No signs of intimacy. It felt like she hadn’t been with anyone in a long time.’

His brows drew together, shadows flickering across his face.

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