Page 50 of His By Contract

The afternoon light shifted from bright gold to deep copper, painting new shadows across the floor. Georgia’s pulse quickened as she watched the sun’s descent. Dinner approached. Adrian would return. She would face him like this again: bare, honest, unafraid.

No more secrets between them. She didn’t want them anymore.

Evening shadows stretched across the dining room as Georgia sat at the polished table. Crystal glasses caught the intimate lighting, scattering amber reflections across white linen. The leather chair clung to her bare skin, each small movement drawing fresh awareness of how exposed she was.

The air changed before she heard him. Adrian’s shadow claimed the doorway, dominating the space in silence. His footsteps were silent on the marble floor, but Georgia felt each step like a physical touch. Heat bloomed across her skin as his eyes traced each curve and hollow, claiming her with a look that spoke of possession and hunger.

She lifted her eyes to meet his, pulse quickening at the intensity she found there. Something deeper than desire pulled at her core, urging her to lower her gaze. Not from shame—she was long past that—but from a primal need to submit to his silent authority.

Georgia lifted her fork with a steady hand, though her heart raced beneath her composed exterior.

Adrian finished first, but remained in his chair, watching her with dark satisfaction. His approval radiated across the space between them, settling warm and heavy on her skin. Need coiled tighter in her belly, yearning for more explicit signs of his control.

The whisper of fabric broke the silence as Adrian stood, adjusting his cuffs with methodical attention. His gaze held her captive, pinned her in place with its weight.

“You’ll come to my bedroom tonight.” His voice was low, matter-of-fact. “Be there by ten. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The command settled into her bones, absolute and undeniable. Georgia remained motionless as Adrian’s footsteps faded down the hallway. Only when silence reclaimed the room did she release her breath, muscles relaxing even as anticipation tightened low in her abdomen.

The day’s punishment had served its purpose, teaching its lesson. But Georgia didn’t feel diminished or broken. Instead, she felt seen, understood at a level that transcended words. Adrian had stripped away her defenses, yes, but only to reveal what she’d been hiding from herself.

Her decision formed with crystal clarity. She would go to him at ten, not because she had to, but because she chose to. Theneed for his dominance had become undeniable, essential as breathing. This wasn’t surrender; it was recognition of a truth that had always existed between them.

Georgia stood in the doorway of Adrian’s bedroom, her heart thundering against her ribs. Moonlight spilled through the windows, casting long shadows across dark wood furniture and rich textures. The space radiated masculine energy, controlled elegance in every detail, from the silk sheets to the subtle gold accents catching dim light.

Adrian faced the window, his broad shoulders outlined in silver. The soft click of his watch unclasping filled the silence. He set it on the dresser, followed by platinum cufflinks that caught the light as they dropped beside the watch.

When he turned, his eyes captured hers with predatory focus. The weight of his gaze pressed against her bare skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. She fought the urge to cover herself, to hide from the raw intensity of his attention.

His fingers worked up his sleeves with methodical purpose, rolling crisp white fabric to expose strong forearms.

“You pleased me today.” His voice rolled through her like warm honey, igniting something primal in her core. The praise settled deep, awakening a hunger for more, more approval, more of his control.

Adrian crossed the room. He stalked around her, his nearness crackling like static through her nerve endings. When he stopped before her, his hand lifted to trace her collarbone. “Youfollowed my command perfectly.” The words brushed against her ear as his hand slid down her arm, leaving fire in its wake. “Stayed naked, exposed, thinking of me with every breath.”

Georgia shivered under his touch, her skin hypersensitive after hours of exposure. His palm smoothed across her stomach, up her ribcage, brushing the underside of her breast, marking her with his heat. She trembled, fighting to keep still under his exploration.

“Look at me.” She raised her eyes to his, drowning in depths that promised both pleasure and possession. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she parted them on instinct, drawing a low sound of approval from his throat.

Georgia caught the slight tremor in his touch, a hairline crack in his control. His breath hitched, almost imperceptibly, but she felt the change ripple through him. For a heartbeat, raw need blazed in his eyes before he masked it.

Adrian’s thumb lingered a moment longer, pressing just enough to touch her tongue before he let his hand drift away. He exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing as his resolve solidified.

“Don’t move.” His voice carried a rougher edge than usual. “Don’t speak unless I give permission.”

Her pulse raced as his hands slid down her sides, his touch firm and deliberate. His fingers curved around her hips, gripping with a possessive, hungry hold. He pulled her closer, the heat of his palms pressing into her skin, anchoring her against him. She felt his breath on her neck and her body responded instinctively, arching toward him, craving more.

She bit back a whimper as his fingers traced patterns on her skin, each touch stoking the fire building inside her. Standing still became sweet agony as his exploration continued, a deliberate and thorough investigation of her body’s reactions.

His palms smoothed over her bottom, and she caught another break in his rhythm, his touch lingering longer than necessary, betraying how her willing submission affected him. The knowledge sent a thrill through her core. Even in her surrender, she held a kind of power.

“Good girl.” His praise washed over her like warm silk. “You’ve learned to yield so beautifully.” His fingers traced up her spine, and she fought to keep her breathing steady. “Your obedience pleases me more than you know.”

He moved away, and she heard a drawer open. When he returned, metal clinked softly as he fastened a bracelet around her wrist. The weight of it settled against her pulse point, intimate as a kiss.

“Look.”

Georgia glanced down at the bracelet: sleek, gold, designed to withstand anything. Tiny diamonds caught the moonlight, delicate yet unbreakable.

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