Page 51 of Hello Kitten
“Going one round with you is a tease,” he hisses before biting the strap of my lingerie and tugging it from my skin, sliding down my arm to reveal my breast. “Your existence is a fucking distraction.”
“Adrian,” I moan.
“So, I’m going to fuck you right here. We’ll have dinner, then I’m going to fuck you again. I’ll take every hole until you tell me it’s mine,” he promises as he lifts my arms to kiss down my body. “And make sure that you remember it every single time I see you.”
Before I can argue or say otherwise, he drops to his knees andripsmy lingerie over my pussy. He rips it again until he has full access to me.
He groans and runs his finger over my slit, teasing me with almost touches until I’m rocking against him. When he spreads my pussy, he shakes his head. “So damn pretty.”
“Please, sir,” I whine. “Please!”
“What a good girl begging for me,” he whispers against my skin.
Adrian’s tongue flits over my clit, and I know exactly why I’m spending the night. I’m not going to be in any shape to think, drive, or do anything but sleep by the time he’s done with me. His tongue swirls around my clit, and he sucks as I feel something inside me cave.
He’s going to ruin any other sleep over I’ve had and make sure that no man can compare to everything he can offer me.
twenty-three
Despite his playing, Adrian doesn’t let me come. Right when I’m on the edge for thethirdtime, he stands up, kisses me, and sighs. “I wait any longer and we’ll have to order food.”
“But!” I complain loudly. “I was—”
“After dinner, I’ll take care of you, kitten,” he promises. “I’ve never left you disappointed, have I?”
My eyes narrow as I huff. “There’s a first time for everything apparently.”
He arches one perfect eyebrow, then shoves his fingers inside me. “When your food is burnt, remember what you asked for.”
He pumps roughly. My legs shake, tightening around his arm as he drives me to the edge. Harsh and without remorse, as a punishment for not listening.
As a scream threatens to fall, he leans closer, biting my bottom lip to shut me up and drags me into a kiss that’s as intense and demanding as his fingers are. My hips rock against him until I grab at his shirt despite my wrists still being bound.
I bite his chest when I come, digging my teeth in to quiet my yell like we’ll get caught if I don’t. Adrian groans and taps my g-spot through my orgasm, dragging it out until my legs are about to give out.
When he draws his hand back, he licks his fingers with a grin plastered on his face.
Holding up my wrists, I pant. “Release me?”
“I would have, but now I need to take care of our food,” he taunts, taking his time to plate everything. I lift the belt to my lips to try and free myself, but Adrian frees me and kisses me gently. “No hurting your teeth. You have a full meal to eat.”
We have dinner, talk about school, then, when he refills my glass, he holds up a finger. I shrug, take a sip and wait for him to return. He brings over his laptop and pulls up a video of a fireplace. I laugh and shake my head.
“Really?”
“You were very specific about a fireplace,” he teases.
“And you made me a steak, salad, and shrimp just to prove you can cook?” I tease back.
He rests his chin on the back of his hand. “You’re twenty and clearly haven’t had anyone create high standards for you. I aim to change that.”
“Ah, just proving a point to one up the frat boys,” I joke whilerubbing my foot against his.
He rolls his eyes, then runs his fingers over the back of my hand. “You’re a rare woman, Emily. Someone who knows what they want and takes it. You’ve spat in the face of what your parents want and expect to pursue your own path, but you’re still submissive once you’reconvincedto be.”
“So, a brat?” I laugh.
“You are, but you use it well,” he says.
