Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Adam

Listen to Pretty Please

by Dua Lipa

I watched her face carefully for any type of horror, resentment, or fear. But I only saw the flicker of shock replaced by a raw need that had her sweet body tightening.

With arousal.

Relief loosened my muscles. I leaned casually against the wall while I enjoyed her struggle with societal restrictions before allowing herself to give in. To me.

Only to me.

Because after tonight, I was fucking done with pretending or backing off. Landon belonged to me. She was made for me; my twin soul of beauty and darkness, and I refused to let her run. It was all over now. This time, if she spooked, I’d track her down, destroy anyone or anything that separated us, and claim her. I swore I’d be her greatest protection and biggest fear. Life was brutal and I’d learned early there was a dual reality one needed to make peace with in order to flourish. Pain and pleasure. Ugliness and beauty. Hatred and love. Fulfill all and the world balanced, cracking open to reveal the best and worst of us.

It was time I taught Landon my world.

I swept my gaze over her gorgeous curves, memorizing each expression flickering across her face. Her teeth reached for her lower lip. Her head tilted slightly, staring back as if wondering if I’d really given her such a command, and wondering if she’d really obey.

It was a yes to both. My scarred soul sang.

“I won’t ask again. Get on all fours and crawl. To me.”

She swallowed. Eyed me cautiously. And then in a glorious surrender that made me want to get on my own knees to worship her, she dropped to the dirty floor. Placing both palms flat, she spread her knees wide, tossed her head back, and glared. Refusing to bow, she took my order and twisted it to her own satisfaction. She crawled to me, inch by inch, holding my stare, that glorious hair spilling around her, heavy breasts swaying, cleavage on full display from her low-cut shirt.

My cock hardened painfully. My fingers itched to rip her clothes off, touch her everywhere and fuck her so hard, she’d barely be able to walk. I needed to ruin her so she’d never doubt I was the one who gave her everything she needed.

It took all my strength to keep my position and just watch. But I knew she needed something, so I reached down and stroked my erection, showing her how bad I wanted her.

She practically purred like a lioness when she reached my bare feet. Sitting back on her knees, she regarded me under thick lashes, swiping her tongue over her bitten lower lip. “Do I call you Sir? Lord and Master? Are we playing Fifty Shades or Nine and a Half Weeks?”

I loved her mouthiness and attitude. I could never be with someone too subservient, because half the fun of a woman surrendering was the trust and care needed to soothe her; the work and effort needed to command properly, until she offered all of herself, naked and vulnerable, like a beautiful sacrifice. All the women before her had been for one single purpose.

To lead me to Landon.

“What a good girl you are,” I crooned, lowering my hand to grasp her hair. I stroked and pet, then gathered the silky strands loosely in my fist. “This is no book or movie. This is me and you, making our own rules. But if you let me, I promise to satisfy every fantasy you ever had—all the ones you refused to tell. All the ones you refused to admit existed.”

“That’s a tall order, music man. Sure you can handle me?”

I yanked her head back, fiercely relishing the dilation of her pupils and the way her breath sped up. Yes, she liked a bite of pain. Liked to be dominated. “Let’s see, shall we?”

I pulled her up from her knees. She tried to back up, challenging, but with one swift move, I pinned her against the wall. Kicking her legs apart, I stood between her spread thighs, never breaking my grip. She let out a growl, bucking and twisting to get free. I laughed, knowing it was a game we both loved. We both knew I’d never let her escape. “Maybe my fantasy is to bring you to your knees,” she retorted. “To strip you naked and force you to service all my needs. Be my sub. Be my slave. Be my boy toy. What would you say?”

Holding her still, I slammed my mouth over hers. The kiss was punishing, bruising, and so hot I almost came in my pants as I drowned in the sweet, spicy taste of her, my tongue plunging deep and taking over until she was moaning and digging her nails into shoulders. I bit that pouty lower lip, sucking it hard, not allowing her do anything but accept everything I gave her.

And God she did, and even gave me more, and I knew Landon had ruined me for anyone else.

When I ripped my lips from hers, she stared at me, half-drunk with arousal. Very gently, I released her hair. Stroked her cheek. Pressed a tender, light kiss on her mouth.

“I’ve been on my knees since the moment I met you, princess. Don’t you know I’m already your servant? Your worshipper? Your King to your Queen? I will do anything for you.” My voice shook with ferocity. “I will do everything for you.”

A sob broke from her throat. Her eyes misted and then she was reaching for me, melting, surrendering from within. “Adam.” My name was a symphony and a prayer I never wanted to stop listening to.

“I’m going to fuck you now. All night long.”

I dipped down and swept her into my arms. Lying her on the bed, I stripped her until she lay naked, spread for my pleasure, hair spilling over the white pillow. I took off my clothes and joined her on the bed.

And then I feasted.

There was not an inch of her skin I didn’t lick, suck, or bite. Starting from her ankles, up her legs, across her stomach, I let my hands explore and caress. I found all her sensitive parts—the underside of her knee, the indentation of her hip, her sweet, tight nipples, the fleshy part where neck met shoulder. I listened to her moans and sighs, waiting to hear every hitch of her breath and what made her shudder. I used my teeth to scrape the inside of her thighs, holding her open for me to play with her pussy. Ignoring her screams to make her come, and the punishing pain against my shoulders from her ripping nails, I never increased my pace as I tongued her clit, flicking light, refusing to increase the pressure. I found when I brushed my lips against the throbbing bud with a barely there touch, her heels ground into the mattress and she let out a wail that made me feel like a God.

Then I let her come.

As she came down from the first high, I curled my fingers and plunged into her tight, dripping channel. Burying my face in her pussy, I sucked hard on her sensitive clit and found the sweet spot, forcing her into another orgasm.

Addicted to her taste, frantic to wring her body with endless pleasure, I dragged her to the end of the bed, donned a condom, and finally thrust in hard.

“Adam! Oh, God!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”

She moaned long and low. Straightening her legs and pulling them over my bruised shoulders, I fucked her hard, losing myself in every sensation. My balls tightened and her pussy squeezed my cock, pushing me to the edge, but I knew she had a few more left. And damned if she wasn’t going to get them.

As I fucked her, my fingers went back to her clit, and I began to rub her with my thumb, in soft, firm circles. She arched against me, begging, but I refused, ruthlessly keeping her from falling over. Her body tried to twist but I held her firmly, watching her face as she sobbed my name, fighting to take over.

Then I pinched her clit hard, holding, holding. Ignored her low hiss of pain and weak struggles to move away.

And let go.

She came again, and I let myself go, pounding into her sweet body over and over until the release exploded through me in violent waves. I threw my head back and held on, shuddering under the brutal pleasure.

Barely able to move, I pulled out and disposed of the condom, then pulled her against me. Strands of hair clung damply to her cheeks. Sweat cooled on her skin. She was still shuddering as mini convulsions gripped her. “You okay?” I whispered.

“That was so much better than Fifty, Nine and Half, or any porn I ever watched.”

I started to laugh, pressing a kiss to her head as she snuggled into my arms like she belonged there. “I’m glad I could serve, princess.”

She tried to hit me but her arm fell flat. “I think I hurt you.”

“My shoulders? Yeah. But I like a bit of pain, too.”

She peered at me from under her lashes, then cupped my cheek. “Not the wrong pain. Never again.”

I stilled at the fierceness in her tone. Watching her, I waited to see what she would do next.

Even more important?

I wondered what I’d do. Because Landon had finally seen all my scars.