Adrian's Wrath (11 page)

“Hey, where are you going, pretty girl?”

“What?” That lone word was pitched low but she knew he heard her nonetheless.

“I know you aren’t just going to leave me. Not when we have only just gotten started.” A sexy grin spread across his face and he held up another square foil packet.

“You come prepared, don’t you?” She was only teasing, but a sheepish look crossed his face and he suddenly became uncomfortable. “I’m just teasing.”

He ran his hand over the back of his neck and brought his gaze back to hers. “Brea—”

She leaped toward him, throwing caution to the wind and going after what she wanted. Adrian. “Stop talking and kiss me.” He didn’t disappoint. Their mouths meshed together and his rough groan had her pussy clenching. He was still hard against her belly, and she spread her legs, loving how the thick length pressed between her cleft. She had never been so forward with what she wanted, especially not sexually. The times she had initiated anything with Cameron were when he ordered her to do it. There was no humiliation here, not with Adrian, not with his gentle caresses and softly murmured praises.

Bodies moving suggestively together, he gripped the back of her thighs, right where the crease of her ass was, and pulled her on top of him. This was all so new to her, but she wanted this first time of freedom to be experienced with him. His cock pressed between them, the stiff length moving along her belly all hot and velvet over steel. His hands stayed on her ass, gripping the flesh, squeezing the globes as if he couldn’t get enough. He must feel exactly how she did.

“Straddle me, baby.” Spreading her legs so that one was on each side of his waist, she gasped when he adjusted his shaft and his erection pressed against her sensitive pussy. The root of his cock rubbed against her clit as he slowly started lifting his hips. Their kiss didn’t break as he used his hold on her ass to rub her pussy along his length. There was no penetration but she could have easily gotten off from the sensuous glide of his length along her cleft. His movements brought her closer and closer to another orgasm she hadn’t thought she would be able to have so soon.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moved her faster over him while his hips kept rhythm. She was slick, so damn wet that she could feel it coat her inner thighs.

“Adrian.” His name was a low moan from her as her climax claimed her, taking her away and having her whole body igniting with pleasure. “That’s it. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”

His erotic words had another series of tremors wracking her. Burying her head in his neck, she gasped from the intensity of it. It was all so good.

“Put the condom on me, baby.” His words were muffled by her hair, but Brea lifted her head and saw the foil packet in Adrian’s hand. He looked at her like he was starving for her. Although she had never done something that seemed so sensual, she definitely wanted to. Taking it from him, she tore it open and sat up. When she looked down at the thick, long flesh lying against his rippled abdomen, past his belly button, her mouth went dry. He had been inside of her. His impressive cock had been buried in her body, filling her, stretching her. She wanted that again.

Adrian gripped his shaft and held it for her. When she rolled the latex over his big penis, his body tensed and his breathing became fast and uneven. “I can’t take any more, pretty girl. I need to be in you. Take my cock and feed it inside of you.” His voice was so low, so rough that it had her vagina clenching, hard.
This is me taking control.

She wrapped her hand around his erection, her heart beating fast when her thumb and middle finger couldn’t touch. Rising up, she placed the tip at the entrance of her body and started to lower herself. Adrian’s expression was almost pained as he watched her through slitted lids. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his girth and couldn’t help biting her lip to stop from moaning.

“Don’t hold it in. Don’t. I want to hear you so fucking bad.” Her body met his as she sank completely down on him. Their mutual groan filled the room. The feeling was intense and all encompassing. She placed her hands on his chest, bracing herself as she rose above him, his shaft sliding through her folds and causing the most torturous of pleasures.

The feel of his hands on her hips, gripping the flesh so tightly she felt completely possessed by him, had her growing bolder. When she slid back down his length she pressed her body harder against his, causing the very tip of him to hit the back of her. They both gasped at the feeling of him bottoming out in her. As if she couldn’t bear to hold her eyes open any longer, Brea let them close and started rising and falling on his stiff cock. She was so wet, so incredibly soaked that there was no resistance as he slid in and out of her.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Take all of me.” Neck straining as he tilted his head back, Adrian looked like a man about to lose control. She wanted to be that woman that caused such a virile and powerful man to lose it.

Moving up and down on him harder and faster, she felt her clit hit the root of his shaft with every downstroke, felt herself climbing the ladder of arousal as everything around her started to turn black with her impending orgasm. “Oh…God…Yes.” The force of her climax had her slamming her pussy along his cock, riding out the storm that was crashing inside of her. She was vaguely aware of the grunts and growls emitting from Adrian, felt his fingers dig into her flesh harder, and then felt his shaft swell and lengthen inside of her with his own orgasm.

“Jesus, Brea!” His roar of completion rocked through the room, crashed through her, and had another orgasm churning within her. It was intense, just like him, just like the way he made her feel. His hips lifted, meeting her downstrokes until she couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t stand his dick rubbing along her oversensitized flesh.

“Fuck. I can feel your pussy clenching me, baby.” She forced her eyes open, stared down at the face of a man that had pushed every insecurity, every fear, every worry that had built inside of her, still making her a slave to Cameron, away.

The strength to hold herself up was lost and she collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against her own. Neither of them spoke, and the silence was comforting. The hands that were gripping her hips slid along her sides and moved higher. It took her a moment to realize he was sliding his hands up and down her back and everything around her came crashing down around her. The post-euphoric feeling that she had just surrendered to was now a bleak, shameful feeling inside of her.

Could he feel the scars?

“Brea?” Adrian stilled his movements at the feel of her tensing above him. What they had just shared was incredible, more than incredible, but now there was something very wrong. Her breathing had changed from the ecstatic quick pants of a female well loved, to the erratic rhythm of someone in fear. He knew what was wrong, but he didn’t want to show it on the exterior. The raised skin on her back almost had him cursing and gripping her tighter. What the fuck had that asshole done to her?

When she tried to climb off of him he wanted to hold her tighter, but he knew she needed her space. It was the last thing he wanted to do, let her go, but she needed this.

“Baby?” She rolled off of him but kept her back away from his view. “Talk to me. Please.” It didn’t matter that the desperation in his voice was thicker than honey. This small, fragile female before him, the woman that he realized he loved more than his own life, had suffered something so horrible all he could think about was causing pain of his own to the first asshole that was sorry enough to cross his path. What he wouldn’t give to be in the octagon right now, beating the living shit out of someone and imagining it was that prick ex-boyfriend of hers.

“Look at me, pretty girl.” He used the endearment because he meant it, but she was so much more to him. He wanted to see her face, without streaks of drying tears or residue of fear. He wanted her looking at him with only happiness and pleasure. He wanted to erase all of her bad memories and replace them with ones that she could smile to when she looked back.

It seemed like ages, but she finally lifted her head and stared at him. There was no fear, no sadness, but there was a desperation and shame that covered her like a second skin. The light strands of her hair created a curtain, partially shielding her from view.

“I disgust you, don’t I?” Goddamn but she sounded so lost. It ate at his soul. What could he do to make things better? To make her feel safe with him.

He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t know if it would be welcome. “Brea, there is nothing you can say or do, nothing in this world that would make me feel anything but love for you.” He hadn’t meant to tell her, hadn’t meant to reveal how he felt. It seemed too soon, and if the shocked look on her face was anything to go by she thought it was too soon as well.
Damn it!
He couldn’t help how he felt, didn’t want to stop the feelings inside of him.

“You can trust me.” Bringing his hand to cup her cheek, he waited until her eyes met his before he continued. “You can trust me. Completely.” A shadow of doubt crossed her features and he didn’t think she would speak again, that she would stay closed off, but when she took a deep breath he held his, waiting for what she might say.

“I want to tell you, but…” Her pause made him anxious. She wanted to tell him and he took pride in that knowledge. She might seem hesitant, but there was a part of her that trusted him. It was his mission to never have her doubt that trust.

“I don’t want you looking at me differently. I don’t want what Cameron did to me to make you feel differently about me.”

“Not possible.” He said it instantly and with as much conviction as he felt inside.

As if she were steeling herself, she took another shuddering breath and said, “Cameron liked to cause pain. A lot of it.” She flicked her eyes toward his for a brief moment before averting her gaze. “The first time he beat me with his belt it left welts. I remember he would run his hands over the raised flesh, murmuring how beautiful I looked with
his
marks on me. Even if he hadn’t tied me up to hurt me, I can admit that I was a coward. I would just lay there and take it. I was so frightened of what he would do if I didn’t give him what he wanted.” A slight shiver wracked her tiny frame and he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her body as she shivered in his arms. God, he hated this, and there was a part of him that didn’t want her to say another word because he felt like this time her pain was caused by him. She continued before he could tell her he couldn’t bear anymore.

“He kept me in the house a lot unless he needed me on his arm at a function. I hid myself well, putting on the persona of a madly in-love woman. To this day I wish I would have said something, anything to a passing stranger.” Her head was against his chest and she murmured lightly. “He upgraded from the belt to knife play, and that’s when the cuts got less superficial and started leaving scars.” Her little body curled into him further and he rested his chin atop her head, staring at the framed sand dollars and coral-colored shells lining the far wall.

“I know what I look like, Adrian. I’ve counted the scars, know exactly where they are. For those precious moments that I was with you, I didn’t think about them, didn’t remember that horrible, puckered flesh covers my back. When I felt your hands, though, I knew you had to feel them. I’m shamed by them.”

He was at a loss for words. The pain he heard reflected in her voice was a tangible element. It sliced through him, leaving him raw, vulnerable. Since Addie had died he hadn’t felt that kind of vulnerability. The feel of her tears on his chest alerted him to the fact that she was crying. He held her tighter with one arm and reached for the blankets with the other, pulling them up and covering them. He kept her on his lap, against his chest because he couldn’t live with the thought of letting her go.

“I’m sorry.” Although the words didn’t seem to come close to what he really wanted to say, it was all that his wounded soul could come up with. They were silent for so long that he felt her body start to relax into him and knew she was falling asleep. He reached over, careful not to rouse her, and shut off the light, dousing the room in darkness and holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Which she was.

They slept like that, curled together, their hearts beating the same steady rhythm.

The smell of his expensive cologne had her eyes snapping open and her heart racing. It had been almost a year since she smelled it, and just the stench of it had her stomach clenching. The room was dark, and the disorientation had her throwing the covers off, scrambling to escape. Reaching out blindly, she realized she was alone in bed.
Where is Adrian?

Her hair kept brushing against her face, reminding her of the way Cameron used to touch her, caress her. It was a horrid feeling and she shoved the strands away, crying out as her fear mounted.

“I told you I would find you. There isn’t anywhere on this planet that you can hide from me, Brea.”

Oh God.
That voice, haunting and devious. There was nothing that frightened her more, nothing that had everything inside of her cramping in pain. Not even when he hurt her did she fear him as much as hearing his calm, dark voice. It was that voice that nightmares were made of. She needed to escape, needed to get to her purse where she had her stun gun and pepper spray. If she could get to them, use them, it would buy her enough time to escape. The bed sheets tangled around her thighs like his arms pinning her down, refusing her escape. A sob broke free when she felt hands grip her abdomen and make their way up her body. She shook, paralyzed as her past slammed into her, making her remember what she so desperately wanted to forget.