spellbound (18+)

Twenty second Line

Adrik watched his Princess lean against the door. She sipped her gin softly.

"What do you mean?" He asked eventually.

"Mh?"

"You said he's not wrong? What do you mean?"

She sighed. "I'm not doing this with you. This is my break. Can I take it in peace?"

He sighed, pulling her into his lap as she rolled her eyes in disdain.

"Come on, printsessa," he grumbled, cupping her face. "Don't look so doomed."

Her eyes casts downward her mouth twisted from the bitterness of the alcohol and the feeling she got whenever the smell of his scent enveloped her.

He heaved a sigh, as if he were persecuted by the implication of his wrong-doing, however silent.

Her head tilted back as he stroked her collarbone, idly.

Her eyes flitted up, meeting his, her breath catching in her throat, as his fingers slipped up to yer throat.

"My zipper," she whispered, "It's stuck."

A knowing smirk tugged at his soft lips. His fingers went down to her zipper on the side of her skirt, on her hip.

The zipper wouldn't give way, so he roughly pulled it down, the fabric falling off her ample hips, revealing her brown flesh.

He pressed a kiss to her neck, as the air between them began to heat, the mixture of their scents heady and desperate.

Beep beep—

She jumped. "That's my break." She whispered.

Her chest rose and fell as she inhaled deeply, her soul shaken as he pressed another tender kiss to her neck.

"Fuck that," he growled.

"The patrons..."

His fingers cupped her sex, the warmth of her radiating into his hand.

"Fuck them," he growled out.

He rubbed her gently, through her panties, making her hips buck and writhe, breathing out gently. She was in turmoil. She hated him. But his hands. His mouth. His skin.

"I want," he murmured, pressing his lips against hers roughly. "I want I want I want," he changed against her lips reverently.

His kiss was hard, brushing her lips and her chin as her head fell back, her panties pulled to the side, his finger circling her entrance.

The dark room echoed their moans and soft needy sighs.

His hand tangled in her hair pulling back, exposing her neck, his lips fastening to it, his finger dipping into her, softly stroking her wet walls.

She clenched against his finger, as he slid another finger inside her.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, her long fingers on his throat. He chuckled.

"Fuck, printsessa. My beautiful Princess," he whispered.

She inhaled, his hands going to his pants, as she orgasmed around his fingers. Her grip tightened around his neck, he ripped her panties away, stroking himself, as he poised at her entrance.

His lips graced her skin, her nipples, her neck, shoulder.

She shuddered as he sheathed himself deeply inside her, "Adrik," she softly moaned

Rough calloused hands gripped her bare hips moving her onto of him, sliding her up and down his length.

He pressed his forehead against hers, panting with her, their breath intermingling in a feverish haze. His fingers reached down, rubbing her clit gently, how she liked it.

"Just like that. Don't stop," she ordered, tightening her hold on his throat. He chuckled.

"Whatever you say...Princess."

• • •

Adrik casts a glance at her watching her struggled to pull her supper back up.

"Did you have to be so rough," she muttered.

He said nothing, instead reaching out, pulling her by her hips in front of him. He forced the zipper up.

"Get you new one. Hey, come here?" He pulled her from the back room, into the bar.

He pulled a gun from behind his suit, shooting the man in the face.

"Don't let anyone talk to you like that again," he said simply, his hand on her hip. "Sergio get that shit up off my floor."

Michelle's breath caught.

"I thought you said Tuesday I had marked my calendar and everything," Sergio grumbled. "This is pain in my assholes."

Adrik sat down, Michelle frozen.

"Run it with a thug, Adrik," a patron nodded to the faint marks around his neck.

He just smiled with a chuckle, raising a brow.

It said...careful.