Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Thirty-five

A grass-strewn passage leads us from the road to a waterfront house that takes my damn breath away. Layered roof, large windows, surrounded by a lake, and block mountains from afar. It looks like a little island in a desert, so calm and secluded that I can only see other houses from miles away at lower lands preceeding this.

He may kill me here and no one will know.

I remember breathing when Adrian holds my hand to help me off the car. Unlike men in the movies, he's not all smiley and bubbly waiting for me to squall and yell how pretty his house looks and other merriment. On the contrary. He's cold, giving me a slight chill down my spine, and yet I find him hot.

Am I going nuts? Preferring darkness over clear light?

My skin warms when his hand encases mine. As soon as I'm out of the car, he strolls to the backseat and grabs the shopping bags we've deposited. I take a few of them and he carries the rest himself. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he glances at me and smiles curtly.

"What?" I breathe.

"Come," he orders.

I inhale sharply at the tone of his voice. Very masterful.

We walk in silence, my eyes devouring the tranquility of the whole property. A gust of crispy air blows through the palm trees scattered around, and the scent of dry soil and water and green leaves commingle into a wild perfume.

So refreshing.

"Great house you have." I fail to hold it in.

"I'm glad you think so," Adrian replies casually as we stalk through the sliding glass doors connected to the front porch.

We finally step in and stupor knocks my wit.

Everything is gray and white inside. Modern and sleek, the great room has spectacular mountain views through the floor-to-ceiling windows. To the side, an expansive swimming pool is stretched up to the lake,

Adrian smiles as our eyes meet.

"Gorgeous," I whisper.

"Not as much as you are. Follow me," he states simply, and grinning becomes my immediate response.

He leads me straight upstairs to the gigantic master bedroom.

The thought of sharing a bed with him makes my stomach quiver from foreign excitation. I suck in a deep breath, toning my nerves. I throw the bags I'm carrying onto the bed covered with immaculate white sheets and a duvet.

I'm sure this house is worth an arm and leg. Damn! And the bed is a huge four-poster with light canopies—the only classic touch. It feels like a honeymoon suite. Silly me. So many pillows, and a smooth duvet that could make me forget to wake up.

And suddenly, a pair of strong arms send my back against a solid chest. Adrian's cologne surrounds me. I smile delightfully as he kisses my neck while squeezing my breasts over the soft fabric of my mini jumpsuit until I feel my nipples hard and vertical.

Stoutly he turns me around, closes his palms on my face, and kisses my lips so roughly without a warning. My clit throbs and responsively I try to wrap my arms around his neck but he denies me the leeway by pinning them above my head.

I pant heavily, stirred in and out, needy and hungry for more.

There's a wall separating the seating and bedding, on which there's a fireplace and large TV. He's bound me against it, his large body weighing me to restraints so I don't move. I yelp a grunt, letting the pleasure take me as he leans over my face and commands my lips in his.