worshipping the devil

-fourteen-

*mature content*

E L E N A

"Adrian?" I question. I'm very confused as to why he's at my door, especially since we just had a huge argument.

Almost instantly, I can smell the stench of alcohol. I look down to see a nearly-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Baby," he mumbles, talking a small step into my room. I don't move.

"Stop. Don't call me that," I say, firmly. He is not getting away easily with the things he said to me. "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Adrian,"

"Let me in,"

"No! Leave me alone, Adrian, for Christ's sake!" I reach towards him attempting to push him out of my room, but instead he quickly dodges my hands.

When I retrieve, he catches me off guard by barging in and slamming the door shut. My eyes widen in shock. My heart is beating at 100 miles per hour. I'm scared. He's still so strong, even when intoxicated.

I take steps backwards, while he takes a gulp of his whiskey - finishing the bottle - and places it on the cabinet beside him. His dark eyes meet mine as he strides towards me.

Adrian is suddenly so close. Too close.

I want to take another step back, but my knees buckle against the side of the bed. I place my hands either side of me on the mattress for support. Adrian towers over me, leaning down over me on the bed.

My breathing is erratic. I can feel my heart thump against my ribs and my pulse beat through my wrists.

"What do you want?" My voice shakes as I look up to meet his stormy green eyes. Adrian throws his head back and lets out a raspy chuckle.

"I think you know what I want," He says, the undeniable lust embedded into his voice.

"You're drunk," I reply, trying to seem confident but my shaking hands give the act away.

"Mhm," He hums nonchalantly.

"Get out of my room. Now." I demand.

"Is that really what you want, Elena?" He says lowly. "Do you really want me to leave?"

No. Please stay.

"Yes."

A few moments of silence, and then Adrian sighs and stands up. My lips part to say something, to bring him back, but I stay put. He deserves this.

"Okay. I'll go," Adrian takes a step back and reaches out his arm, indicating for me to take it. I do, and he pulls me off the bed and flush to him.

I let out a gasp. His hand travels to my waist and squeezes it. His lips meet my ear as he whispers,

"But know that I could make you feel so good. I would treasure your body, worship every inch of it. I wouldn't stop until you are begging me to. I could so easily make you scream my name, and make you let the whole world know that I'm the one who's giving you pleasure."

And with one last squeeze of my waist, he turns around and disappears down the hallway, leaving me shocked, confused, and oh so turned on.

***

I can't sleep at all. I've been tossing and turning all night, and it's now 3am. All I can think about is him.

Getting out of bed, I slip on my silk robe and slippers and quietly make my way to Adrian's room. I know I'm not thinking straight, but I need to see him.

My hand twists the door handle and the door slowly flys open. My eyes search his room.

I instantly spot him. Adrian's sitting on the edge of his bed, in the dark, with his hands in his head. I can make out his naked large shoulders that flex every time he moves slightly.

I slowly walk towards him and stand in front of him. I'm not sure if he knows I'm here, or if he accidentally fell asleep in that position.

He drags his head up to looks at me. His greedy eyes take in every inch of my body. I notice his tongue dart out and slide lustfully across his plump lips.

"Elena?" He breaths out.

I fall to my knees and lift my body up, running my hands up his bare chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beat. Adrian swallows hard.

My hands run up his neck and thread themselves through his thick, messy locks. "Shh,"

Taking his bottom lip between my teeth, I gently nibble and let it go. My lips give small pecks along his jawline, sucking slightly when I get to his neck.

"Baby," he moans, "What are you doing?"

I scrape my nails down his torso and stop when I get to the waistband of his grey sweatpants. Reaching under them, I release his hardened cock and squeeze the base gently, feeling the veins. He groans lowly.

"I'm giving you what you want,"

Lowering my head, I wrap my lips around the top, tasting the salty pre-cum. Adrian's hands automatically gather my hair and hold it out the way.

What a gentleman.

I keep lowering my head until I can feel it like the back of my throat. My tongue swirls around and I hollow my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down.

My hands start to move too. They twist and squeeze, managing to reach the parts that my mouth can't get too.

"Fuck, Elena," Adrian grunts. My eyes look up at his face.

His eyes are squeezed shut, and his eyebrows are furrowed. He has his bottom lip tightly between his teeth and his chest is heaving. I feel my hair being pulled tighter as his large hands fist themselves.

I pump my hands and mouth down his length faster, giving it the occasional squeeze. My teeth gently graze his cock, causing him to jolt his hips up.

"Don't stop baby," Adrian throws his head back. I keep going and going, until I know he's close.

His body tenses up and he groans out loud. His warm release builds up in my mouth, and I take a big swallow. I make sure to clean up every last drop.

When I'm done, I remove my mouth and look up at Adrian. Licking my lips, I stand up and bend over, making sure that Adrian has the perfect view from the mirror opposite him.

"Have a nice sleep," I whisper, and walk out of the room, swaying my hips purposely.

***

wow ok ok i know i've been gone for so long and i'm so sorry. i've been going through a lot recently with family and school and life you know. but hopefully i'm back now and i will start to upload way more frequently like before.

thank you so much for all the support on this book recently. we got up to 2k reads the other day. i still read all your comments!! so thank you loves.

anyway i really hope you enjoyed this well overdue chapter, it got a bit steamy ;)

see you later huns.

- em x