He wiped the mess with his thumb and shoved it into my mouth. “Taste what a good girl you’ve been.”
My tongue curled around him instinctively, eyes fluttering shut.
Then he grabbed me, rough and commanding, hoisting me back onto the leather table like I weighed nothing. My back hit the cool surface, legs dangling off the edge, body already quivering from the brutal mouth-fucking.
Adrian spread my thighs without a word, gaze locked on my soaked, glistening pussy.
“Look at this,” he murmured, running two fingers through my folds. “Dripping badly and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging along my slick slit, teasing, pressing, but not entering.
“Beg,” he said.
“Please, sir,” I gasped, hips lifting off the table, desperate for friction. “I need you… Fuck me, please…”
His smile was all teeth and shadow. Then he slammed into me.
The stretch stole my breath and I cried out, arching off the table as he bottomed out in one savage thrust.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Fucking take it.”
He pulled back and drove into me again-rough, deep, messy. My slick gushed around him, soaking his cock, our bodies smacking together with every punishing thrust.
The leather squeaked beneath us, the table rocking from the force.
Adrian gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, his chest grazing mine as he pounded into me.
“This pussy was wasted on him,” he growled. “But now? Fucking ruined for anyone else.”
He released my wrists just long enough to yank my legs up over his shoulders. The new angle had me screaming-he was so deep, dragging over every sensitive spot inside me like he knew my body better than I did.
“Come on, princess, let it go,” he demanded, eyes blazing down into mine. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
My body obeyed and I shattered. Orgasm tore through me like fire, my walls clenching around him, milking his length, body thrashing beneath him.
Yet he didn’t stop.
“Now come again,” he ordered, fucking me even harder.
“I- I can’t-“
“Yes, you fucking can,” he snarled. “And you will.”
He gripped my throat, not choking, just holding, claiming, watching my eyes roll back as he drove me into another orgasm, even stronger than the last.
I was a mess-sweating, screaming, soaking the table with every wave of second release.
“Watch me finish what he never could,” Adrian growled.
He slammed into me one final time and groaned, cock twitching deep inside as he spilled into me, hot and thick. I could feel his cum filling me, dripping out even as he stayed buried, grinding his hips, making sure none of it went to waste.
When he finally pulled out, the mess was obscene.
My thighs were shaking. His cum dripped down my pussy, pooling on the leather. Adrian stood back and admired his work, eyes dark with satisfaction.
“You’re mine now, princess. All of you,” he said in my mouth.
And I was. Every ruined, breathless inch of me.
***
“Had a good time with Mystery Daddy last night?” Cleo’s voice cut through the hallway like a slap wrapped in glitter. She didn’t even try to whisper.
My cheeks flared. “Cleo-“
“Oh, don’t even pretend,” she sang, tossing her curls over one shoulder. “I saw your face this morning. What was the game all about?.”
I glanced down the empty corridor like someone might hear. “Can we not do this right in front of the English faculty office?”
“You’re glowing.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Exactly,” she smirked. “Ravished. Wrecked. Probably bruised.”
I looked away, biting my bottom lip so hard it ached.
Truth was… she wasn’t wrong.
I still couldn’t believe Adrian had done that. That I had let him. Ethan-tied up in the corner like a ghost from my past, forced to watch me come undone for the man who now owned me in every possible way. It should’ve been disturbing. It was disturbing.
But it was also… Hot. Shamefully, wickedly, messily hot.
Every moan Adrian pulled out of me had been louder. Deeper. Like I needed Ethan to see what he’d thrown away. Like I needed someone else to witness just how far I’d fallen-and how good it felt.
“You’re not gonna say anything?” Cleo nudged me with her shoulder. “You know I’m dying for the play-by-play.”
I cleared my throat, adjusting the strap of my bag. “It was like usual.”
She stopped walking. “Usual? Sophie, your usual includes a masked literature professor, a mansion with a red room, and last night-a game or something.”
I gave her a dry look.
She rolled her eyes. “Right. I forgot. We’re pretending you’re not absolutely feral now.”
“I’m not… feral,” I muttered.
“You’re one orgasm away from snarling. Don’t lie.”
I didn’t answer. Mostly because she was right. And because the second I tried to explain how I felt, it would sound insane. I wasn’t even sure if what happened last night was about power, or revenge, or possession.
All I knew was Adrian’s hands on me had never felt more necessary. And Ethan’s eyes in the dark had never made me feel more… seen.
“I heard Ethan dropped out.”
Cleo’s voice hit me mid-step, slicing through the late afternoon haze. I blinked, almost stumbling on the stairs outside the library.
“What?”
She barely looked up, thumbing through her phone like she was scrolling past a weather update. “Gone. Packed his stuff. Dorm’s empty. Just… vanished.”
My breath caught. “Seriously?”
“You didn’t know?” Her eyes flicked to me, curious. A little too curious.
“No,” I said, too fast. “Why would I?”
She studied me for a second. I forced a neutral expression. A shrug.
“Looked like hell last week,” she muttered. “Didn’t think he’d bail just ’cause of a breakup.”
I swallowed hard, trying to hold the indifference in my voice. “Not my fault he ghosted me first.”
“Mmm.” She tapped something on her screen, gaze drifting. “Some people just can’t handle watching their ex glow up.”
I smiled, tight-lipped. “Guess not.”
But my stomach coiled. Because I had known.
