I turned to Adrian where he stood bv the wall of glass, a crystal tumbler in hand. "He sounded... broken," I whispered with tears in my eyes.
Adrian's iaw tightened. "He'll survive. It's a business deal, Erica. Not a tragedy.
"It's me!" I fired back, the emotion raw. "I'm the deal! And vou... you made me feel things. It all started because of you. I was fine living my life with Ezel"
"I didn't do anything. Besides, happy? You were crying in confusion that day remember" he said his voice dangerously low. He set the glass down. "You choosed me Erica."
The dismissive tone, the simplification of the storm inside me, ignited a furv. "You arrogant bastard! You took me! You abducted me.This isn't real!"
A muscle feathered in his cheek. "Isn't it babygirl?"
And took few steps towards me, I tried going backwards. "Dont even come near me." I said fuming with anger.
He moved then, not with anger, but with a terrifying purpose. Before I could react, his hands were on mine. A gasp tore from my lips as he lifted me, his strength absolute, and carried me like I weight nothing.
The pool was a sheet of black ink lit by submerged lights. "You need to cool off," he growled, and dropped me.
The water was a shock, swallowing my scream, soaking my thin dress until it was a second skin. I spluttered to the surface, pushing hair from my eyes Adrian was already in the water, wading toward me like a predator, his white shirt plastered to the hard planes of his chest.
'Get away from me!" I shouted, scrambling back
He caught my ankle, pulling me effortlessly through the water until my back met the cool tile edge. His body caged mine in, the heat of him cutting through the chill. "You want to fight?" he murmured, his lips a breath from mine. "Fight. But your body never lies to me."
One hand pinned my hip. The other slid between my legs, finding the soaked fabric of my panties. I bucked, but his fingers were relentless, rubbing a slow, maddening circle over the sensitive nub of my clit through the wet silk. A traitorous jolt of pure lightning shot through me.
"No," I panted, but it was a weak sound.
"Your pulse is hammering" he said his dark eyes holding mine. Adrian's fingers tugged the fabric aside, and this time his touch was skin on slick, heated skin. My head fell back against the pool edge with a thud. Pleasure, sharp and unwelcome began to coil deep in my belly.
'What am I even doing' I thought to myself
"See?" Adrian breathed, his fingers working on me with a knowing rhythm. "You can curse me all you want. But this... this is a yes."
Tears of frustration and shame mixed with the pool water on my cheeks. I hated him but I also wanted him. The dual war was destroying me. His other hand roamed my body, claiming my boobs, thumb brushing a taut peak. My preathing grew ragged, each inhale a sob.
Then I felt him, the hard, thick length of him freed from his trousers, pressing insistently against her inner thigh. He nudged the head of his penis against my dripping core, not entering, just resting it right on her throbbing clit, using it to trace the same torturous path his fingers had.
The sensation was different-blunter more primal, a promise of what was to come. It was too much. The coil snapped.
'Adrian.." His name was a broken plea.
"What do you want, Erica?" He pressed a little harder, a mockery of penetration.
My walls clenched around nothing, aching, empty. The fight evaporated burned away by a need so fierce it blinded me to everything-Ezel, guilt, right and wrong.
"Please," i begged, her nails digging into his wet shoulders.
"Say it Erica, Say it." He said commandingly
"Please... fuck me." I said developing some guts.
But instead of listening to my request. Adrian just got out of pool.
"This is your punishment. You better learn from it. Remember the next time you say 'Take care Ezel.' " Adrian said as he walked away leaving me completely frustrated.
"Such a moron." I sweared.