Want him badly.

Emma’s POV

He drove fast through the estate gates like he was in some kind of racing competition. It was hard to enjoy the perfectly lit garden view that flashed past the window as we sped toward the main building. It was a massive, modern-style palace standing all by itself.

He finally parked in front of the massive building and I could feel his intent gaze on me…not just on me, all over me.

“What?” I asked

“You know you can still change your mind if you want to.” His tone was smooth, calm and seductive. Pulling a string in my tummy.

Why does he think I’d want to change my mind?

“What makes you think I’d want to change my mind?" I tilted my head, looking him straight in the eye. "Is it because you assume I’m some innocent girl who can't handle someone like you?”

A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“Assume?” he husked, leaning closer until he was an inch away from where I sat. “I didn’t assume Em. With those big eye glasses sliding down your nose, the oversized sweater you’ve always hid yourself in… I don’t assume I know for a fact. .”

I could feel the hunger in his gaze, the way it traced every bit of my face. I parted my lips to speak but a word wouldn’t come out.

Was that why Trevor left me for Allysia? Did he feel I was too innocent for him? He never really bothered me about sex, although we did it a few times but not much. . Could he have left me because of that?

I bit my lower lip and looked into Adrian’s eyes.

“You think a sweater and some glasses define me?” I whispered, a wave of confidence washing over me.

His smirk didn't fade, if anything it grew hungrier. I could feel his warm breath against my face.

“I think,” he husked, his eyes dropping to my mouth, “that you’re just a good girl who is trying so hard to prove to me she’s a badass when ain’t one”.

The air in the car turned thick, like I was breathing in his cologne and pure heat.

“You think so? ,” I challenged, my heart kicking hard against my ribs. “How about you find out?”.

I didn’t wait for him to move. I reached out, my fingers curling into the expensive fabric of his shirt, and pulled him the rest of the way. Crashing my lips on his, I held him tight by the collar like my life depended on it. It wasn’t like the careful polite kisses I’d had with Trevor. It was deep and hungry, like I’d been waiting to kiss this way my whole life.

Adrian slid his hand into my hair and pulled me closer to his mouth. His fingers tightened around my ponytail, his mouth taking complete control of mine. I gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue twisting against mine in a way that made heat pool between my legs…in a way that got my head spinning.

I kissed him with the same desperate fury, like if I let go of him, I might never get this again. I hate that I want him badly, but it’s better than wailing in silence in my apartment.

I pulled away from him and gazed into his eyes, my breath panting hard.

“Now, how’s that?” A victorious smile spread across my lips, but before I could celebrate my victory further, Adrian’s hand dropped to the side of my seat.

With a sharp click, he pulled the lever.

The world suddenly tilted as my seat crashed backward, reclining until my back was lying flat on it . Before I could even gasp, Adrian's heavy, muscular frame pinned me against the leather. He was on top of me, his eyes carrying a deep dark hunger that made me swallow hard.

“You were saying?”

“I…..” I stammered my breath coming in hard.

“Tongue tied?”

He leaned to my neck, his mouth trailing wet kisses down my throat. The sensation sent chills down my spine as I bit my lower lips and closed my eyes in pleasure, a moan escaping from my lips. He stopped and looked into my face. He used a hand to raise my head up gently and hooked a finger into my hair band, snapping it off with one hard tug. My honey brown colored hair cascaded over my shoulders, spilling across my cheeks and neck, the soft strands tickling my skin as I looked up at him.

I’ve always tied my hair up in a ponytail, people merely saw me without it.

He tucked the stray strands of hair hovering over my face behind my ear, his thumb lingering on my lower lip for a split second. The tenderness of the gesture made my breath hitch with needs.

He crashed his mouth against mine, this time it felt like a desperate demand. He kissed me hard, his lips bruising mine with a raw hunger that made my head spin. I felt the air leave my lungs as he claimed me, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth to tangling with mine.

His hand trailed down my body as he unzipped the sweater I was putting on slowly till my boobs were exposed in front of him. His thumb pressed on one of my hardened nipples, making me gasp loudly, not giving a care if anyone could hear me.

“Hahhhhhh”