CHAPTER 2 - DIRTY SLUT

(Travis’s POV)

I shouldn’t have brought her here.

The moment I saw those wide, doe-like eyes staring up at me—half defiant, half curious—I knew Juan’s warnings were justified.

Adeline wasn’t the harmless little sister I’d imagined. She was a firecracker dressed in purple, and the longer I stayed near her, the more dangerous it became… for both of us.

And yet… here she was. In my villa. In my upstairs bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like sin wrapped in innocence.

“This is a bad idea,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair as I stood by the door.

I should’ve taken her straight back to Juan, but Adeline had practically dragged me up here herself, eyes sparkling from the drinks she’d had… drinks I should’ve stopped her from finishing.

Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted. Her blazer was already abandoned on the floor, leaving her in that ridiculous excuse of a dress.

“Bad idea?” She tilted her head, her voice soft but mischievous. “Then why aren’t you leaving?”

Good question.

Because I couldn’t. Because every part of me wanted to pin her against that bed and kiss every stubborn word out of her mouth.

Because the way she looked at me made me feel like a starving wolf, circling prey that wasn’t afraid—prey that wanted to be devoured.

I took a step forward.

“You’re drunk, Adeline,” I said, forcing my tone to stay firm. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

But she only laughed—a soft, sweet sound that made my gut clench.

“I know exactly what I’m doing, Travis.”

She stood, taking slow steps toward me. Her fingers brushed my chest, sliding up my shirt, fingertips barely grazing skin.

My jaw tightened.

Her touch was feather-light, but it burned hotter than any flame.

“You think I don’t notice how you’ve been looking at me all night?” she whispered.

I grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly. “You have no idea what you’re playing with, little canary.”

Her smile turned daring. “Then teach me.”

That was it. My control snapped.

In one swift move, I had her against the wall, hands pinned above her head. Her breath hitched, pupils dilating, but there wasn’t fear—only anticipation.

My mouth crashed into hers, hungry, claiming, testing her limits. She kissed back with the same intensity, her body arching into mine.

It was messy. It was reckless. It was wrong.

But it was real.

When I pulled back, we were both breathless. Her lips were swollen, eyes glazed with heat.

“I warned you,” I said hoarsely.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her hands tangled in my hair. “Shut up and kiss me again.”

So, I did.

I carried her to the bed, her back landing on the soft mattress.

She tugged me down with her, pulling me into her world like a storm pulling ships under. She was all soft curves and untamed energy beneath me, a dangerous combination I was already addicted to.

Her dress slid off too easily, her skin glowing under the dim lights. Every touch, every sigh, every whispered name felt like gasoline on fire.

My hands roamed her body like I was memorizing a forbidden map, and from the way she responded—writhing, gasping—I knew there was no going back.

“Fuck, Adeline,” my curse echoed through the room. Between her soft breasts, which I had been devouring like sweet jelly, I lost control.

“Yes, fuck me.”

Holy… shit.

Where had she learned to say things like that—teasing like a shameless slut?

I was a thousand per cent sure Juan had no idea about Adeline’s wild side. If he did, then I swore I would lock her in my room with her hands and legs tied by my belt.

I would keep taking her with my cock until she could never utter another word except moans and cries of pleasure. I made sure I was the only one who tasted this sweet body.

The way she writhed when I pinched her nipples, when I dragged my mouth across her breasts and left red marks there. Or when my fingers teased her most sensitive spot below, and her body trembled, responding, even crying out toward me as if begging to be devoured.

“So beautiful,” I growled.

“All yours.”

My cock hardened.

“Damn it, Adeline,” I swore harshly, shutting her mouth with mine. “Where did you learn fucking words like a little whore?”

Every word that came from her lips felt like a curse that turned me into the filthiest man alive—horny beyond reason, just because of a few words.

In my entire life, I had never been like this. Never.

And Adeline… behind that innocent façade, she hid a poison—deadly and addictive.

She didn’t answer.

Too busy writhing and moaning beneath me.

I pulled off my pants. I had reached my limit—my cock was already hard as stone.

I needed her. To be inside her. To thrust deep enough until I could feel that every part of Adeline belonged to me. I would break her body with every burning thrust, as if we were making love in the fires of hell.

I flipped her body over, slapping her ass, and she cried out. I kissed the back of her neck, biting and licking every wet, delicious inch of her skin before pulling her legs apart.

She spread wide, like a slut ready to be ruined.

With one hard thrust, my cock slammed into hers. Adeline’s body tensed from the shock and pain.

She moaned.

I dropped my body over hers as I tried to bury myself deeper inside her.

Her back arched beneath me, nails clawing at the sheets as if they could save her from the way I drove into her. Her moans filled the room, sharp and desperate, and every sound made my cock throb harder.

“Fuck, Adeline,” I growled, gripping her hips so tight she gasped. “Look at you. Taking me so well… my dirty little slut.”

She whimpered, her lips trembling as she tried to form words, but all that came out was a breathless cry. That sound alone nearly undid me.

“Say it,” I demanded, pulling back only to slam into her again. “Say you want me.”

“I—I want you…” she choked out, eyes rolling back.

“Louder,” I snapped, lowering my mouth to her ear, my teeth grazing her skin. “Beg for me, slut.”

Her body shook with every thrust, her legs trembling against my sides.

“Please! I want you—fuck—I need you!”

“Good girl,” I hissed, nipping at her neck until I left a mark. My hand slid down, teasing her swollen clit, and she nearly screamed. “That’s it… moan louder, little whore. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

Her head fell back, hair spilling across the pillow as she cried out my name, raw and broken. My chest tightened, pride and hunger crashing together as I watched her fall apart under me.

“Only mine,” I growled, my voice rough with possession. “No one else gets to fuck this slut but me.”