Chapter 2: First Night of the Contract

LILA POV

Kumakabog ang dibdib ko habang papalapit ako sa entrance ng penthouse ni Adrian. Ang lamig ng elevator ay parang nagpaalala sa akin na hindi ito ordinaryong gabi. Hindi ito work meeting o casual hangout. Tonight, everything felt heavy. Exciting. Terrifying.

Pagbukas ko ng pinto, ang view ng penthouse niya ay sobrang luxurious—marble floors, high-end furniture, city lights na kumikislap sa labas ng malaking windows. Pero hindi iyon ang bumighani sa akin sa unang tingin. Si Adrian ang nakatayo sa harap, naka-dark suit, tie na bahagyang loosened, and eyes burning straight into me. Parang kinikilala niya ang lahat ng takot at excitement ko sa isang tingin lang.

“Lila,” he said, voice low, smooth, dangerous. “You made it.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” nakaramdam ako ng kakaibang kilig, pero ramdam ko rin yung kaba. My body was tense, pero hindi ko maiwasang huminga nang mas mabilis.

He stepped closer. Napansin ko ang subtle dominance niya sa bawat galaw—parang bawat action niya may power play, at alam kong kahit anong gawin ko, I’m already inside his world. “You look… stunning,” he murmured, his fingers lightly brushing my hair back. The touch sent shivers down my spine.

Hindi ko alam kung dapat akong tumalikod o lumapit. Pero before I could react, he grabbed my hand gently and led me toward the bedroom. The city lights reflected sa polished floors, pero parang lahat ng focus ko ay sa kanya—sa bawat step, sa bawat slight smile niya.

Pagpasok namin sa bedroom, sobrang classy pero sexy. Dark walls, soft lighting, velvet bed. Parang hindi lang office si Adrian ang pinapakita niya kundi ang personality niya—controlled, sophisticated, dangerous.

“Sit,” he commanded softly, at ako naman ay napaupo sa gilid ng bed. He circled around me, his eyes exploring every inch. “So, this is the first night of our… arrangement,” he said, his tone playful pero may hint ng threat.

Ako? Nervous? Oo. Excited? Oo rin. Every fiber of my body was alert. And then, his hand brushed against my cheek, moving slowly down my neck. Ang init ng touch niya, parang naglalagablab sa loob ko.

“Do you know why I picked you, Lila?” he whispered, right beside my ear. “Because you’re smart, obedient when it counts, but you also have… fire. I want to see how much of that fire you have.”

I gasped, letting a small moan escape, and my cheeks heated up. His words, the proximity, the way he smelled—parang naghalo lahat ng takot at excitement. I tried to resist, pero ang katawan ko, hindi ko kontrolado.

Adrian slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing toned chest. “I need to see how far you can go… with me,” he murmured, moving closer. He guided my hands to his chest, letting me feel the strength of him, the pulse under his skin. I couldn’t stop my breath from hitching. “Yes… Lila… just like that.”

My hands trembled, but he didn’t let me stop. Every touch, every kiss on my neck, sent shivers down my spine. I was moaning softly, “Ah… Sir…” not sure if it was pleasure or fear.

He paused, tilting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. “Do you trust me, Lila?” His voice was velvet, but sharp, like a knife hidden in silk.

“Yes… Sir,” I whispered, but my voice was shaky. Was it trust? Or was it submission to something bigger than me?

Then he moved lower, hands sliding to the small of my back, guiding me to lie down on the bed. Ang heart ko parang tumalon sa dibdib ko. Every inch of me tingling. Every nerve awake. I felt exposed, yet intrigued.

“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both possessive and teasing. I moaned, soft, helpless, and he smiled against my lips.

Hands exploring, whispers, soft moans—everything was moving too fast, yet somehow, controlled. He wasn’t reckless. He knew exactly what he was doing—every touch, every movement designed to test me, excite me, make me crave more.

But then, midway, he pulled away slightly, just enough to make me ache. “You like that, don’t you?” he said, eyes glinting. “Do you feel… wanted, Lila?”

“Yes… Sir…” I gasped, biting my lip. I didn’t even realize how loud I was until I heard my own soft moans echoing in the room. His smirk widened.

“You’re beautiful when you surrender like this,” he said, voice low, teasing, commanding. “But don’t think this means I won’t push you. I’ll push your limits, test what you want… and what you’re afraid to admit you crave.”

I shivered at the words. “Ah… Sir…” Another moan escaped as his fingers traced along sensitive lines I didn’t even know I had. The mix of fear and pleasure was dizzying.

At some point, he paused again, looking at me like he was calculating everything. “You feel… something, don’t you?” His voice soft but dangerous. “Something that confuses you. Desire, fear, curiosity… maybe all at once.”

“Yes… Sir…” I admitted, body trembling. “I… I don’t know…”

He leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “That’s good. You shouldn’t know. You just feel. You obey. You learn.” His whisper sent goosebumps across my skin. I moaned again, louder this time, because the thrill, the tension, the forbiddenness—it was overwhelming.

But then, as he held me close, I noticed something. A flicker in his eyes. Not tenderness. Not warmth. Something distant, almost cold. Para bang may pinapanood siya, sinusubukan ako, hindi lang basta pagnanais kundi testing, manipulation. Para bang ako lang ay isang object sa kanyang eksperimento.

I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. “Sir… are you… feeling this too? Or is this… just… your game?” My voice was shaky, heart pounding.

He smiled, but it was different now. Less teasing, more calculating. “Why would you think this is a game, Lila? Everything I do… I do for you. And for myself.” His lips curved into a smirk, almost a challenge. “But remember… don’t get too comfortable. I control this, and I decide how far you go… and how far you survive.”

My breath hitched. The combination of his dominance, the pleasure, and the subtle threat was intoxicating. I wanted to pull away, but my body betrayed me. I moaned softly again, whispering, “Ah… Sir… please…”

He chuckled, low and dark. “Yes… that’s it. That sound is mine now. Only mine. You belong to this night… to this contract… to me.”

And in that moment, I realized—this was only the beginning. The fire he lit in me was dangerous, seductive, addictive. And kahit alam kong may manipulations, may distance sa kanya, may threat na nakatago sa bawat touch, I craved more.

I surrendered to the night, to him, to the forbidden contract we signed, knowing deep down that nothing would ever be the same again. Every moan, every whisper, every breath—I was learning the dangerous thrill of being desired by Adrian Vilar.