I'll Make Sure You Enjoy Your Punishment.

Clara James POV

I recognized the husky voice; it was none other than my handsome "old man."

"Mr. Cole... Adrian..."

I uttered his name brokenly as he hotly licked my earlobe. I closed my eyes, exhausted.

"You will be punished for your action."

He whispered in my ear, sucking on the lobe lustfully. I rested my head against his chest, eyes closed. My back was pressed against his chest, his large hands possessively wrapped around my waist.

He slowly brought his sucking down from my ear to my neck, biting and licking my sensitive skin expertly. My wet hair hung over my shoulders, and the towel covering my body had loosened slightly.

He lowered his mouth to the hollow of my neck, planting wet kisses. When I couldn't stand up any longer, I leaned my weight onto him, clinging tightly to his hands around my waist.

"So sensitive."

He murmured, sucking my neck. He turned my body to face him. His eyes met mine, looking at me deeply. His chest roughly crushed my breasts.

He pulled my body closer, as if he wanted to merge his body with mine. I placed my hands on his chest, opening my mouth to breathe, as the air felt suffocating.

He brought his head closer to mine until our lips were inches apart. He looked at my eyes, then my lips, examining my reaction. Adrian's effect on me was badly potent.

I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. He grasped my neck roughly, deepening the kiss, sucking my upper lip and biting the lower. His tongue licked my lips, asking for entry. I opened my mouth, welcoming him. The moment I felt his tongue on mine, my womanhood trembled with pleasure.

I locked my hands around his neck, clinging to him tightly. He sucked my tongue violently. I couldn't respond; his kiss was savage and starved.

He lifted me from the ground, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I closed my eyes in exhaustion as I felt his hardened erection pressing against my naked womanhood. The towel covering my body had lifted, revealing my womanhood completely.

He placed his hands on my bare ass, squeezing it hard. I let out a groan of enjoyment, and Adrian growled roughly into my mouth.

"Damn it."

He muttered, mounting me on the bed. I was beneath him, Mr. Cole straddling my legs, pinning my hands above my head with one hand while the other roughly squeezed my thigh.

I looked up at him with an exhausted face. My body was burning hot, just like my core beneath me that was on fire.

"I'll make sure you enjoy your punishment."

He whispered near my ear, slowly undoing the towel around me. When I was completely naked beneath him, he lifted his gaze, staring boldly at my curves.

"Shit."

He said, looking at my sleepy eyes. When he traced my womanhood with his cold fingers, my body shivered, and a faint moan escaped my lips.

"So wet."

He said, boldly touching the petals of my flower.

I opened my mouth to catch my breath, trying to ease the choking feeling a little. When he noticed my gasping, a mischievous smile spread across his face. He grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it hard.

He brought his mouth closer to my chest. The moment his lips touched my nipple, my body arched, releasing a tempting moan. He began sucking my nipple quickly. His lips ravaged one nipple while his other hand squeezed the other violently.

I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer. I felt him smile against my skin. I looked at the ceiling, my mouth open, panting heavily. Mr. Cole was sucking my breast lustfully, sometimes biting one and sucking the other.

He started moving down from my chest to my stomach, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on it.

"Mr. Cole..."

I whispered his name softly, moaning with pleasure. He hummed, biting my stomach.

"Stop."

I said with difficulty, looking up at the ceiling, barely able to open my eyes.

He placed his index finger on my mouth, urging me to be silent. Tears welled up in my eyes. He leaned in and whispered in front of my lips.

"No need to cry."

He gently pressed his lips to mine. I felt his finger part the lips of my womanhood. When he inserted it, a muffled cry escaped into his mouth, and I felt my tears touch my cheeks.

"Tight."

He muttered, sucking my lower lip. His finger slowly penetrated my petals. I grabbed his shirt tightly when he started moving his finger in and out.

"Stop, please."

I whispered with difficulty while he sucked my tongue. He deepened the kiss, ignoring my pleas. I started to feel a pleasant sensation from his finger entering me.

I closed my eyes in exhaustion, clutching his shirt. He began to speed up the pace of his finger inside me. I moaned into his mouth with enjoyment. He broke the kiss and placed his forehead against mine, looking into my sleepy eyes.

My screams intensified as I felt my climax approaching. He placed his lips on mine but didn't kiss me.

"Scream into my mouth."

He murmured against my lips.

His finger accelerated its pace further. My back arched off the bed. I gripped Mr. Cole tightly. My body convulsed violently as my first orgasm exploded, and it was at Mr. Cole's hand. He held my body steady with his hands. His finger was still plunging inside me, as if he wanted to draw out the maximum amount from me.

When my body calmed down from the shaking, I opened my eyes, looking at him tiredly. I saw him pull his finger out of my flower and put it into his mouth.

"Delicious as honey."

He whispered, sucking his finger covered in my fluids with relish. He brought his hand toward my face. I quickly closed my eyes, but I felt his fingers wiping the tears from my cheeks.

Mr. Cole lay down beside me, wrapping his hands around my waist, pulling me closer. My back was against his chest. I was still fighting to catch my breath. I closed my eyes, exhausted.

I felt him pull his head away from my neck slightly. I turned my head to look at him. He was staring at my back, which was covered in scars from his sister Emilia Cole's abuse. I couldn't understand his gaze. I put my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.

"When I was ten years old, when I used to visit my father, Emilia would beat me until I passed out. Now I'm seventeen, and Emilia is still hitting me."

I finished my confession with a long sigh. He placed his head back on my neck. The touch of his lips on the back of my neck made my body shiver. Mr. Cole didn't say a word.

I succumbed to sleep in his arms, feeling a tenderness I had never felt in anyone's embrace before, not even my father, who loves me. I had never felt this warmth in his hug.

A week passed since that sinful moment. Whenever I woke up, I would find Mr. Cole sleeping next to me, hugging me. I was starting to get used to him being next to me. I had been avoiding him all week.

But deep inside, I was afraid of him. He is Emilia's brother, the brother of that whore Emilia, who wants nothing but to destroy my life! How can I love my enemy's brother?