Chapter 2: His Mine

Adrian’s fingers were still inside me when the message lit up the dark room.

I felt them twitch, then go completely still. The thick stretch burned in the best way, my hole clenching around him like it didn’t want to let go. My cock lay hard and dripping against my stomach. I couldn’t look away from his face. Whatever was on that screen had turned the room's temperature to ice.

He pulled his fingers out slowly. The wet sound was obscene. I bit down on a whimper.

“Stay exactly where you are,” he said. Quiet. Absolute. “Legs open. Don’t touch yourself.”

I nodded, throat too tight to speak. He stood, completely unconcerned by his own heavy, glistening cock, and walked to the massive closet. I watched the muscles in his back shift as he pulled on black trousers and nothing else. No underwear. No shirt. Just the expensive fabric hanging low on his hips, the thick outline of him still obvious.

He glanced at me once more—spread out on his black sheets like an offering—and something dark and possessive flashed in his eyes.

Then he left the bedroom door wide open and walked into the main room.

I heard the soft chime of the private elevator.

A woman’s voice floated down the hallway a moment later. Cultured. Cold. Familiar in a way that made my stomach drop even though I couldn’t place it.

“You didn’t answer my calls, Adrian.”

“I was busy.” His voice was calm, almost bored. “You’re not supposed to be in the city.”

“And yet here I am.” Heels clicked across marble. “I heard the most interesting rumor. That you’ve taken in a little stray. A pretty one. Student loans. Sick mother. Desperate enough to sell himself to the highest bidder.”

My blood turned to ice. She knew. She knew everything.

Adrian’s reply was soft. “Careful.”

“Or what?” The heels stopped. “You’ll ruin me? You already did that once. I’m simply returning the favor. Where is he?”

Silence.

Then Adrian’s voice, lower. “Noah. Come here.”

My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my teeth. I sat up on shaking arms. My cock was still hard, traitorous, shiny with precum. I had no clothes. Nothing to cover myself with. He had told me to stay naked.

I slid off the bed and walked down the hallway on bare feet, every step exposing me more. When I stepped into the main room, the woman turned.

She was beautiful in a sharp, expensive way—blonde, late thirties, wearing a white coat that probably cost more than my mother’s hospital bills. Her eyes dragged down my naked body with open disgust and something uglier underneath. Interest.

“Oh,” she said softly. “He is pretty.”

Adrian was leaning against the back of the couch, arms crossed, still shirtless. His gaze locked on mine and held.

“Closer,” he ordered.

I walked until I stood in front of him. He reached out, hooked two fingers under my chin, and tilted my face up. Then, without looking away from the woman, he slid his other hand down my stomach and wrapped it around my cock.

I jerked. A broken sound escaped me.

The woman watched every movement.

“He’s already hard,” she observed. “Did you even let him come yet?”

“No.” Adrian’s thumb swiped over the head of my cock, spreading the wetness. “I was in the middle of opening him up when you interrupted.”

My face burned. His hand stroked me once, slow and firm, and my hips twitched forward against my will.

“You always did like an audience,” the woman said. Her voice had gone softer. Dangerous. “Is that what this is? You want me to watch you ruin him?”

Adrian’s eyes finally cut to her. “I want you to remember what happens when you come into my home uninvited.”

He released my cock, spun me around by the hips, and bent me forward over the back of the couch. The position forced my ass up and open. Cool air touched my hole—still slick and slightly stretched from his fingers. I felt exposed in a way that made my stomach flip.

His hand came down on one cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. I gasped.

“Stay,” he said.

I heard the soft sound of him opening a drawer in the side table. Then the click of a lube bottle. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I cried out, gripping the couch cushions. He scissored them once, twice, then pulled them out and replaced them with the blunt, hot head of his cock.

The woman made a small sound.

Adrian leaned over my back, chest against my spine, mouth against my ear.

“She’s going to watch me take you,” he whispered, so only I could hear. “And you’re going to take every inch like the desperate little thing you are. Understand?”

I nodded frantically.

He pushed in.

The stretch stole the air from my lungs. Thick. Relentless. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush against my ass and I was trembling around him, stuffed so full I could barely think. My cock leaked steadily onto the floor.

Adrian’s hand slid around my throat—not choking, just holding—and he started to fuck me in deep, measured strokes. The wet sound of it filled the penthouse. Every thrust dragged over that spot inside me until my vision blurred.

The woman’s heels clicked closer.

“Look at him,” she murmured. “He’s shaking.”

“He likes it.” Adrian’s voice was rough now. He thrust harder, forcing a broken moan out of me. “Don’t you, Noah?”

“Yes,” I choked out. “Yes—please—”

He angled deeper and I almost sobbed. My cock was so hard it hurt. I needed to come. I needed him to keep going. I needed—

The private elevator chimed again.

Adrian’s hips stilled deep inside me.

A new voice, male and cold, carried across the room.

“I was told there was a problem up here.”

I couldn’t see the newcomer from my position, but I felt Adrian’s entire body go rigid against my back. His cock twitched inside me. When he spoke, his voice had dropped into something lethal.

“You brought him with you.”

The woman laughed softly. “Insurance.”

Footsteps approached. Expensive shoes on marble. Then a pair of polished black dress shoes stopped right in my line of sight.

A hand large and unfamiliar, unfamiliar—settled on the back of my neck, just above where Adrian’s fingers still held my throat.

“Well,” the new voice said, quiet and interested. “This is unexpected.”

Adrian’s cock pulsed hard inside me.

His next words were soft, almost gentle, and more terrifying than anything he had said all night.

“Noah… I need you to stay very still.”