Chapter 4: Strip For Them

I woke up to the feeling of Adrian’s mouth on my neck.

The penthouse was still dark, the city lights bleeding through the glass like they had all night. My body ached in the best way—thighs sore, hole tender, the memory of him buried inside me still vivid enough that my cock twitched against the sheets. His chest was pressed to my back, one heavy arm draped over my waist, hand splayed possessively across my stomach.

“You’re awake,” he murmured against my skin. Not a question.

“Yeah.”

His hand slid lower, wrapped around my half-hard cock, and stroked once, slow and deliberate. I exhaled shakily.

“We have a meeting in three hours,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. “With the board. Victoria and Elias will be there. They’re going to try to force a vote.”

I turned in his arms so I could see his face. Even like this—hair messy, eyes heavy—he looked dangerous. “What do you need me to do?”

Adrian’s mouth curved. Not quite a smile. “Exactly what you’re best at.”

He rolled me onto my back and settled between my thighs in one smooth motion. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole, still slick from the night before. He didn’t ask. He just pushed in, slow and deep, until I was stretched full around him again and my back arched off the mattress.

“Fuck—”

“That’s the idea.” He hooked my knees over his elbows and started thrusting in long, rolling strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside me. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. “You’re going to sit in that meeting looking freshly fucked. My cum still inside you. And every time Victoria or Elias looks at you, they’re going to remember exactly who you belong to.”

My cock leaked against my stomach. He reached down and stroked me in time with his hips, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke.

“And if they try anything?” I managed.

Adrian’s eyes locked on mine. His next thrust was harder. “Then you do exactly what I tell you. No hesitation. No questions.”

He fucked me like that until I was shaking, until the only words left in my mouth were broken pleas. When I came it was with his name on my lips and his cock buried to the hilt. He followed a moment later, flooding me in thick, hot pulses, grinding deep like he wanted to leave something permanent.

We stayed locked together while our breathing slowed. His forehead rested against mine.

“Shower,” he said eventually. “Then clothes. I had something sent up for you.”

The clothes turned out to be a tailored black suit that fit like it had been made for my body. No underwear. Adrian watched me dress with dark, satisfied eyes, then stepped in close and slid two fingers between my cheeks, pressing against my still-slick hole.

“Don’t clean up,” he said quietly. “I want you feeling me every time you sit down.”

The drive to the Vale Industries tower was silent. Adrian’s hand rested high on my thigh the entire time, thumb stroking absently. When we stepped into the glass elevator that shot us toward the top floors, he finally spoke again.

“Whatever happens in that room, you stay beside me. Understand?”

I nodded.

The boardroom was all sharp angles and floor-to-ceiling windows. Twelve people were already seated around the long table. Victoria sat near the head, blonde and immaculate in white. Elias was beside her, expression unreadable. Both of them looked at me when I walked in behind Adrian—Victoria with open disdain, Elias with something hotter and far more dangerous.

Adrian pulled out the chair immediately to his right and nodded for me to sit. The second I did, I felt the slow trickle of his cum inside me. My face heated. He noticed. His hand settled on the back of my neck under the table, a silent claim.

The meeting began with numbers and projections I barely followed. My focus kept fracturing every time Adrian’s thumb stroked the side of my neck, or every time I shifted and felt the evidence of him. Victoria’s eyes kept flicking to me. Elias didn’t bother hiding his stare.

Forty minutes in, Victoria leaned forward.

“I motion that we discuss the leadership concerns raised in the internal audit,” she said smoothly. “Specifically, the CEO’s recent… personal distractions.”

Her gaze landed on me like a blade.

Adrian’s fingers tightened on my neck. “Careful.”

Elias smiled without warmth. “We’re simply protecting shareholder interests. Rumor is you’ve been funnelling private funds into medical care for your new pet’s mother. Using company resources. That’s a problem.”

My stomach dropped.

Adrian’s voice stayed perfectly level. “Those funds are mine. Not the company’s. And my personal life is not up for discussion.”

“It is when it affects the stock price,” Victoria said. She tapped a folder on the table. “We have documentation. Transfers. Private clinic invoices. All of it. Either you step down quietly… or we make everything public. Including exactly what the boy is being paid for.”

Silence stretched across the table.

Adrian leaned back in his chair. His hand slid from my neck, down my spine, and settled low on my back. When he spoke, his voice was soft enough that only the people closest could hear the threat in it.

“Noah.”

I turned my head.

His eyes met mine. Calm. Absolute.

“Stand up.”

My pulse slammed. I stood.

Adrian’s gaze never left Victoria and Elias as he continued, still quiet, still deadly.

“Take off your jacket.”

The room went completely still.

I hesitated for half a second—then obeyed. The expensive fabric slid off my shoulders. Underneath, the white shirt was thin enough that the shape of my body showed clearly.

Adrian’s next words dropped into the silence like a match onto gasoline.

“Now the shirt.”

Victoria’s eyes widened. Elias’s expression darkened with something like hunger.

My fingers moved to the buttons. One. Two. Three. The boardroom was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. I could feel every pair of eyes on me as the shirt parted and slipped down my arms, leaving me bare from the waist up in front of twelve of the most powerful people in the city.

Adrian’s voice was pure steel.

“Keep going.”

I reached for my belt.

And that was when the conference room doors slammed open.

A man in a dark suit I didn’t recognize strode in, face pale, phone in hand.

“Mr. Vale,” he said urgently. “You need to see this. It’s about Noah’s mother.”

Adrian’s head snapped toward him.

The man looked straight at me, and the next words out of his mouth turned my blood to ice.

“She’s gone.”