45. Rash Decision

ADRIAN

Was that a challenge?

Meghan trembled in my arms as I gently caressed her body. I slid my hand up to her breast, cupping it. It fit right inside my palm.

"Adrian, don't," she said in a hoarse whisper.

"Don't, what? Don't touch you? Kiss you? It doesn't seem like you hate it all that much," I chuckled against her neck.

"This is dumb. Why do I keep letting you do this to me? You have no right to play with my emotion or body," she complained while melting in my arms.

I wasn't a complete Neanderthal. I knew what I was doing to her was wrong, but I couldn't stop. It was like an addiction. "Because you want me more than you care to admit? There's nothing wrong with facing the truth, Maggie. Just surrender already. Tell me you want me to fuck you again," I said, laughing. She was aching for it but trying so hard to resist, all because of her pride.

I was going to leave her alone for a bit when I saw how vulnerable she was, but after I saw that ring on her finger? It made me burn with