CHAPTER 7

ARIA POV 

It's been two weeks working with Adrian. Two weeks of pain, two weeks of trying to avoid him. 

I tried to avoid him. I really did.

But it was impossible. Because Adrian was literally everywhere.

He was outside the house in the morning, driving me to school, standing by the car when I came out, driving me back home.

He was basically like a second skin I couldn’t get rid of. 

And the worst part? He still acted as if nothing had ever happened.

“Miss Bennett.” I heard that voice again. The voice that kept hunting me every single day, that kept playing in my head. 

I didn’t even look at him as I walked past.

“I can get a cab,” I said flatly.

“You won’t,” Adrian replied.

I stopped.

Then slowly I turned to look at him.

He was standing beside the car, one hand resting on the door, his expression unreadable as always.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Because your father instructed me to drive you,” he said. “And you don’t like disobeying him, do you?”

My jaw tightened. He wasn’t wrong, and I hated that.

But what is life without a little fun and rebellion at times?

“Oh, I wouldnʼt care,” I said, trying to walk past him.

I could see that shock on his face, but he masked it up quickly with a short laugh.

“You have two minutes to enter the car,” he said, his dominant side popping out.

I smiled slightly, finally seeing a glimpse of the man from the club. I decided to push a little.

“What are you going to do to me if I disobey Daddy?” I asked softly, moaning out the daddy. 

His eyes darkened. 

I took a slow step closer tilting my head slightly, letting my voice drop just enough to make him crazy. “Would you punish me or spank me for being a naughty girl, or would you...” 

“Enough,” he said cutting me off.

I smiled watching his jaw tighten.  

Adrian didn’t move, he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. His hand on the car door slowly curled into a fist.

Like he was holding back.

His dark and unreadable eyes stayed me. 

For two weeks I had drowned in this game pretending I hated him while every nerve in my body screamed the opposite.

Two weeks of stolen glances in the rearview mirror. Two weeks of clenching my tight every time he said “Miss Bennett” in that low, dominant voice of his that still felt like the club. 

Even though I hated him calling me that. It still has a way of making heat pull down there. 

And now, right here we are in the driveway where all of my father's workers could see us, and I wanted to push him right there until he snapped.

“What are you going to do if I disobey Daddy?” I asked again, softer this time, letting the word drip like honey. “Are you.. 

Adrian move fast, the rest of my sentence died in my mouth. 

One second I was standing there taunting him, the next second my world was flipped upside down.

He lifted me up tossing me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing. My stomach pressed against the hard muscle of his back, my ass was high in the air, my legs kicking uselessly, squirming. 

“Adrian!” I gasped in shock, blood rushing to my face. I didn’t expect him to do that. 

His large hand came down hard on my ass swiftly, landing me a hard smack. The sound filled the driveway. 

Then another followed.

I lifted my head, hoping no one was looking. 

The sting hit me, building a hot sensation through the thin fabric of my skirt. I bit hard on my lip trying to stop the moan that threatened to escape.

“Quiet,” he growled, his voice rougher than I had ever heard it. “Wants to play the little spoilt girl. Now I'm going to treat you like one.”

He strode toward the car quickly, one arm still locked around my thighs to keep me in place. Every step he made, made his shoulder dig deeper into my stomach, and that made my already soaked panties rub against my clit.

With every few steps, his palm landed aggressively against my ass. 

Another loud smack followed.

I whimpered, the sound muffled against his back. Another wave of heat flooded between my. I felt so dizzy.

“This is against every rule I set,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “But you keep pushing me, Aria. Two fucking weeks of you teasing me in that back seat like you don’t remember how you begged me to fuck you in the club.”

He reached the car, yanked the back door open with one hand, and dropped me inside, or threw me inside. Before I could even sit up, he climbed in after me, slamming the door shut so hard the whole car vibrated. 

The window was tinted, so I guess we were a bit safe. 

Adrian didn’t wait.

He grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach across the leather seat, pulled me to his leg, shoving my skirt up to my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed my bare ass, the black lace thong I had worn on purpose today offered zero protection.

His palm came down again on me. Harder this time.

Smack!

I cried out, arching, the sting turning into something else that made heat flow in my belly. He spanked me again, slower, letting the heat spread.

“You think you can call me Daddy and walk away?” he landed another smack right where my ass met my thigh. “You think I haven’t been hard every single morning driving you to school, remembering how you came on my tongue?”

I was trembling, panting, my cheek pressed to the cool leather.

I could feel his hardness against me… and I hated how much I loved it.

“Adrian… please…”

“Please what?” His voice was dark velvet. He rubbed slow circles over the burning skin he had just punished, soothing and teasing me at the same time. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

I couldn’t answer. My hips rocked back against his palm on their own, desperate for more.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, his breath all over me.

“You broke my rules the second you moaned ‘Daddy’ in public. Now I’m breaking mine.”

His fingers hooked the thin string of my thong, he dragged it down my thighs slowly, leaving me completely exposed in the back of my father’s car.

The next spank landed directly on my bare skin, mixing with the pool between my legs, creating a wet sound which echoed through the car. 

I moaned loud enough that I was glad the windows were closed.

Adrian let out a low chuckle that vibrated against my spine.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered. “Now be a good girl and count the rest for me… or we’re going to be very, very, late for your next class.”

His hand lifted again.

I sucked in a shaky breath.

My fingers curled into the leather seat beneath me, my whole body already trembling from everything that had happened in just a few seconds.

“Count,” he said quietly.

My lips parted. “...one.”

Smack.

My back arched slightly at the impact.

“Two,” I whispered, my voice softer this time. 

The third spank landed harder, right on the lower curve of my ass where it met my thigh again. The sting exploded into pure heat that shot straight between my legs. I was dripping now. I could feel it slide down my thighs, soaking into Adrian’s trousers. I know he could also feel it. 

“Three,” I gasped, the word breaking into a moan I couldn’t hold back.

Adrian let out a low growl clearly enjoying this as I am. “Good girl. Louder. Let me hear how much you like being punished in your daddy’s car.”

Smack. Smack. Another loud smack met my ass. 

You’re soaked, Aria,” he murmured, his voice dark and filthy. “I can see it dripping down your thighs flowing through my trousers. Two weeks of pretending you hate me and your pussy still weeps every time I’m near you.”

His hand slid lower, not spanking me this time. Two of his thick fingers spread through my folds, spreading the wetness all over my swollen clit without giving me the pressure I desperately needed.

I whimpered, pushing back against him. “Adrian… please… I need...”

Smack.

“Six,” I cried out, the slap cutting off my begging. The new sting mixed with the ache between my legs until I couldn’t tell where pain ended and pleasure began.

His fingers returned immediately, sliding up and down my slit, coating themselves. “Seven,” he ordered, spanking me again while two fingers finally, pushed inside me.

I moaned out loud, at the sensation building inside of me. 

As he was about to move further his phone rang. The ring echoed through the car. Cutting us off. Adrian froze, his fingers still buried deep inside me, my dripping pussy gripping his finger tight cursing out whoever was calling.

The screen lit up on the dashboard revealing the caller. 

VICTOR BENNETT Adrian picked it up immediately, answering the call on speaker.

“Yes, sir?”

“Adrian, where the hell are you?” my father yelled. “Aria should have been at university ten minutes ago. Is everything alright? I can still see the car in the driveway.”

Adrian’s fingers gave one slow, cruel thrust inside my wet pussy, just enough to make my breath uneven while he answered in that perfect professional tone.

“Everything is fine, sir. Miss Bennett and I… had a small delay. We’re leaving now.”

I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood, fighting the moan clawing up my throat as his thumb brushed my clit.

My father grunted. “Good. Bring her straight home after classes. We have guests tonight.”

The line went dead immediately. 

Adrian slowly pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and aching for more He brought them to his mouth, staring deeply at me, while licking them clean with a low hum of satisfaction.

“Delicious,” 

Then he looked down at me, my skirt still around my waist, my ass cherry-red, and my shaky legs. A dangerous smile formed on his lips.

“Looks like I have to go now.” He said, pulling up my soaked panties. 

“Urggghh.” I groaned in protest. 

“We have to go,” he said in a low voice. 

“I need to release this ache between my legs,” I said, rubbing my soaked panties between his legs. 

A proud smile formed on his lips, “Meet me tonight at the club. 11pm sharp, no lateness.”