All Chapters of You Are Mine : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

His hand fists her hair, pulling Adrianna even closer. All her insecurities and uncertainties vanish, just like they had all those years ago when they exchanged their first kiss in his apartment. He pulls her so roughly against him that she can feel his erection poking her thigh. Unable to stop herself, she slowly rocks her thigh against him, eager to feel his skin inside her. “You're fucking sex. Adrianna.” He growls, his voice low and husky. Without wasting time, he smashes their lips together. His lips possessively suck on her lower lips, his tongue slips past her lips expertly teasing a reaction out of me. Heat pools between her legs in response and she moans into the kiss. He groans harshly, his voice mixing with her as she lets out a whimper. Adrianna can't help but curl her hands in his hair. It’s crazy, this whole thing. It’s also intoxicating. They are becoming breathless but neither of them wants to stop the kiss.Lance then tears his lips away from hers to trail open-mout

Lance walked ahead, arms wrapped tightly around limp form. Her breath fanned against his collarbone, her weight slumped fully against his chest. The woman had fought him at first, clumsily trying to push away, her words barely audible.“Put me down,” she mumbled, voice heavy with wine and defiance.“You can’t stand, Adrianna. Stop pretending,” he muttered, eyes forward, jaw tense.“I said… I don’t need help,” she breathed out, weakly pushing at his chest with one hand. Her fingers brushed his shirt, slow and uncoordinated. “I don’t want your—”“You don’t want me touching you?” Lance cut in sharply, pausing. “Then stay upright.”He loosened his grip slightly, letting her legs fall an inch. She collapsed instantly.He caught her without effort, muttering under his breath, “Exactly.”She squinted up at him, dazed and stumbling over her words. “I’m not a burden.”“No,” he admitted quietly, almost to himself. “You’re something worse.”She didn’t protest again. Her body gave in to the intox

The hallway outside Adrianna’s bedroom is still, the only sound is the faint hum of the central heating system running somewhere in the walls.Lance stands at the threshold, fingers curled loosely around the handle. For a moment, he doesn’t open it — just listens. The silence on the other side feels almost too calm compared to the chaos of last night.Finally, he pushes the door open.The room is dim, wrapped in the kind of pale winter light that seeps through sheer curtains and makes everything feel softer, quieter. Adrianna is curled beneath the duvet, facing away from the door, her hair a cascade of disheveled waves spilling across the pillow. One bare shoulder peeks from under the blanket, the skin pale against the shadows.Her breathing is slow and even. The steady rise and fall of her chest feels hypnotic, so different from the biting sarcasm and drunken laughter that spilled from her last night. There is no fire in her expression now, no mockery. Just… peace. And something else

The rustle of satin and the faint scent of expensive cosmetics fill Adrianna’s dressing room. Two maids move around her in a practiced rhythm, one fastening the final row of sequins on her long black gown, the other sweeping the makeup brush in gentle arcs across her cheekbones. The gown clings to her curves before flowing down in a shimmer of black sequins, the high slit revealing just enough leg to be dangerous, and the deep neckline an unspoken rebellion against the night’s real star — Bianca.She stares at her reflection in the ornate gold-framed mirror, but her mind is nowhere in this room.It drifts back — hours earlier — “Adrianna,” Bianca had greeted, gliding in like she owned the space. “I just wanted to say… tonight is very special for me. And for Lance.” She tilted her head, her voice smooth as silk. “I do hope you’ll be able to handle it.”“Handle what?”Adrianna’s lips had curled into something resembling a smile. Bianca’s eyes danced with false innocence. “Seeing him

The car hums to a stop at the edge of the Vallerand estate’s long driveway, the floodlights casting a warm gold over the meticulously trimmed hedges and marble steps. Adrianna sits still for a moment, her hands twisting together in her lap, her gaze lost in the shimmer of the building’s lights.“Adrian?” she says at last, softly, almost as if testing the name on her tongue. She draws it out, tasting it like a fine wine whose flavor she hasn’t decided on yet.Before she can say more, he speaks. “Adrianna.”Her eyes widen in faint surprise, and he reads the confusion instantly. “I heard the nurses call your name at the hospital.” His tone is even, but there’s a gentleness threaded through it, like he’s deliberately speaking low so as not to disturb something fragile in her.The memory of the hospital—the smell of antiseptic, the sound of Victoria’s muffled sobs, her father’s still body—slams into her chest again. She exhales sharply, fighting the sting behind her eyes. “Right. Of course