All Chapters of OBEY ME SOFTLY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Her pulse was still hammering from his touch when Adrian stepped around the desk to stand in front of her. The absence of his hands was almost worse than the tension he’d built—it left her body aching, her skin hypersensitive to every inch of air between them.He leaned against the edge of the desk, one hand braced beside hers, the other brushing an infuriatingly slow path up her thigh again.“I could let you have it right now,” he murmured, his eyes dark and knowing, “but then I’d miss the look on your face when you realize you’d do anything for me to keep going.”Sienna swallowed hard, trying to hold on to some shred of composure, but his fingers found their way to that same spot, teasing with maddening precision.She gasped, her nails curling against the wood.“That’s it,” he said softly, almost like encouragement. “Don’t fight it. Just feel.”Her breathing turned shallow, each exhale shaky. She hated—no, loved—that he could draw these reactions from her with barely any effort. It

The bathroom mirror was merciless.Sienna tilted her head, pulling her hair forward, then back, but nothing worked. The mark Adrian had left was dark and obvious, blooming across her neck like a brand.She groaned under her breath, dabbing concealer over the bruise with trembling fingers. No matter how much she layered it, the edges bled through, a stubborn reminder of what had happened.“You’re not mine,” she muttered at her reflection, trying to convince herself. But the words sounded hollow when she saw her own flushed cheeks and the faint bite of her swollen lips.It was barely noon, and she already felt trapped in his shadow.By the time she reached the café where she was meeting her friend Emily, her nerves were stretched thin. The bell above the door chimed, drawing a few heads her way, and she ducked quickly into a booth, tugging at her scarf as if it could hide her.Emily slid in opposite her, giving her a once-over. “You look… flustered. What’s going on with you?”“Nothing,”

The air between them was molten, the kind of thick heat that clung to her skin long after his touch left it. Sienna sat on the edge of Adrian’s desk, trembling from what had just unfolded in the study. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her thighs still aching from how he’d claimed her. Every nerve in her body was alive, humming with the memory of his dominance, and yet—her chest tightened with something unexpected. Desire, yes. But also confusion. Adrian stood a few paces away, back to her, his broad shoulders tense as he poured himself a glass of scotch. The quiet clink of crystal on crystal was the only sound in the room. He didn’t look at her right away. He didn’t need to—she could feel his control even in his silence. “You’ll never cover my mark again,” he said finally, voice low and dangerous. He turned, glass in hand, and leaned against the desk opposite her. “Do you understand?” Sienna swallowed hard. Her voice was shaky when it came. “Yes.” His lips curved, but i

The air in the boardroom was thick with smoke and tension. Sienna could feel it clinging to her skin as if the walls themselves had soaked up decades of violence and whispered threats. The table was long, sleek, polished wood, but the men around it carried an edge sharper than any blade. Their tailored suits couldn’t disguise the tattoos crawling up their necks, the scars etched into their hands, the aura of men who had killed before—and would do it again.Adrian guided her to a seat just beside him, his hand never leaving her thigh. Not casually on her knee, not gentlemanly on her wrist—no. His palm pressed firmly against the inside of her thigh, fingers splayed just close enough to make her pulse stutter. It wasn’t affection. It was possession.She sat, trembling inwardly, but his touch anchored her. More than that, it branded her. She was painfully aware of the way the others glanced at her, their eyes narrowing, their mouths twitching with smirks they didn’t dare let fully form. A

The morning light streamed through the heavy velvet curtains, muted and golden. Sienna stirred against the silk sheets, her body aching deliciously from the night before. Every inch of her felt claimed, marked, used in ways that left her trembling even now. She shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness between her thighs, but the memory of Adrian’s voice whispering, mine, made her shiver with more than pain.The space beside her was empty. She blinked, her chest tightening with the sudden absence. Adrian was always there looming, controlling, omnipresent. To wake up without him watching her, touching her, sent a pang of unease through her.She pulled the sheet around herself and slipped out of bed. The mansion was quiet, save for the faint murmur of voices down the hall. She padded softly toward the sound, heart thrumming with both curiosity and nerves.As she approached, she recognized Adrian’s voice—low, hard, edged with the same darkness he’d shown at the meeting. Another voice joi