Lahat ng Kabanata ng In His Sheets: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

He drew out of me with a heavy, ragged sigh, his hand lingering on the curve of my hip as he looked down at my flushed, slick skin. I lay back against the black silk pillows, completely breathless, my thighs trembling as the lingering waves of our climax slowly settled into a warm, heavy ache deep in my gut. "Come on, sunshine," Adrian rasped, his voice still thick and low. Without waiting for me to answer, he slipped his broad arms under my back and knees, lifting me easily off the bed. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, resting my forehead against the damp hollow of his throat as he carried me past our mess and into the adjoining bathroom. It was a cavernous space of dark grey slate and polished chrome. Adrian stepped straight into the walk-in glass shower, switching on the overhead rainfall spout. Steaming water cascaded down, hitting my back and splashing over our tangled bodies. I shivered at the sudden temperature change, but the warmth quickly s

I yanked my arm back from Adrian’s grip with every ounce of strength I had, tearing myself free from his hold. "Elsie!" I gasped out, my voice cracking with absolute panic. I didn't look back at Adrian. I turned on my heel and sprinted down the corridor after her, my heart hammering violently against my ribs. Elsie had dropped the wooden tray—the sound of shattering glass and rolling fruit echoing off the stone walls behind me—and was retreating fast toward the main foyer, her shoulders shaking with violent, ragged sobs. "Elsie, please wait! Stop, please!" I pleaded, catching up to her at the foot of the grand staircase. I reached out, desperately grabbing her sleeve. "Please, just let me explain!" Elsie whipped around, and the girl standing before me was completely unrecognizable. The soft, sweet, innocent friend who had welcomed me with open arms was gone. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated hate. The gentle warmth I had known w

MARA "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to pull my threadbare cardigan tighter around my shoulders. "You weren't supposed to be here until next week." "When you decided to stop answering my calls, darling, I thought it would be fun to drop by and pay my girlfriend a little visit," Julian said, his tone dripping with smooth, venomous warmth. "Julian, please. I've had a long morning, and I really don't want to talk about this now," I pleaded, gesturing vaguely toward my face. The cold ocean air stung my cheek, a constant, throbbing reminder of Elsie’s hand and the complete disaster my life had become. Julian took a slow step off the weathered wood of the pier, his leather shoes crunching on the wet gravel. He reached out, his long fingers catching my chin with a light, almost gentle touch that sent a shiver of pure revulsion down my spine. He tilted my head to the side, inspecting the angry red stain on my skin. "Mmm... looks like the high-s

His broad hands slid under the hem of my apron, bunching the fabric up past my hips until my bare, exposed thighs rested against his broad shoulders. I gripped the wooden edge of the desk, my knuckles white, my breathing coming in ragged, terrified gasps as Adrian pushed my knees further apart. "Adrian, wait—someone could walk in—" "Let them," he growled low, his dark baritone vibrating straight against my inner thigh as he pressed a hot, lingering kiss to the delicate skin just above my knee. "Let the whole damn house hear what belongs to me." He didn't wait for another plea. Adrian buried his face between my thighs, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive center a fraction of a second before his tongue made direct, wet contact. A sharp, breathless scream ripped from my throat. My back arched off the mahogany desk, my fingers twisting wildly into the collar of his crisp white shirt as he began a slow, punishing lick upward, tasting every drop of slick heat I was alrea

The cool night air hit my bare skin as Adrian finally loosened his grip, allowing me to slide down from the edge of the desk. My legs felt like lead, trembling under the weight of everything that had just happened. Adrian gave my hips one last possessive squeeze before stepping away into the adjoining private bathroom to wash up, leaving the heavy oak door slightly ajar. The moment the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, I scrambled across the rug to snatch my phone off the carpet. The screen lit up with three text notifications and a vibrating incoming call from the name that made my blood run cold: Julian. I swiped the screen with trembling fingers, pressing the phone to my ear as I backed toward the heavy velvet drapes. "Mara, where the hell are you?" Julian’s voice was a sharp, dangerous whisper through the receiver. "You were supposed to send the updated server logs half an hour ago. I'm waiting at the north dock." "I can't talk right now, Julian," I sa