บททั้งหมดของ His Dark Asset (R18): บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The first touch of his tongue on my clit made me scream. It wasn't a soft sound; it was a guttural, honest cry of shock and sudden, piercing pleasure.The cold marble of the kitchen counter bit into my lower back, a sharp contrast to the feverish heat radiating from between my thighs.I felt like I was in a dream.I was pinned, exposed and trembling, my breath coming in shallow hitches.Adrian knelt between my legs, his presence a heavy, dominant weight that seemed to swallow the air in the room.I had never felt this kind of vulnerability, this raw openness, but as he looked up at me with those dark, predatory eyes, I didn't want to hide. I wanted to be devoured.He leaned into me, his tongue dragging a long, slow, wet stripe from my soaking entrance up to the sensitive bundle of nerves.The friction was electric… a searing line of heat that made my hips jerk instinctively.Then, without warning, he closed his lips around me, sucking my clit deep into his mouth with a firm, rhythmic

ADRIANFifteen minutes.That's how long it took Adrian to drive from his penthouse to her apartment, and every second felt like an eternity.Adrian had spent the drive recalling those photos she'd sent.Verity in her tank top and pajama pants. Then just the tank top and underwear. Then finally, that last image of her in nothing but black lace, her body on full display for him.His cock had been rock-hard since the first photo arrived, straining painfully in his jeans as he imagined peeling those clothes off her himself.Adrian had jerked off twice in the shower before the photos, trying to take the edge off, but it hadn't helped. Nothing helped.The addiction that usually drove him to seek relief elsewhere had been completely overridden by his obsession with her.He wanted Verity. Only Verity.When she opened the door, dressed in jeans and a sweater like he'd instructed, Adrian felt a surge of dark satisfaction.She'd obeyed even though he knew she'd been half-naked just minutes befor

Monday morning stripped away the illusion.I stepped into the lobby of Sutherland & Associates at 7:45 AM.The weekend was a blur of Adrian’s hands and the quiet, terrifying realization that I had walked right into his snare. Worse, if he had asked for everything, I would have handed it over without a fight.Shame burned in the back of my throat. I wasn't supposed to be this weak.I’d spent my life surviving—dodging my father's drunken temper, working double shifts just to keep the electricity on, never having the time or safety for a boyfriend. Yet here I was, completely unraveling for a man who owned the building and treated women like disposable assets.What if I was just a game to him? What if he only wanted to take my virginity and toss me aside the second the novelty wore off?The sick part was knowing exactly why I couldn't walk away.When you grow up starved for basic affection, even a predator's attention feels like a warm blanket.Adrian had banished me to the basement on my

The silence that followed was deafening.Adrian stood facing the doors, his back to me and his hands still in his pockets.His shoulders were rigid and his spine straight. Every line of his body radiated fury.I opened my mouth to speak, to explain, to apologize for something I wasn't even sure I'd done wrong. However, no words came out.The elevator climbed in tense silence.When the doors finally opened to the executive floor, Adrian stepped out without a word.I followed, clutching the coffee bags like a lifeline.Margaret looked up from her desk and her ice-blue eyes widened slightly as she took in Adrian's expression. Even she, who'd worked with him for six years, looked momentarily unsettled.Adrian didn't acknowledge her. He simply walked past her desk and disappeared into his office.The door closed with a soft, controlled click that was somehow more terrifying than any show of violence.I stood frozen in the middle of the floor, unsure of what to do."Miss Monroe. Mr. Sutherl

I arrived at the company earlier than usual.The morning rush hadn't started yet, and the marble-floored space was nearly empty except for the security guard at the desk and Adrian.He stood by the elevator, the one reserved for him.His charcoal suit was impeccable, the fabric so dark it was almost black, tailored to perfection across his broad shoulders and trim waist.His crisp white shirt was buttoned all the way up today, his tie, a deep burgundy that matched the color of my blouse, knotted with military precision.His raven-black hair was styled back from his forehead, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. High cheekbones, strong jaw, the cruel beauty of his mouth.He looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine. Like he owned the world.When his eyes landed on me, he went still.His eyes, so black they looked like endless voids, dragged over the crimson silk, lingering on the way the fabric clung to my breasts, then traveled down the curve of the skirt that hugged my hips, an