All Chapters of His Dark Asset (R18): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The head brushed my lower lip, hot, smooth and so much more real than anything I'd imagined.I jerked back instinctively."I said open!” His grip in my hair became painful.I forced my mouth wider, my jaw protesting, and he pushed inside.The girth stretched my lips painfully as he slid deeper, the head hitting the back of my throat before I could even register the invasion.I gagged, saliva spilling over my chin.The taste hit me immediately, salty, musky and foreign, coating my tongue.I didn't know what to do, so I just kept my tongue flat and tried not to gag as he slid deeper.Too deep.I choked, my throat closing around him, and pulled back with a strangled cough.Tears sprang to my eyes as I gasped for air."Again," he commanded roughly."I can't—"He didn't wait for me to finish. His fingers tightened, yanking my hair harder, pulling my scalp taut, forcing me to take more and thrust back into my mouth, harder this time.Each jab was brutal, his hips snapping forward with a rhy

ADRIANThe quiet in his office was suffocating.He sat behind the mahogany desk, his fingers pressed hard at his temples as blood thundered in his ears.His breathing was still shallow, his throat tight.The lingering scent of her refused to leave the room, clinging to his clothes, his hands, his skin.He looked down at his thumb. The ghost of her lips, warm and trembling around it, burned into his nerve endings.What the hell am I doing?He had dragged her into a public washroom like a brute. He had used her mouth to quiet his own roaring insecurities, taking out his rage over Pierce on a girl who barely knew how to handle him.He’d seen the tears in her eyes, felt the raw scrape of her teeth, listened to her choke and instead of stopping, it had pushed him over the edge.He had wanted to mark her so thoroughly that no other man’s voice would ever resonate in her head again.It wasn't just desire anymore, it was a sickness.With a harsh flick of his wrist, he keyed the console on his

VERITYWe settled around the low table of the private zashiki room.The air was rich with the delicate aromas of steamed dashi, toasted sesame, and fresh cypress wood.Smooth, hand-carved cedar chopsticks and white ceramic rests sat before each setting alongside gold-trimmed lacquered bowls.Almost immediately, two servers in traditional silk kimonos glided silently into the room, sliding back the shoji screen to serve small, elegant porcelain cups of warm Junmai Daiginjo sake, followed by an elaborate spread of first-course otsumami—thinly sliced amberjack sashimi draped over shaved ice, shimmering under sweet soy glaze, alongside tiny mounds of vibrant, hand-grated fresh wasabi root.Honjou-san picked up his delicate sake cup, leaning forward eagerly as he adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses. "We read about your victory in the Meridian case, Sutherland-san. A forty-two billion dollar settlement. Extraordinary.""And the Hoffman trial," Tsukumo-san added, reaching for a piece of amberja

The heavy vehicle swerved smoothly to the shoulder of the dark road.Adrian suddenly gripped my waist and dragged me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him.He shoved the silk of my dress high around my hips, his hands digging into my bare thighs and forcing them wide.I felt the rigid, straining length of him pressing through his suit pants.A low groan tore from his throat as his hips bucked upward into mine.His hand slipped between us, tearing the lace panties aside with a sharp rip that echoed in the quiet cabin.Without warning, he drove one finger deep inside me.I cried out, my hands fisting his jacket and my spine arching into his chest."You've been dripping for me all night," he growled in my ear, finding my center and circling his thumb with a ruthless, driving rhythm. "You want me. Say it.""I want you," I sobbed, beyond shame, beyond pride.Adrian’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat.Then his mouth descended.His teeth scraped over my

Heat flooded my face, hot, blinding, and suffocating.For a terrifying, agonizing moment, the solid floor beneath my heels felt like it was dissolving.Every wretched memory from my past rose up in a dark, choking wave to drag me under.The vicious whispers in the hallways of my old high school, the constant, grinding degradation of poverty, and worst of all, the heavy, deadened look in my father's eyes whenever he stared down at me—treating me not like a daughter, but like stubborn dirt beneath the soles of his boots that he just couldn't quite scrape away.The humiliation pressed down on my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs until I couldn't draw a proper breath.My vision blurred at the edges as a cold panic prickled over my skin.And all around us, the crowd of spectators stared.They were like wolves circling a wounded animal. Some of them jeered softly behind cupped hands, their laughter low and cruel, while others stood openly smiling at my pain, savoring the spectacle of