His Dark Asset (R18)의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

VERITYThe crack of a leather crop striking the padded bench inches from my ear sounded like a gunshot.The sharp thwack made the air shudder.I froze for a fraction of a second, genuine terror lancing through me, but I forced myself to crane my neck around, glaring up at him through the loose strands of my hair with as much hatred as I could muster.Adrian stood over me, his white shirt strained across his broad shoulders, his chest heaving. In his free hand, he held a short, heavy leather crop, the tip resting on the back of my thigh, right where the split of my skirt had ridden up to expose bare skin.His eyes burned with an all-consuming hunger—a man intoxicated by my resistance."Last chance." The leather tip traced a slow, burning line up toward the edge of my lace panties. "Yield."My throat was tight and my hands were shaking. Every instinct screamed at me to submit, to survive, to make this stop.But I looked the monster straight in his hollow eyes, tasted the blood on my spl

VERITYAdrian's face contorted with fury.His fingers tangled savagely into my hair, yanking my face forward, tilting my chin up so abruptly that my lips parted to draw breath."You want to play that game?" he growled. "Fine. I'll remind you exactly what you are!"With that, he drove inside.The intrusion was immediate, ruthless, and consuming.The sheer girth stretched my jaw to an agonizing limit, the blunt head driving deep into the sensitive hollow of my throat before my body could even brace.My gag reflex fired instantly, a violent convulsion that shook my entire frame.I couldn't breathe.Panic flooded my system.My hands flew up, shoving hard at his thighs, trying desperately to push him back, to create space, to breathe.Adrian didn't budge.A wild, desperate thought crossed my mind.I wanted so badly to sink my teeth down, to hurt him, to make him stop. But the moment the intention flickered through my consciousness, his free hand clamped down on my jaw with brutal force."Do

VERITY"Please…" I whimpered, not sure what I was begging for anymore.Adrian’s fingers scissored inside me, stretching me wider, and instead of screaming in pain, I moaned. Long, low and desperate.My wetness increased, coating his fingers, making obscene sounds as he pumped them in and out.I hated myself. Hated how good it felt. Hated how my body was responding to him."Your mouth says one thing but your body tells the truth.” Adrian chuckled.Another moan tore from my throat as his fingers hit that spot again.My hips bucked, grinding shamelessly on his hand, and I couldn't stop them.I was panting now.My breath came in short, desperate gasps.The pleasure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.His thumb found my clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make me see stars."Oh god," I gasped. "Oh god, oh god..."My legs were shaking, tense and twitching, trying to find something solid to hold onto. Everything felt raw and too warm.Then Adrian pulled his finge

Adrian shifted his weight, and the new angle drew a fresh scream from my throat.My breasts smashed into the bench with each impact until my nipples felt raw from the friction.The sweat pooling at the small of my back made every touch, every movement feel amplified.I tried to pull my mind out of my body, to escape, but he was everywhere. Inside me, above me, wrapped around me, branding me with his hands, teeth and cock.I could feel his pulse, the hot, steady hammer of his heart, and in a moment of clarity I wondered if I could time my breaths to it, use it to predict his rhythm, regain some scrap of control."You're a monster." My voice was shredded, barely more than a rasp. "You're not even human."Adrian didn't deny it. He grinned, baring his teeth, and pressed his mouth to my ear."You made me this way."I almost laughed. Instead, I spat blood onto the bench, all the defiance I could muster, and promised myself I'd kill him if he ever untied me.Adrian seemed to sense the though

ADRIANSilence was usually his sanctuary. Tonight, it felt like an interrogation.Adrian sat on the edge of the mattress, forearms resting heavily on his knees, staring down at the woman unconscious in his bed.Verity hadn't stirred in an hour. Her breathing was shallow, a faint, rhythmic rise and fall on the dark charcoal sheets, making the marks across her pale skin stand out in brutal contrast.His hands shook.Adrian clenched them into fists, driving his fingernails into his palms until the sharp bite of pain broke through the static in his head.It did nothing to drown out the reality of what he'd just done.He'd lost control.His gaze swept over the evidence of his own savagery.This hadn't been about asserting authority.Adrian hadn't used that room to maintain control. He'd taken her because she'd stood in his office, bared her teeth, and stripped away every illusion he'd spent two years building.She'd seen right through the circus with Isabelle. She'd called him a coward, an