Picture Of Adrien Agreste Novels & Stories

He kept grinding through the aftershocks, holding Adrian close, unwilling to separate. They stayed like that for a long while, joined and breathing together as the Mediterranean sun rose higher. Later that morning, they walked through the lush garden hand in hand, Luca’s arm eventually settling possessively around Adrian’s waist. The scent of blooming jasmine and sea salt filled the air. Adrian leaned into him, relaxed and radiant. “The gallery opening in Rome next month is already sold out,” Adrian said, a proud smile playing on his lips. “Your portrait series is the star attraction. People are calling it my most intimate work yet.”

Her back arched off the bed, hips grinding against her hand as she pictured his smirk, his voice commanding her to come. "Elena." The sound of her name, low and real, jolted her upright. Her hand froze, heart slamming against her ribs. The door creaked open, and there he was—Adrian, silhouetted in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. He was still shirtless, his sweatpants riding low on his hips, the bulge in them unmistakable even in the dim light. His hair was tousled, as if he'd been running his hands through it, and his eyes... those dark, hungry eyes locked onto her with predatory intent.

I wanted to see the man he was when he was commanding his empire, and more than anything, I wanted to meet the people who had kept him alive when I couldn't. The sun was just beginning its slow descent, casting a warm, honey-colored light across the outdoor terrace. Adrian was sitting at the teak table, a glass of the dark Barolo wine sweating against the wood next to a sleek, encrypted laptop. He was wearing a fresh white linen shirt, the top three buttons undone, looking every bit the sophisticated titan. His eyes were locked on the screen, his jaw set in a hard, professional line as he scanned a set of corporate logistics reports. Even when he was working, he was breathtaking.

Within moments, Adriano joins her, undressing quickly to join her in the water. She bites her lips when she sees him naked and fully erect. Adriano is a mature man, but quite attractive and sensual, with a well-toned body maintained through daily exercises. It doesn't even seem like he's 15 years older. "Non è giusto, amore mio. Mi farai impazzire” (It's not fair, my love. You'll drive me crazy), he whispers in her ear as he pulls her onto his lap in the water. They kiss again there. Adriano eagerly traces her naked body, as if he wants to explore and discover her most intimate places, to possess her completely until he is satisfied.

Maybe it just has wedding pictures or old vacation videos of him and Elena. But I flipped open the small side screen anyway and pressed play on the most recent file. I was just going to take a look at the pics or videos in it. ​The screen flickered to life, and the hope in my chest, the expectation of a wedding pic, was instantly, brutally crushed. It was a dark visual, illuminated only by a faint, neon-blue light, but I could tell who the people in it were almost right away. It was unmistakable. I watched in absolute horror as the camera captured Adrian's body pinning Lisa against a chest of drawers, his cock ruthlessly driving into her from behind.

Right when I took the last sip, a sudden voice made me choke on the water. "Can I get some water too, please?" Coughing, I turned around to see Adrien drenched in sweat. He wore a black gym vest and green pants that had my eyes lingering over his muscular arms. His chest heaved on a higher pace and sweat dripping from his wet hair under a black cap, to his neck, made me gulp hard. Maybe he was back from a jog or gym. "Did I startle you?" He asked and I realized that I had stopped coughing.

Swifter than lightning, Adrian turns to me and gives me a bow that has him almost eating the carpet. “I apologize to be the one to bear this news Your Majesty,” he sputters in rapid Spanish. I arch an eyebrow at him and the urge to laugh grows within me, that is until he readjusts into an upright position and walks to me with a picture in hand. “What is that Aries?” I ask in Spanish. “I’m sorry Your Majesty, this is what the palace surveillance cameras picked up from last week's ball.” He bows one more time before handing me the photograph.

To my surprise, Maxen abruptly pulled back his hand while grinning from ear to ear. I looked at Adrian and he has that hard expression on his face. What's his problem anyway? "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Miss Novell. I saw you in one of my friends' fashion show months ago. I wanted to approach you that time but it looked to me that you were busy with your boyfriend" Adrian snapped his head to my direction. His eyes were looking at me like he was asking me if that was true. I forced a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Argueza but I think you had the wrong idea. Maxime is just a friend"

Just another fabricated headline trying to stir gossip around a man like Adrian Blackwood. But now… Now he clicked in again. The photo loaded slowly. Dim garage lighting. A sleek car in the background. The CEO, Adrian, in a perfectly tailored suit—his hand cradling a woman’s face, kissing her with a hunger that made the moment look painfully private. Mike zoomed in. The shadows didn’t help. The woman’s face was partially obscured, half-turned away from the camera. But the details started to stack up. The curve of her jaw. The length of her hair. The slender fingers curled around Adrian’s collar.

he said quietly, his voice carrying that low command she’d come to recognize — not cruel, but absolute. Elena slipped into the passenger seat as Adrien started the engine. The headlights stayed off until they were far from the gates. Only when the mansion disappeared behind the trees did he allow a single breath to escape his lungs. “Adrien,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who took that picture of me?” “I don’t know,” he replied, eyes fixed on the road. “But whoever it was… they were close. Too close.” “Could it be Alessandro?” Adrien’s jaw clenched. “He wouldn’t send a warning. He’d send a bullet.”