She shrinks into her seat and it takes but a second for him to lose his shit. He blinks once and his feet are moving. With the second blink, he finds Derrick’s collar clenched in his fists and he’s eye to eye with Derrick.
“GUYS!” Stella yells out but it doesn’t deter the inevitable.
Blows are being traded until he and Derrick land on the floor, rolling this way and that.
Derrick has never been able to take him before but his twin is putting up one hell of a fucking fight right now. Maybe Derrick has been holding back all this time.
He can hear both Ariana and Stella yelling at them to stop but it’s merely garbled whispers that didn’t quite make it through the haze of fury at the moment.
“Please?! Stop!” he hears Ariana pleading somewhere in the background.
It makes no difference.
Derrick is pissed the fuck off. Maybe he’s right to be.
He’s just as pissed off at what Ariana pulled too and not just because she’d almost gotten caught but she’d put herself in harm’s way for no fucking reason.
When hands finally separate them, he and Derrick stand face to face, huffing, and bleeding. They’ve gone to blows before. Nothing this serious since high school though but his twin has earned an ass beating for scolding Ariana as if she were a child.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The strike of his leather belt comes swiftly just like the three before it. Her teeth bite down deeper into his tie and she deeply inhales at the lashing but doesn’t pull on the restraints around her wrists.
With each of his lashes, her trembling subsides a little more. Each time his leather belt came in contact with her bare ass, she’s pulled away from the darkness and back into reality. Back to him. She’d been a mess since the cottage and Adam is pulling her out. Again.
She winces at his last strike. Five in total. She can still feel his anger vibrating from behind her. She can’t begin to imagine what he might be thinking.
Derrick was right. One thoughtless moment of weakness could have cost the Kings their whole family. And she knew, Isabella would be vindictive enough to make sure ALL of the Kings met with repercussions had she been caught with Kings’ men inside that cottage.
She deserved this punishment.
“Do you know what could have happened to you? If they’d found you?” His question surprises her.
She knows he cares but never thought her well-being would come before the safety of his family.
She doesn’t answer…because she can’t. There’s a tie gagging her.
The bed dips behind her and his hands are on her hips. His body isn’t touching hers. She feels him leaning forward, his forehead resting on the back of her head. His warm hands caressing the burn of his lashes on her skin. It’s soothing in its own way.
“I would have stopped at nothing to get you back,” he says near her ear before he unties the tie from around her. He also yanks the knot of the restraints around her wrists, freeing them.
“I’m sorry,” she immediately turns and tells him.
Their eyes connect and his is a bottomless pit of misery. His misery settles its weight down at the bottom of her stomach. His lips purse as if to say something but he seals them quickly. His eyes trace down the length of her face, resting on her clavicle and his fingers trace up her naked flesh until he holds one bead of the pearls around her neck.
“You are mine, Ariana. You got off easy this time even though you don’t deserve it. I won’t tolerate this. Is that understood?”
She nods.
“Use your words,” he demands.
“Yes, sir.”
His lips cross the distance and seal her fate with a kiss that makes her both float and sink at the same time. It’s heaven on earth. It’s hell’s fire. It’s every emotion spilling into what’s growing between them.
When he abruptly ends the kiss, she sways on her knees, sinking back on her haunches on top of the lush bed. She tries to catch her breath and makes sure her heart hasn’t stopped beating. She can smell her arousal circling the air around her. Her clit throbs as proof of how much she wants him.
Adam strips naked and climbs in bed, throwing the sheets and covers back as he lies down.
Her eyes roam over this taut muscles, over his immaculate tatted flanks in perfect blends and shades, until her gaze rests on his rigid cock. It’s as beautiful as the rest of him.
He doesn’t say a word as she admires his perfection.
She crawls over his legs, his eyes locking on hers in approval. She wants nothing more than his approval after her fuck up tonight.
She feels the muscles of his thighs flex underneath her grip. They tighten and get tauter when her tongue travels from the base of his magnificent cock to his tip where she wraps her lips around his head and twirls her tongue.
His rough grip of her hair tells her he’s very pleased.
But he doesn’t let her feast on him long.
Without a word, he pulls on her hair, directing her to climb him.
She’s more than happy to oblige. She looked forward to the punishment not only to ease her demon’s cravings but she knew her craving for Adam King will be sated as well. She still should have thought twice about what she’d done. Now isn’t the time to think about that though.
Adam helps her settle on the length of him. His thumb circled her clit and she gushes, making it too easy to slide over him. She’s sitting on top of him and he’s fully seated inside of her.
No other feelings matter at this very moment. Just their two hearts beating as one melody.
She rocks on him and he doesn’t say a word but encourages her to move at her pace by the way his hands are firmly holding her each time she moves on him.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Tension releases a little more every time she comes down on him until she’s grinding on him, chasing her orgasm. Needing to see the fractals of colors and starbursts. Needing to feel the warmth wash over her from head to toe.
Adam sits up, his arms lock her in place around her waist as he rocks in sync with her.
“I’m coming. I’m coming,” she can’t help but chant.
Feeling the rumbling from his chest beneath her palm sets off the fireworks. She tosses her head back in her moment of ecstasy and Adam immediately swoops in. Kissing her throat. Licking her neck.
He rolls their bodies so that he’s nestled nicely in between her legs and places a gentle kiss to her temple.
“Sleep,” he tells her.
He immediately pulls out of her.
“Adam—”
“It’s been a long night,” he replies before pulling the sheet over her naked body.
Then he does something that he’s never done to her before. He turns onto his side, turning his back to her.
This is her true punishment.
He may have brought her euphoric pleasure but he denied himself that. She knows it can be physically painful for a man.
Why would he do that? To tell her how disappointed he is yet her needs were still put before his feelings.
And that disappointment cuts her like a knife.
She’d fucked up and it settles on her how badly she’d fucked up. The two dead bodies didn’t do that. But Adam’s turned back tells her in bold red letters that she’d fucked up.