"You think I'm done with you?" His voice was hoarse, raw filled with lust."Not even close."
Her heart pounded in her ears. She should have been afraid. But the ache between her thighs screamed for him again, even through it sting.
Adrian grabbed her hips and dragged her closer, spreading her legs wide. Without warning, he plunged back into her, deeper this time, stretching her to the limit.
She cried out, arching off the sheets. "Ahhhhhhh!"
He silenced her with his mouth, kissing her roughly as he pounded into her with ruthless rhythm. The sound of skin against skin, wet and raw, filled the air. The bed rocked violently beneath them.
This is shameless of me. "but please go deeper and Harder," she gasped, surprising even herself.
Adrian's eyes darkened further, lips curling in a feral smirk. "You want more hun, I'm gonna fuck you so good, You'll regret asking for that."
And then he gave it to her, slamming into her again and again until she screamed, clutching the sheets as her body convulsed around him. Her orgasm hit so hard she thought she'd black out, but he didn't stop. He followed her over the edge, roaring as he spilled inside her, thrusts deep and claiming.
Her body trembled, sweat dripping down her temples. But before she could recover, Adrian rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up.
"Round three, things this time doggy." he growled, his voice a mix of hunger and command.
She gasped in protest, weak and overstimulated. "I-I can't, I'm tired"
"Yes, you can," he rasped, sliding into her from behind.
She cried out again, the new angle deeper, rougher, hitting spots that made her toes curl and her cries turn into broken moans.
Adrian gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he thrust mercilessly, his other hand clutching her hip like he'd never let go.
"You feel that?" he growled against her ear. "You're mine. Every part of you. Mine."
Her cries echoed, muffled against the sheets, as he drove her into the mattress until her body gave in again, shuddering through another release that left her legs shaking.
When he finally collapsed beside her, both of them drenched in sweat, the room reeked of sex and heat. She lay there, ruined, marked, barely able to breathe. Her body ached everywhere, yet a strange, dangerous satisfaction hummed in her chest.
In another room of the HOTEL,Clara lay tangled in silk sheets, her body pressed against Marcus, Elena's supposed fiancé. Her laughter was breathless, satisfied.
"We did it," she whispered, her voice dripping with venomous joy. "By now, the little virgin must be ruined. I paid those men to take turns with her all night."
Marcus smirked, stroking her bare skin. "Good. She's out of the way. And now, tomorrow, I stand with you instead. Your father will have no choice."
Clara's lips curved in triumph. "She'll be destroyed. And no one will want her again."
Her laughter echoed through the night, unaware that Elena was not with strangers at all, but with the man who would one day upend their entire world.
Elena stirred awake slowly, her body aching all over. For a moment, she couldn't place where she was. The sheets beneath her felt heavy, expensive. The faint scent of cologne clung to the air.
She blinked at the unfamiliar room. "Where… am I?"
What I'm I doing here"?
"Oh my gosh, I'm late for my wedding "
Then her gaze shifted and her heart stopped.
Blood.
Streaks of red stained the crisp white sheets beneath her trembling body. Her thighs ached, her skin marked, her lips swollen.
"No… no, this can't be." Her hands shook violently as she clutched the sheets to her chest. "What happened to me?"
Memories crashed back, heat, hands on her body, desperate mouths devouring her. A stranger's voice in her ear. The ache deep inside her told her it hadn't been a dream.
Her stomach lurched. And just then
The door burst open.
"Elena!" her stepmother's shrill voice cut through the silence. Vivian strode in, followed by Clara and then her father.
Elena froze, eyes wide, her bare shoulders trembling under the sheets.
Her father's gaze fell on the bed, thenon the blood, on the evidence of her lost innocence. His face darkened with rage and shame.
"You… you have brought shame to me," he thundered. His voice shook the walls. "Do you know the guests are waiting in the hall, and this is how I find you? In bed,on your wedding day?"
Elena's eyes filled with tears. "Father, no, please—it's not what you think! I don't know what happened, I swear. Clara, yes Clara was the last person I saw"
Vivian cut in with venom. "So what are you saying? That my daughter Clara, slept with you? Oh, please, stop pretending! I told you, Richard. I told you this girl was not the innocent little angel you thought. Look at her now, your so-called pure daughter, ruined and shameless!"
Elena shook her head frantically, clutching the sheets tighter. "No! I didn't do this willingly, I was tricked"
"Tricked my foot, you were also tricked in spreading your legs like chicken wings right?". Clara said.
"Just stop laying already we caught you red handed." Her mother followed.
The door opened again, and Marcus entered, already dressed in his suit. His face twisted in disgust.
"Elena." His voice dripped with scorn. "I didn't even touch you once before our wedding night, and you… you went to another man? On our wedding night?" His words stabbed like knives. "You are shameless and disgusting."
"Marcus, please, let me explain" she choked, her tears falling freely.
But Clara was quicker. She rushed to their father, her eyes shimmering with fake innocence.
"Father, please. The guests can't wait any longer. We can't let the family lose face like this. Let me.. let me take Elena's place. I can be the bride. At least the union between our families won't be ruined."
Elena's blood ran cold. "No!" she cried, crawling forward on the bed. "Father, please don't let her! Don't do this to me, I swear I didn't betray you!"
Her father's face was hard, torn between fury and shame. He looked at her once again, broken, trembling, begging. Then looked away.
"You've made your choice, Elena," he said coldly. "Now I'll make mine. I can't let the family lose face."
And with that, he turned his back on her… while Clara smirked, victorious.