Page 48 of Ruthless Dream

She’d spread her legs. Had goaded me into this. It was supposed to be a hate fuck.

I’ve just taken Adeline Akatov’s virginity, and her father is one room over.

“Fuck,” I curse.

Her fingers curl around my shoulders, keeping me from pulling away.

It takes monumental effort to stay still. To not hurt her.

“Move,” she demands, in a tiny voice.

“Adeline,” I warn. We’re both shaking, vibrating with need and horror.

“Move.” She pulls me toward her, her cheek on my chest.

But she doesn’t get to hide.

I force her chin up, making her meet my eye.

“Adeline,” I say again. Her chin wobbles. “Princess.”

Her eyes flash at the nickname. “I said, fucking move.”

I thrust into her, her lips parting. I delicately cup her cheek, but my hips move faster and faster, working into her. I watch as the sensation falls over her, her pupils dilating.

“Just like that,” I praise softly when she begins to move her hips on her own. Rolling her hips, leaning into the feeling. “Good girl, princess.”

She bites on her lip but isn’t able to stifle her little whimpers. It’s my pleasure watching Adeline crack. Her back arches, and for a second we’re just a man and woman needing one another instead of two bickering people upset at our respective family members.

“Ciaran,” she breathes.

“I’ll take care of you,” I promise, and I mean it. The world might shit on me because they think I’m nothing, but I can take care of this princess. I can be the perfect boyfriend she thinks she needs.

Her breathing shallows, her head rolling back. My fingers trail down her skin, finding her clit, toying with her. I’m rewarded when her mouth drops open, her chest heaving.

I apply more pressure, my hips slamming into her, and she clenches around me. I’m so fucking thankful because I can’t wait any longer.

Her breath catches, her body stiffening as I come inside her, the first man to ever fill her cunt.

CHAPTER 11

Adeline

Icouldn’t move after Ciaran came inside me, so he untangled our bodies. Girls are supposed to like it when men whisper sweet little things, but I found it odd, him being nice.

I guess that’s indicative of how fucked up I am. Not expecting kindness.

But I was too distracted by the sensation of his cum dripping down my thighs. He grabbed my phone, already knowing my passcode, and texted the guards to pull my car around. Then he smoothed my dress down and wrapped his suit jacket around my shoulders.

When I pulled it tight, it only sort of hid the bloodstain blooming right at the crotch.

“Adeline.” He ran a hand down my back, soothingly. “Hey.”

I blinked up at him. He’s got these big brown eyes, but until that moment I don’t think he’s ever really looked at me. Rather just around me. Like at the restaurant when he kept eyeing the important businessman. When we first got here tonight, he’d scanned the room while talking to me.

For a second, in the dim light of the alcove, his warm eyes swim with worry.

“Adeline.”