Page 78 of Ruthless Dream

She’s clay in my hands, letting me slam into her over and over again. I bite her tits, sucking one into my mouth. She tears at my hair, but her pussy clamps as she tumbles into oblivion.

I continue to play with her body, thrusting in and out. Her head rolls, her mouth falling open, and then just the realization that she’s my perfect rag doll has me coming. When I slide out of her, I force my cum back into her pussy, her muscles twitching as I do so.

She whines when I force her to use the bathroom, but I don’t have time to hear her bitching about a UTI. I clean her off quickly and tuck her back into bed.

Then I press a kiss to her lips. “Good night, princess.”

Adeline twists and curls in her sleep, whimpering like she’s got a bad dream.

In my sleep, I reach a hand out, but before I make contact, she flies from the bed. The sheets whip away, the cold night air slapping my skin. The bathroom door slams shut while I’m left blinking.

“Ad-Adeline?” I rub sleep from my face, nearly tripping over the sheets. She’s locked the damn door. “Princess, what’s wrong?”

There’s the sharp noise of the toilet lid.

“Adeline?” I knock.

“Go away!” she orders.

“Adeline.”

There’s the unmistakable noise and smell of her sickness.

“Princess, let m⁠—”

“Get the fuck away!” she orders, heaving after each word.

I scrub my face. “Is there⁠—”

“Now!”

I grab my phone and see that it’s only midnight. We’d only been asleep a couple of hours. I walk into the living room, landing on the sofa. She retches again while I lie there, staring up at the ceiling. The clock ticks away, and the bathroom door remains firmly shut.

“Adeline?” I softly ask, knocking on the door again. “What do you need?”

“Please just go away.”

I know there’s nothing that can be done until it’s out of her system, but the weak chords of her words pluck at me.

I mope around the flat, my stomach twisting. Is she meant to sound so violent when she pukes? I crack open a window, allowing fresh air into the flat. I check emails because it seems wrong to sleep. The sky lightens to a gray, the storm clouds thick. It’s only when most people are getting up that a hush descends on the flat, a static calm pressing over my eyes.

A bang on my front door has me blinking awake again. I run a hand through messy hair, my gaze going toward the bedroom where the bathroom door is still firmly locked. Adeline’s been quiet the past two hours, but the last time I checked on her, I’d gotten a watery plea to leave her alone.

The banging on the door is insistent, the noise cutting through the oppressive sleep clinging to me. My phone says it’s almost nine, further messing me up. I’m never at home during this time. I shuffle toward the door, peering out the peephole.

I swing it open before I think better. Gia Akatov stares at my naked torso, her eyes scanning the ink curling around my ribcage.

Thank fuck I’d put on sweats at some point during the night, when it felt wrong to pace around naked.

But admittedly, being fully clothed in front of Adeline’s mother would have been ideal.

“Did she call you?” I ask, running a hand through my hair again.

Gia has a strange look on her face. Her brown eyes are almost the exact shade of Adeline’s. Her hair is perfectly blown out, and her clothes, while casual, are tailored and expensive. She angles her head when I speak, her lips pursed.

My question merely makes her eyes narrow. Beside her are two armed guards, and they have no intentions of fading into the background like Adeline usually prefers.

I step back from the door. Gia’s steps are controlled, measured. She is coiled tight, staring at me like I’m prey. The moment she’s in the living room, she stops. Studying the room, there’s a question on her face.