Page 48 of His Dark Desires

Daniel grunts in response, his tongue working furiously now. He adds a third finger, scissoring them to stretch me open. His tongue flicks my clit relentlessly, his lips sucking and kissing.

My body finally starts to respond, a faint tingle building deep within me. I bite my lip, willing the sensation to grow. Daniel senses the change and redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking against me.

The tingle builds, spreading outward from my core. My breath quickens, and my hips buck involuntarily. I can feel the pleasure coiling tighter, ready to snap and send me spiraling into oblivion.

Daniel senses it too, his fingers curling just right, his tongue relentless. I'm on the edge, teetering on the precipice of release.

And then, just as I'm about to fall, it slips away. The pleasure recedes, leaving me hovering on the brink, unfulfilled. I whimper in frustration, my hands tightening in Daniel's hair.

"Fuck, just fuck me," I demand, my voice edged with desperation.

Daniel kicks off his jeans and boxers, revealing his hard dick. He positions himself at my entrance and gently thrusts inside, his eyes closing briefly at the feeling. My hips rise to meet his, my body instinctively reacting to him filling me.

It feels good, but my mind starts to wander. I think of Adrian, his intense stare, and the power he exudes. I remember the way he dominated me, owned me, and how I'd surrendered completely. My breath quickens as the memory clouds my senses, removing me from the present moment.

Daniel's thrusts become more urgent, his hands grasping my hips as he drives into me. "God, you're so wet for me, Soph," he groans, mistaking my ragged breathing.

But my thoughts tangle, and I picture Adrian. I see his dark eyes fixed on me, commanding. I recall the way he possessed me, his control absolute. My body may be responding to Daniel, but my mind is elsewhere, craving the power and edge that only Adrian provides.

Daniel's pace quickens, his breath coming fast. With a final deep thrust, he pulls out and spills himself onto my oversized T-shirt, moaning my name.

The moment is ruined as I think of the mess, the sticky residue that will be left on my favorite shirt. I know then that I won't find satisfaction with Daniel. My body craves something more, something forbidden. It's not Daniel I yearn for—it's Adrian, with his secrets and his darkness, that truly sets my soul alight.

"Fuck!" Daniel yells out, tossing his head back. "Sorry about the shirt," he adds quickly. And then after a beat, "Did you come?"

I awkwardly push myself up and smile tightly. "Ah, don't worry about it. Thanks, that was… that was what I needed," I finish, sounding deflated.

Daniel doesn't pick up on anything wrong. He looks around the room. "Got a napkin around here?" he wonders aloud, already shuffling about. "Oh, you got a letter?"

"Huh?"

I finish pulling off my T-shirt and blink at him, confused. Daniel is holding out a folded piece of paper out to me.

"It was on the floor, under the door."

I don't remember seeing anything like that before. I take the paper out of his hands and unfold it. When I get a look at the official text, I let it fall to the ground as a laugh rips out of my chest.

Of course, the cherry on top.

"What is it?" Daniel asks, crouching to retrieve it.

I can barely stop laughing long enough to answer, but I don't need to. Daniel says the words that were on the tip of my tongue.

"Eviction notice?"

Chapter 15

Adrian

I push open the door to the penthouse studio, towel draped over my arm. The silence hits me first—wrong, heavy. Empty.

"Sophia?" My voice echoes through the space.

No answer. Just the hum of electronics and my footsteps. The living room stretches before me, untouched, nothing out of place. I'd only stepped away for that damn call, promising to return and take care of her after what we'd shared.

I walk faster as I move through the penthouse. "Sophia?"

Again, nothing.

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