Page 53 of His Dark Desires

Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me. I watch the calculations play across her face as she processes her situation. The art world has turned against her. Her apartment is gone. Her reputation lies in tatters.

"Think about it," I continue. "Your own studio space. Resources to create without limitation. Protection from those who'd tear you down." I pause, letting the points sink in. "All you have to do is stay."

I see the moment reality settles over her. Her fingers twist together as she glances between me and the exit, fight or flight instincts kicking in beneath her skin.

"The choice is yours," I say, though we both know there's only one real option. She's cornered.

The first slap catches me off guard. And more follow, aimed at my face, my chest. Sophia loses control and keeps slapping me as tears start streaming down my face. I take the onslaught until I come back to my senses and seize her wrists. She's crying, hard, tears of defeat.

"No!" I grunt, pulling her hard against my body. I wrap my arms around her and fiercely whisper into her ear. "Why don't you see that I'm giving you a gift? I pickedyouout of everyone—"

"But why?" she wails, going limp in my embrace.

"Because there's no one like you, Sophia. I must have you for myself. And I know you want what I can give you. No one else can give you what I can."

Sophia whimpers as my lips get closer to her ear. She struggles in my hold even as I feel her body shudder, her head tilting to the side to invite me closer.

"Adrian," she whispers longingly, the fight leaking out of her.

Then my hunger steals over me, possessing me.

"My Sophia," I growl, my hands dragging down her back, down to her ass. "I can feel it, you want to give yourself to me."

I hold her close, feeling her breasts press against my chest, her heart pounding in time with mine. I back her toward the expansive glass wall, the city lights stretching beyond. She's soon trapped between me and the window, her clothes falling away as if by their own volition, but she's the one desperate to be rid of them. I tear at my own, needing to feel her skin against mine. Her eyes are teary, lost in the same desperate hunger that consumes me.

She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her, pressing her against the glass. The city outside blurs as I claim her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. She tastes of tears and desire, her lips moving in perfect sync with mine.

My cock throbs, aching to be inside her. With one swift motion, I thrust into her wet heat, both of us moaning into each other's mouths. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I begin to thrust, each stroke claiming what's mine.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps, matching the rhythm of our bodies. I feel her legs tighten around me, her hips moving to meet my thrusts. The glass bites into her back, but she doesn't seem to notice, lost in the pleasure that consumes us both.

I feel her surrender in the way her body yields, her eyes meeting mine with silent consent. My hand constricts around her throat, and she lets out a strangled moan.

Our bodies move together, a wild dance of flesh and sweat. Her nails dig into my back, leaving marks that will fade long before the memory of this night. I tighten my grip on her throat, just enough to heighten the sensation, and her juices gush around me, slick and hot. Her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me with each thrust.

"You like it when I take control, don't you, Sophia?" I growl, my breath hot against her skin. "You want me to make you feel things you've never felt before."

Her only response is a keening whimper as her hips buck against mine. I can feel her climax building, her body tensing around me. I tighten my hold on her throat, my cock pounding into her with relentless force.

I feel her body tense as I tease her tight asshole with my thumb, her eyes widening in surprise. But the taboo act only fuels her desire, her moans growing louder as I continue to pump into her. Her hands grip my shoulders as she writhes against me.

The pleasure is electric, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I can feel her tremble as I reach my peak, my breath coming in sharp gasps. With a final, powerful thrust, I release deep inside her, my hot seed spurting into her welcoming pussy.

Sophia's eyes fly open, her mouth forming a perfect O of surprise and pleasure. Her body convulses around me, her orgasm a powerful contraction that squeezes me dry. I let go of her throat, cupping her face as our eyes lock amidst our shared release.

Our breathing is ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. I feel her heart pounding against mine, her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist. For a moment, we stay like this, suspended in the aftermath of our passion.

Then, slowly, I begin to move again, my cock still hard inside her. I want to savor this moment, draw it out as long as possible. I want to brand myself into her memory, ensure she never forgets this night.

"You're mine, Sophia," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "Say it."

She hesitates, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yours," she finally whispers, her voice breaking on the word.

I pull out slowly, savoring the sensation of her body clinging to mine. I watch her face, the mix of pleasure and surrender in her eyes. Then, with a final, possessive kiss, I step back, letting her slide down the glass wall.

I watch her, my eyes tracing the curves of her body, now glistening with sweat. She's breathtaking, a work of art I've claimed as my own.

And with our relationship changed like this, with the partnership binding us, Mara's meddling is over.

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