Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

15. Chapter 15

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H e growls and grunts above me as he slams into me again and again. I gasp and pant, clawing the sheets, unable to move, barely able to breathe as he collars my throat and bites my jaw.

“How many times do I have to fuck you until you obey?”

“Maybe one…” I hiss between my teeth as he fills me completely and rolls his hips. “One more.”

“One more, huh?” he demands, gripping my throat harder. “I think it’s always going to be one more. I think you like being a disobedient brat.”

He draws out and spanks me hard, layering pain over the lingering bruises from yesterday. Thrust and spank, thrust and spank, over and over, matching how he squeezes and releases my throat.

“You can be as naughty as you want,” he snarls. “Since you make such sweet sounds when you take your punishment.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“I want to touch you,” I whine.

“Naughty kittens don’t make demands,” he says, gripping my throat harder.

I feel his palm around my neck every time I breathe, and he pulls me back a bit. “Obey me. Tell me how much you love having me inside you.”

My throat tightens as I give in. “You feel so good, Sir,” I say. “So good. Please don’t stop!”

He thrusts harder, holds me down, and groans. “Take it, give up control. I got you.”

“Adrian!” I yell.

He groans with me and increases the pace. He moves ferally, like we haven’t done this in years and he’s been waiting to get his hands on me. Like he can’t wait another second to come and that’s all he can focus on.

I love every second of it, even if I’m almost afraid of this level of intensity. When I come, he buries himself deeper in me, pushing down on my back as he fucks me even harder. I try to squirm, try to get a better angle, but I can’t move at all.

“Adrian!”

He squeezes my throat, then pauses as he grunts, shallowly thrusting as he finishes inside me. I shudder when he kisses the top of my head, then slides out of me and pushes my legs open.

Adrian tosses his head slightly, moving my legs, then stares at my pussy. “This is definitely better.”

“What do you mean?” I ask softly.

“With my cum leaking out of you—that’s when your pussy looks best,” he decides.

“Ah, so that’s the end goal now?” I tease.

“Maybe it is,” he groans, tugging me closer, using my foot. “You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that.” I sit up and stroke over a koi fish on his chest. “This one?”

“I like it,” he dismisses simply. He shakes his head at me. “I came inside you, kitten.”

“It’s fine. I’m on birth control,” I say before leaning in and brushing my lips over his tattoo.

He pushes me back down, but I manage to slip away. He catches me a second later and tosses me on the bed. He holds me down and shakes his head. “You’re on bedrest now. That injury could be life threatening.”

I laugh. “You’re full of shit.”

“Keep it up, brat. You’ll be so bruised by the wedding, you won’t want to sit. You’ll be up and dancing with me the whole time, teasing the man your mother invited for you while he keeps trying to control himself.”

“You’ll be the one trying to control himself,” I argue. “You get hard just kissing me.”

“I get hard just seeing you fantasizing in class, thinking of all the places your mind could be. What you want me to do to you in a room full of people,” he says darkly.

“Then I’ll just have to start texting you when I get those ideas and watch you hide behind your desk after reading a text.”

As I shower to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, all I can think about is being in my dorm room alone when we get back. We’ll end because we have to, and then I’ll still have to see him in class. See him in the building once class is done. He’ll meet someone else because he’s gorgeous and half of my class wants to date him or fuck him.

Adrian will moon over her and I’ll move on. I’ll graduate, choose some nice guy who is gentle with me—maybe my mom will approve—and I’ll have a safe, warm, boring life. Or maybe I’ll get lucky like my sister and only think of Adrian when I need to get off and the soft stuff just won’t do.

Shaking my head, I turn off the water, get out of the shower, towel off, then search for underwear.

No, I think as I go through my bag a second time. No, no, he didn’t .

“Looking for something, Kitten?”

“Where’s my underwear! My bras! What did you do?” I demand, turning around to face him.

He pretends to think about it, then glances in my bag. “I think you have plenty of clothes.”

“My underwear!” I insist.

“You don’t need them,” he says finally, glaring down at me. “I’m going to steal you from the rehearsal and reception the first chance I get. I’m going to take you to the first room I can find. I’m going to fuck you, and the only point in your wearing panties is if you want to taste yourself while I gag you on them.”

I blink at him. What the hell am I supposed to say to that?

“So, I don’t think you need panties. Especially when I prefer choking you or gaging you on my fingers,” he says, taking another step toward me. “And if you don’t pull on that dress in the next minute and a half, I’m going to make sure you’re late.”

“Adrian,” I warn. “I’m going to be around my family. You’ve seen how they are!”

“All the more reason to steal you away. Get dressed, or the only thing you’ll have to wear to the wedding tomorrow is lingerie,” he threatens.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Ah, I forgot. I’d also make sure you have that vibrator in for the whole ceremony,” he agrees.

I’ve never dressed faster in my life. I pull on my clothes with clear determination and am panting when I finish. Adrian kisses my temple and zips the back of my dress. “Good girl.”

Glowering at him won’t change anything, so I dry my hair and do my makeup before sliding into red heels. He watches the whole time, then tosses his tie on the bed. I glance from it to him. “You’re not going to wear it?”

“I’ll save it for tomorrow when I can do more than wear it,” he says as a smirk tilts on his lips.

My face heats as I quickly look away. “Are you going to stop being cryptic tomorrow?” I snort.

“Are you going to stop being a brat tonight?” he counters.

Neither of us answers and neither of us needs to. I almost expect him to grab me and ruffle my feathers in the elevator, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just stands there, both hands shoved into his pockets.

It’s new. He glowers when other people get on, slowing us down, even if he’s pushed closer to me. I recognize my aunt and uncle and we talk about nothing. They ask how I’m doing preparing for law school, and Adrian rolls his eyes.

I just smile and say my plans have changed, but I’m sure that they’ll tell my dad and he’ll be pissy about it. When we head out of the elevator, Adrian pulls me back against him despite our both walking forward.

“Don’t let people talk to you like that.”

“Yesterday, you kept me from saying a word,” I hiss.

“Yesterday isn’t today. Be bratty with everyone but me.”

“Or else?” I ask.

“If you’re a good kitty, I’ll make sure you come when we sneak off. And we’ll try something new,” he promises in my ear before kissing the side of my head.

“You and your deals.” I snort.

“I follow through on all of them, Emily. You know that. So, do you want a happy ending, or do you want me to edge you and spank you all night?” he growls. “You know I’m happy with both.”

“You’re happiest when—”

“Emmy! Look at you, beautiful. I want to introduce you to someone,” my mom interrupts, dragging me from Adrian.

I look at him over my shoulder, giving him a wicked smile. He rolls his eyes but barely manages to cover his smile with his hand. If he wants to play games for another twenty-four hours, I’m more than happy to do it. One weekend, if that’s what we get, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.