Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

16. Chapter 16

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T he rehearsal dinner is exhausting. The food is good, but I barely get a chance to eat it. Family wants to talk, and what they want, they get. I sass plenty, am as passive-aggressive as I can get away with, and I know that Adrian hears it.

He keeps brushing his foot against mine since we sat on opposite sides of the table so I could sit next to the man my mom chose for me.

Trever or Tanner or something. He likes to brag about what he’s got, that’s for sure. “Emmy—”

“Emily,” I correct for the tenth time.

“Have I told you about my yacht?”

“Twice, actually, but I’m sure there’s more than two levels, aren’t there?” I ask before taking a sip of bubbly wine. I’m on glass four and starting to feel giggly.

“There’s four, actually. I want the best, so I get the best,” he says as his hand brushes over mine. I look from his hand up to his face. I think he’s trying to look sexy, but he’s just leering at me. “And I like to spoil my girlfriends.”

Nausea takes root at the pit of my stomach and I muster a smile. “Oh, so you can handle more than one woman at once?” I ask, taking another long drink.

“No, no. I mean my girlfriend, when I have one. I’ve had a few in the past,” he says with a shrug.

“So, you buy them pretty things, then they leave? That’s not fair to you,” I say seriously. “You know, you should be more careful with the woman you let into your life.”

“And that right there tells me you’re a different kind of woman. The right kind of woman,” he says, stroking further up my arm.

“You just met me,” I say before taking his wine. “For all you know, I could just be interested in the yacht you keep talking about. I wouldn’t mention it to other girls. I’m nice enough to warn you before I take it, at least.”

Adrian coughs loudly, but I know he’s covering a laugh. I clear my throat. “Excuse me.”

I head inside from the courtyard, looking over my shoulder at Adrian. He arches an eyebrow at me, and I shrug, hiking up my skirt a little on the way. The smile falls off his face and something hot and demanding fills his intense gaze.

With a smirk, I walk toward the bathrooms. There’s a nice, dimly lit hallway here, and I’m tipsy enough to think it’s private enough for whatever Adrian might have in mind. I lean back against a wall and pull my skirt up farther.

I’m so hot. I fan my face and groan. I could just go upstairs. So what if my family notices? I have a vibrator I can enjoy. A vibrator I should get used to. Another soft sigh leaves my throat.

“Didn’t want to wait?” Adrian’s low, commanding voice echoes down the hallway.

I gaze over at him and hike my dress higher. “Someone else touched me tonight, and all you did was laugh.”

“And all you did was threaten to steal his yacht,” he says while sauntering toward me. He presses his body to mine and sighs in my ear. “I bet you’d do it, too.”

“He’s all talk,” I grumble.

“Just like I know he spent almost all of dinner staring down your dress,” Adrian says in my ear. “Everything under your dress is mine.”

“I thought it was mine,” I breathe.

He draws back to meet my eyes and arches an eyebrow. I stroke along the deep neckline of my dress. “My tits, my ass, my pussy.”

“And who has left marks on your tits, your ass, and filled your pussy with cum, Kitten?” he croons, brushing his lips over mine. “That means I own you, all of you. Every inch of you.”

I part my lips against his but rub his side. I grin just as he tries to kiss me. “Prove it.”

He growls, low in his throat, tangles his hand in my hair, and kisses me hard and deep. Anytime I try to lick his tongue, he draws back, teasing me. I release him to pull my dress up, and he groans. “Stop teasing.”

“Stop stalling,” I dare.

He grips my thigh, wraps it around his waist. “If you want something, say it.”

“I was sassy,” I murmur against his neck before kissing. “I was prickly with everyone but you.” Another kiss. “And I threatened to steal a boat.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I was promised something for that. I’m going to collect. But, if you’re too scared to do it now, just like you’re too scared to fantasize in class, then I’m going to have to go back to the table and drink more,” I say.

“Right here, huh?”

“Scared?”

He spins me, jerks my dress up, then swats my ass. I gasp when he does it again. I roll my hips back against him, feeling how hard he is. It takes less than ten seconds for him to fill me once I hear the jingle of his belt.

I gasp, then cover my mouth as he thrusts into me again. He growls in my ear. “You think I don’t fantasize about you?”

“You can’t, Professor ,” I moan.

“I can and do. Every day I see you,” he snarls, “I jerk off thinking of you.”

He fucks me fast and deep, his hand pressed against the wall by my head. I have to cover my own mouth but slide my hand over his as he pushes my dress up to cup my breast and squeeze. He can’t resist touching me, can’t stop, and I don’t want him to.

“The things I’m going to do to you once we get upstairs will make this look like nothing,” he snarls in my ear. “But when I finish inside you…”

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“We’re going back to the table to finish dinner,” he snarls.

“Please. I need your fingers too. Please. Please,” I beg.

“Show me, Kitten,” he orders.

I move his hand down to my clit, and we moan together once he starts circling his fingers on me. My eyes roll back as Adrian keeps slamming into me, keeps touching me, keeps panting in my ear until I’m afraid I’m going to scream.

“You'd better finish fast. Someone might get curious,” he hisses. “And the sounds you make when you come, your body exposed like this… it’s mine .”

“Sir!” I pant.

“Do you want boat-boy to see?” he asks in my ear.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I’m yours,” I moan right before I come, bursting into pieces and slumping against the wall as he keeps fucking me. “I’m yours, Adrian.”

He turns my chin roughly and kisses me through his own orgasm, moaning into my mouth as he stills deep inside me. My thighs tighten as his cock twitches inside me until he sighs and rubs his nose over my throat, to my shoulder. “That’s right.”

I suck my bottom lip and my eyes prickle, not wanting to say it’s only for now. I can’t say it, can’t make myself say it because I don’t want it to be true. No matter how fucked up it makes me.

Still, when Adrian slides out of me, leaving his cum rolling down my thigh, I don’t feel fucked up. I feel complete.

I squirm as I sit, and my sister arches an eyebrow at me, then glances to Adrian, and I can read the question on her face.

Did you two just fuck?

I nod once, and she laughs before covering her mouth. I smile, and despite Adrian’s look, I just drink more wine.

By the time we get upstairs, I’m drunk, snickering, and practically stripping myself. Adrian keeps pulling my dress down until we get in the room. I lie down naked and spread my legs for him. “Like what you see, Professor ?”

“Naughty Kitten, teasing me with that title… and this view.”

“Teasing you is fun.” I laugh lightly. “I think about blowing you during class. The way you touch me. How you growl in my ear. I have to do all the reading because I’m too busy thinking about you during class. About how you’d fuck me in front of the whole class on your desk for everyone to see.”

He groans, then comes down on top of me, his lips claiming mine as he spreads my thighs as far as they’ll go. Determined to feel him, I peel the clothes off his body, to touch him this time, to have him the way we both need.

Earlier was just an appetizer compared to what he’s capable of. He’s been giving me bits and pieces since our first night here, but I want the whole thing and I’m tired of waiting.

“No restraint,” I demand against his mouth. “No holding back.”

“I never do with you, Kitten.”