Adrian’s Pov

I’ll do it. But only for my neighbors’ sake.

That was the message she sent at 12:06 a.m.

I’d read it a hundred times. Each time it stoked something hot and bitter in my chest.

Now, I sat in silence, my pen spinning between my fingers, my phone mocking me from the edge of the table. Thirty minutes had passed since I sent my driver to collect her. Thirty minutes of silence.

I had canceled a multi-million-dollar deal to wait for her. I didn’t wait for anyone. Not for shareholders. Not for heads of state. And definitely not for women.

But she wasn’t just any woman.

The phone rang, and my smile faded when I saw Sandra’s name flash across the screen.

“Mr. Marks,” she began cautiously. “We’ve got a situation in PR. An intern leaked a draft of the upcoming campaign. Legal thinks it might have been accidental—”

“Fire them,” I said, cutting her off.

“I—Sir, it’s an intern. First offense—”

“Fire. Them.”

I ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

The door finally clicked open.

And then I forgot why I’d been angry.

She stepped into the penthouse cautious but breathtaking. Soft pink dress, hair loosely tied, eyes steady and guarded. No makeup, no glitter. Just her. And she looked like sin wrapped in silk.

“You’re late,” I said coolly, even though I couldn’t stop staring.

She lifted her chin. “You told me to come. I’m here.”

God, even her attitude made me hard.

I gestured toward the table where a white envelope sat. “That’s for you. Enough to clear your debts. There’ll be more. But there are rules.”

Her hazel eyes narrowed. “Of course there are.”

“No strings,” I said evenly. “This isn’t romance. This is a contract. You’re mine. No one touches you. No one looks at you.”

She swallowed, eyes flicking to the envelope. “And in return?”

“ I’ll clear your debts, every last one. You’ll have a weekly allowance, a car if you need it. You don’t dance for anyone again. No one will touch you except me. You’ll be mine, Sabrina. Exclusively.” I said simply.

Her voice dropped. “Why me?”

I took a step closer. “Because I don’t want anyone else.”

She looked like she might laugh or slap me. Maybe both. But she didn’t move when I tilted her chin up.

“You’re nervous,” I murmured.

“I’m not,” she lied.

“Then prove it.”

She kissed me.

It was quick, defiant but electric. I grabbed her waist and deepened it, kissing her like I hated her for making me want her. She gasped into my mouth, her fingers clutching my shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” I whispered against her lips.

She trembled. “Don’t stop.”

That was all I needed.

I pulled her down the hall, into my bedroom.

I pushed her up against the door, my mouth crushing hers, kissing her with the fury of every second she made me wait. Her lips were swollen, her breath ragged, her body melting against mine.

I stepped back, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

“You have one chance to walk out,” I told her, voice low. “If you don’t leave in the next ten seconds, you won’t leave this room until morning.”

She didn’t move.

I flipped her onto the bed, pulling down her dress and tossing it across the room.

“My dress!” she cried.

I grabbed her by the waist, dragging her to the edge of the bed.

“You think I give a damn about the dress?” I growled. “You’ve made me insane for weeks. I should redden your ass just for that.”

Her skin trembled beneath my hands.

I slid a finger along her inner thigh, through her soaked panties.

“What a mess you’ve made,” I murmured, rubbing her clit lightly. She bit back a moan.

I flipped her over again, climbed over her, and pinned her to the mattress.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open.

“I’m going to spread your legs and take you. And you’re going to let me.”

She nodded, lips parted.

“Good girl.”

I kissed down her neck, sucking at her pulse, her body trembling under my hands. I slid the straps of her bra down and palmed her breasts, groaning at how soft and full they were.

Her nipples peaked under my tongue, her breath catching as I teased her mercilessly.

I kissed lower, dragging her panties down slowly. She lifted her hips, helping me.

Her hands covered her face.

I moved them gently away. “None of that. Let me see you.”

I slid my fingers between her legs. “Still untouched since that night?”

She nodded.

“Good. Because this belongs to me.”

I slipped two fingers inside, curling them until she moaned my name.

“Please, Adrian…”

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this.”

I groaned as I withdrew my finger and sank back inside of her.

She clenched around my finger as I added a second finger and stretched her, working her right to the edge of her orgasm.

“I’m going to make you come until you don’t have a single thought in your pretty little head. Just say those words for me.” I said, fingers thrusting into her at a slower rate.

“Please, Adrian– please, please, please –”

“Come for me, sweetheart. Make a mess.”

Her body shuddered, eyes rolling back as she clenched around my fingers.

I nearly lost it.

My cock was leaking, dampening the fabric of my briefs, twitching with each noise that leaves her lips. I was desperate for relief.

“You’re so perfect,” I praised,

“Mine. Shall I take what’s mine?”

“Yes—“ she gasped, “Empty—please—“

“I’m going to fuck you into this bed, and you’re going to give me two more—”

“I can’t—“ She whined and I let out a harsh laugh at her.

“You can and you will.” I ripped off my pants, rolled on a condom, and settled between her thighs.

“You’re mine,” I whispered. “And I’m going to remind you why.”

I buried myself inside her in one thrust. She gasped, gripping my arms as her body adjusted to the intrusion.

“So fucking tight,” I groaned, pulling out only to slam back into her.

Each thrust pushed her higher up the bed, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was gone.

“Please-“ She gasped as I buried my head in the crook of her neck, embedding my own groans into her skin.

“So good.” He rasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I-I… please…”

“Harder?” I asked.

“Please—” she gasped.

“You want it rough?”

She moaned, and I knew the answer.

I grabbed her thighs and spread her wide, slamming into her harder, deeper. Her nails scratched my back, but I wanted more. Needed more.

She sobbed my name, her legs wrapping around me like she never wanted to let go.

“You feel that?” I rasped. “That’s me. That’s all you’ll ever need.”

“Adrian—”

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

“Adrian… gentle…”

“Forgive me.” I rasped just as my control slipped. I slammed into her so hard that she moved up the bed with every thrust of my hips.

I held her down, ensuring that she couldn’t escape me. I grabbed the sheets beside her head once she stilled, fisting them in a tight grip as I took her hard and fast. I knew I was hurting her but she wanted me just as much.

“Oh god-please… d-don’t stop-“

She was so fucking tight, gripping onto me like a fucking vice and giving away just how much she liked being pushed.

I reached between us, rubbing her clit until she broke apart again, crying out as she came around me.

That pushed me over the edge. I came with a growl, pumping into the condom as I buried my face in her neck.

We lay tangled, breathless. My lips brushed hers gently, tasting the aftermath.

“You did so well for me,” I whispered. “You’re mine now.”

She didn’t answer. But she didn’t pull away either.

And I knew…

This was only the beginning.