Prologue

The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the full moon streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows into the penthouse. The distant hum of the bustling city and night traffic below seemed a world away, a stark contrast to the silence between them.

Elena’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of his body pressed against hers. The sharp scent of whiskey and power surrounding her like an intoxicating invisible cage.

“You’re trembling, cookie.” Adrian murmured, his voice low and smooth, each words that left his mouth where laced with an unspoken challenge to them. His lips brushed silently against her earlobe, the touch sent an intense shiver down her spine settling in her groin.

Her back was pinned against the cold surface of the wall as she raised her hand to his chest, her fingers curling into the smooth fabric of his perfectly tailored suit. The steady heartbeat of his heart was maddeningly calm against her touch, a dangerous reminder of how unaffected he was.

“This..This was not part of the deal, Adrian” She whispered, the sound of her voice trembling as much as her body. She hated how uncertain she might have sounded. How vulnerable.

Adrian tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her gaze to meet his. The room was dark, but his brown eyes seemed to glow with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs. “No? Everything is negotiable ,Ms Rivera. You agreed to marrying me. what exactly, did you think would happen?”he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he trailed kisses down her cheeks

Her pulse pounding heavily in her ears. This man—this cold blooded, calculating billionaire—was nothing like the ones in her daydreams, this was not the Prince Charming or night in shining armor that she dreamed of as a little girl. He was dangerous, and yet here she was, trapped in his web.

“I did not agree to this,” she managed, though the words sounded weak even to her. Pathetic

Adrian’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Then why haven’t you stopped me, cookie?”

Before she could open her mouth to respond, his mouth claimed hers—demanding, possessive, and unapologetic. Her protests melted into the kiss, her mind a haze of conflicting emotions. She hated him for his arrogance, his control, but her body betrayed her, responding to every single calculated touch.

“Stop…” she gasped when his lips moved to her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. But her hands stayed on him, pulling him closer even as her mind screamed at her to run.

“You can hate me all you want,” Adrian murmured against her skin, ripping off the thin fabric covering her full plumpy chest. “But you’ll learn soon enough that hate and desire are two sides of the same coin.”his voice low and full of challenge.

Elena froze, her chest heaving, she hated how her hardened nipples gave her pretense away. “You think you can own me because of a contract?”

Adrian leaned back, his gaze locking with hers, his smirk fading into something colder, more calculating. “You’ll find that, in my world, ownership is everything. And now… you belong to me.”

His mouth seized her right nipple, devouring them hungrily. His right hand caressing her left nipples, pinching them softly. He had done this a lot of times with numerous women, but none of them made him feel this away. He never thought he would ever fall for the woman forced to be with him by her father. But here he was.

Knowing her body betrayed her and wanted more of his touch, without hesitation he gently grazed the skin around her nipples with his teeth.

His hand sliding to her groin, he could smell the scent of her kitty being aroused, without wasting seconds, he pushed her panties aside, gently tapping the tip of her clit slowly.

Like a ticking bomb, her clit throbbed badly. Unconsciously she parted her legs even more, wishing he would stop teasing her and get to it.

His fingers traced along the entrance of her opening, basking in the warmth and wetness of her kitty. Gently he slid a finger into her, which earned a soft moan from her lips.

“Adrian,” she spoke softly. “Stop teasing me”. Elena’s mind screamed at her to push him away before it began. But she could not resist his touch even if she tried to, it was impossible to lift a finger or say a word without stuttering.

As if reading her mind, he spoke “this is inevitable darling, no matter how much you try to fight it, you can’t deny what happening here.” leaning into his touch, craving the warmth and the fire he ignited with every calculated movement.

“This isn’t right,” she said, though her hands tightened their grip on his shirt.

Adrian’s lips curved into a faint smile as he slammed two more fingers into her, speeding up his pace as he coiled his fingers tips in an upward motion. He didn’t give her any room to whine, he captured her lips hungrily.

Every calculated moment of his finger and lips sending waves of ecstasy throughout her body as she moan loudly against his lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” He whispered into her mouth. “Y..yes” she moaned, her mind foggy as she could only concentrate on the pleasure building out into her.

“Right and wrong don’t exist in my world, Elena. There’s only what I want… and what i am willing to do to get it.”

With that, he slid his fingers out of her, and into his mouth as he walked out of the room, leaving her dumbfounded.