Chapter 175: Chapter 175

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A few minutes after I left, Adrian joined me outside, keeping his distance but merely enough. He told me where Arieya is sleeping, and has been checking on her every thirty minutes. Our little heated scene left me flustered and outraged, I'm sexually frustrated, I shouldn't have let Adrian do that to me, now I'm hornier than usual.

I have tried by all means to distract myself, I've gone to the kids pool party to see Karla, she seems to be fitting in just fine compared to me. Now all that I can think of is that kiss, his fingers in my panties, and his hard erection pressing on my stomach.

“Camilla, are you okay?” Clarissa asks, seeing my evident deterioration in interest in our conversation.

“Hmm, yea, I'm good.” I nod.

Mirabelle grins, “I hope you're good.”

Clarissa resumes our conversation, my eyes wander around, looking for an easy fuck but I don't see any, and I'm on a bet, if I lose the bet, I lose a valuable item that I can easily replace but would rather not lose to begin with.

“So, I told him to leave, I'm an independent woman and he was acting up, talking about can I be Alpha?” she snorts. Huh, like boy, I worked hard for this, you're my mate, stay in your place.”

“Umm, I will be back, I need to use the bathroom.” I coo, rising from my seat.

“Alright,” Mirabelle grins, watching me casually run my hands over my shorts to see if they are wet. “Do take your time "

I nearly laugh at how well she knows me, but Clarissa might think otherwise if I do, hence I don't. Rushing inside with my hand fanning me, I meet Adrian's mother.

“Cami, I just saw your daughter, she said you came with her sister?”

“Ah, yes.” I nod. “We did, she's sleeping in your granddaughter's room.”

“That is a shame, I love your daughter. I'd have loved to meet your other one, but I have a lunch date. I just came by to drop off some water guns I promised the children this morning.”

“Oh, you'll get to meet her, and you'll be seeing Lauriana a lot.”

“Lauriana?” her eyes widen, “Why, that's a beautiful name, my daughter was named Lauriana.”

“To be honest, I named her after your daughter but I haven't told her father that, he only knows her middle name.” I smile faintly.

“I don't understand..”

“He didn't tell you?” I frown, to which she nods.

Huh, I didn't think Adrian would keep this information secret from her. Well, that's his business.

“Oh, well, I was going to use the bathroom.” I say, feeling something trickling down my leg. I'm too wet, I wipe it without her noticing and smile awkwardly.

“The bathrooms down here aren't working, you can see the one upstairs. First door on your left.”

“Thank you,” I grin, proceeding to rush upstairs.

While I'm up here, I quickly check on Arieya who is sound asleep in her cousin's bed, then I go to the bathroom. Hastily shutting the door and tugging my shorts down so I can pee. I held my pee for so long, it feels good to pee, so good I half moan, and half sigh in relief.

Only when I look straight ahead do I see Adrian, watching me by the sink. I'm so startled, my hands rush to cover my vagina, despite me still sitting down on the toilet seat.

“Don't bother,” Adrian smiles. “I've seen it all before, and my mind has a clear image.”

I really had my eyes, pulling my panties and shorts up. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Self care, and I should ask you that question since you found me here.”

“Oh,” I frown. “I didn't think anyone was in here,” I pause, proceeding to wash my hands.

Self care? I pounder, when the thought finally clicks, my eyes widen, and peek at him through the mirror.

Turning around I grin, “Nice view huh?”

Adrian doesn't respond, instead, he continues to stare at me, not so much as a breath out of him.

“Can you stop that?” I snort, backing away from the sink.

“Why?”

“Because I like winning, and I might lose here.”

Adrian circles me, I stumble back into the wall, nearly hitting my head. “I know something we can both win at,” he grunts. “Open your mouth,” he whispers, his thumb trailing the lines of my mouth.

“Adrian, I ca....” I trail off, the rest of my sentence choked up when he throws me over his shoulder.

I scream, hitting him on his back but that does nothing, he opens the door and walks out. The two to three people we encounter in the hallway ignore my asking for their help, they simply walk past like they see nothing. Adrian stops at another door and opens it, with me dangling over his shoulder. Kicking the door shut with his foot, once we are inside of the room.

“Put me down!” I scream at him, for the fifteenth time since he threw me over his shoulder.

“As you wish princess,” he grunts.

I feel myself suspended in air for a brief second, wondering if I'm falling to my death but I land on a soft, need I mention sweet scenting, bouncy surface. Thank fuck, I murmur to myself, finding the balance to sit up straight, where I can breathe without the fragrance of fabric softener nearly suffocating me.

When I look up, blowing hair from my face, I meet Adrian's grin. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you bring me here?..” I nag, taking a moment to survey exactly where "here" is. It doesn't take more than two seconds to discern this is his room, the dark color walls, a picture of me at Aunt Sheryl's house, on her garden chair from when I was pregnant with Arieya that sits beside the bed. I wonder how long he has had it, you can't tell I'm pregnant in that picture, I look subtly smiling at what was behind the camera, Tiana.

“I figured we could argue a different direction, you, under me, taking me like the good girl you think you are or perhaps gagging on my cock.”

“Eww, what gave you the idea I wanted to argue that direction?”

“Don't think I haven't noticed you undressing me from across the room, pretending you can concentrate on a conversation when really, the only thing that you're thinking of is when someone is going to rip your panties off and fuck your little brains out.” he grins darkly.

Flustered, I bite on my lip, shaking my head as I edge myself off the bed, trying to get away as soon as possible.

“Really?” he coos, “So, you mean to say if I were to stick my hand into your panties right now, I won't find it soaking wet?”

I shrug, matching his deterring grimace. “Wet, maybe, but soaking? No, you're not that good.”

“Oh yeah?” he grins, watching me like I'm his prey. It's the way he always has watched me and it scares me, it weakens me, it's a spell as old as time, a disorder I need to remedy urgently. Adrian comes onto the mattress, his weight sinking it a little. I buck up, my body slamming the headboard of the bed, Adrian's hand grabs the hem of my shorts, yanking them with such a pull it makes me slide under him and with a deeper grin, he grunts. “Let's fucking see, because I can't smell you for some reason.”

“No,” I panic, losing the hold I had on my pheromones.

“Mhmm,” he grunts, inhaling the air that's now filled with my scent and pheromones.

In one goal, he tugs at my jeans, pulling them along with my panties until I'm bare. Running my tongue over my dry lips I clasp my legs together. “Adrian, this isn't a good idea.” I tell her.

Adrian grins, his gaze shifting from the shorts and panties in his hand, to my flustered face. “Soaking, I was right.”

In response, I blush, clasping my thighs closer together, my hands tugging at my top to cover me, despite knowing it's too short for the job.

Adrian's fingers trail on my leg, causing me to shiver at his touch. “Take that shirt off,” he bids.

Without argument, I find myself taking it off, I just embarrassed myself as an Alpha. I heeded an Alpha command from an Alpha that has never ruled over me.

I stare at him, dumbfounded with my top in my hands, he doesn't seem to care, he doesn't realise what he just made me do. My breathing paces up, my glare shooting daggers at him. He gives me no response, his gaze simply settles on my bare chest, tilted like he is analyzing some specimen under a microscope. I riot, whacking him with the shirt in my hand. The joy of hitting him doesn't last long, my shirt is seized and tossed across the room.

“Fucking behave yourself!” he groans, his hand smacking my thighs, the sting causing them to part, just enough for him to put his hand between them.

“Adrian,” I gasp, feeling his hand tease my wet folds.

I know this is wrong, I shouldn't be doing this, not because I can't sleep with him. I can sleep with whoever I want, but I'm on a bet, a bet I've come so far to win, one that will raise the bar for my resilience and restraint in the eyes of my mentor.

Adrian leans over, his fingers tapping the inside of my thighs. “Open a little wider will you,” his gaze shifts to me, “I'm trying to taste you.”

I gulp, my chest rising and falling as I spread my legs a little wider for him, not so much as to appear desperate, but enough to give him the access he requests.

“Good,” he praises, his head lowering in between my legs.

His lips soften on my clit, placing a warm kiss that has me holding in a quiver. My hand reaches for this head, pushing it a little, I should stop him, stop this. In response to me trying to shove his head away, Adrian licks my clit, slow low and tenderly, I moan at that, my hand withdrawing from his head, that's when my pussy decides for me, fuck this bet.

I quiver, my legs trembling at the way his tongue slides up and down my slit, teasing me maliciously. Alas, his tongue slips into me, twirling inside me. “Oh my God,” I cry out, my hips rising to rock against his tongue. Coming off desperate seems to have left the chat when Adrian put his tongue to work.

“Oh,” I moan, feeling a finger on my clit. Adrian strokes it gently to the rhythm of his tongue fucking me. I hate this, I hate him, I hate the slow distress.

Adrian withdrawals his tongue, peering at me with his finger gently circling my clit. “Too slow?” he grins.

I nod, and he chuckles, pushing two fingers inside me to which I gasp, nodding my head. “Should I stop? Tell me, this is where you tell me what you want, and I listen, after this, you don't say a fucking word, unless it's my name, and I do whatever I want to you.” he tells me, peeking back to see his fingers work me slowly, my hips bucking against him.

Once again, I nod. “Still can't use your words I see,” Adrian grumbles. “Let me say it for you.” he grins, and with that, his head dips between my thighs, his tongue grinding and sucking on my clit. I rock my body to his face, swallowing my moans in my mouth once again. My walls begin to clamp on his finger, my hips desperately rocking against him with my orgasm chasing after me, he pulls out. Right when I'm about to come on his fingers, he withdraws them, towering over me.

“If you're going to come, it's going to be on my cock.” He grunts.

He tugs at his swim shorts, dropping them to his knees and he grabs his cock. I suck in a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him fully erect for me, it gives me some confidence boost. His other hand rests on my hip, tugging me down the sheets until my entire body is flat on the mattress. “You don't know how fucking long I've dreamed of this.” he whispers, lining himself at my entrance, and then, he sinks himself in slowly. “Mia,” he grunts, sinking himself deeper inside me.

My hands claw at the shits, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I whimper in pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips, and he begins to move, his pace slow at the beginning but he picks it up within a short time. Adrian's thrusts are rough, hard, and fast, just like I like it. He answers every moan of mine with a grunt, I can't believe I said I would go six months without getting slammed into like this.

My walls tighten around him, squeezing his cock, needy, and desperate, just like he wants me. His movements become more desperate, and clumsier, my body recognizes the familiar action, my walls clamping around his cock, I know he’s close to coming, which pushes me toward my second orgasm. I watch him through my hazing vision, whimpering underneath him as my orgasm washes over me, a strange yet familiar whimper filling the room. Adrian grunts, his movements ceasing and then, I feel him spill into me. I bite on my lip, shuddering under him.

Adrian eases his cock out of me, resting on the space beside me, both of us beginning to catch our breath. Only now that I'm laying here naked, with Adrian beside me, do I rethink my life, I shouldn't have tossed my bet in the trash for him, he doesn't deserve to have me after all he did to me in the past. Doesn't matter how fucking good that felt, or how desperately I want him again, and again, this shouldn't have happened.

Steading my breathing pattern, my gaze shifts from the ceiling to beside me. Adrian too is staring at me, it makes me panic, rising from the bed I take a sheet with me, draping it around myself as I hastily pick up my clothes.

“Camilla,” Adrian rasps, still bare.

I ignore him and walk off into his bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I take a look at myself in the mirror, something in the back of my mind screaming at me. That something shouldn't be in the back, it should be headlining, front and center, talking me into killing him while the current headliner should be in the back, convincing me not to kill him, and perhaps consider fucking him. However, it's all wrong whenever I'm alone with him, I lose all reasoning, I become the person I left behind three years ago. I hate it, this isn't who I am, I can't make this a habit, it's not fair to me, to Belle, to everyone that stood beside me when I was picking up the pieces of my sanity, my perception, trying to rebuild my life when Adrian ripped them into shreds.