Claimed By Rival

Chapter Four

Harriet's POV

"I have thought about it," I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt because my heart was beating so fast that I was sure he could hear it from across the room.

He did not speak and only waited, which made it harder than if he had pushed me.

I had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling and going over every reason to walk away, and each time I arrived at the same answer, which was that I was tired of being the only one who had been left in the dark.

"I agree," I told him quietly. "No strings and no feelings involved. Just revenge."

Something dark and satisfied moved behind his eyes. He set the cup down and crossed the kitchen slowly, and by the time he stopped in front of me I had to tilt my head back to look at him.

“Are you sure?” he asked in a low voice.

“Yes.”

His hand came up to cup my jaw and then his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hungry and angry and full of everything we had both been carrying around for weeks, and I gasped against his lips as his other hand pulled me hard against him. The towel slipped from my body and fell to the floor. The air in the kitchen was cool on my skin but I barely felt it, because the heat coming off him was far stronger.

He lifted me onto the kitchen island as if I weighed nothing, and my legs wrapped around his waist before I had even decided to move them. He kissed me deeper while his hands travelled over me with a rough need, gripping my waist and the curve of my hips like a man who could not get enough. When his mouth moved lower I heard myself make a sound I did not recognise, and heat rushed through me so quickly that it almost embarrassed me.

When his mouth closed over my n****e he sucked hard and deep, pulling the sensitive peak into his mouth with a force that made my toes curl. He was not gentle. He sucked like a man who had been starved, his tongue pressing and circling while his teeth lightly scraped the tender skin. The sensation shot straight down between my legs and I arched against him with a broken sound.

“Adrian,” I whispered.

He did not answer with words. He pushed my legs wider and pulled me to the edge of the counter, tore the last barrier away, and thrust into me in one deep and powerful motion. I cried out as he filled me completely. He was thick and hard and he did not give me time to adjust. The sudden stretch burned in the best and most painful way.

He gripped my hips tightly and began to f**k me right there on the cold counter. His thrusts were deep, rough, and full of anger. Each time he drove into me it felt like pure payback. Every hurt, every betrayal and every night I had spent alone while Wilbert and Claire laughed was poured into the way he moved inside me. I felt the same anger rising in my own body and I met every thrust with equal force, pushing myself against him as if I could force the pain out through our joined bodies.

A low groan left his throat as he sucked my n****e even harder. The dual sensation of his mouth on my breast and his c**k thrusting deep inside me made my legs tremble around his waist. He was not quiet. Every time he buried himself fully he let out a rough, almost pained sound, as if the pleasure itself was mixed with the same rage that lived in me.

The pressure built fast and violent. When the orgasm finally tore through me I cried out and felt myself clench tightly around him. Warm c*m spilled from me and dripped down onto the cold counter between us while he continued to thrust through my release, chasing his own with the same raw anger. The wet sound of our bodies and the feeling of my own release sliding between us only made the moment more intense.

Only then did he lift me off the island and carry me to the bedroom without pulling out. We fell onto the bed together. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him so I straddled his waist. I sank down onto his c**k slowly and felt him fill me even deeper in this position. A deep, guttural moan escaped him as I took him all the way in.

His hands immediately grabbed both of my breasts, squeezing and pulling the soft flesh as I began to ride him. He lifted his head and sucked one n****e into his mouth again, hard and greedy, while his other hand kept kneading and tugging. I moved faster, using every ounce of anger and pain to drive myself down onto him. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room.

“f**k,” he groaned against my breast, the word rough and broken. His hips lifted to meet mine with the same desperate force. Every time I sank down he thrust up, matching my rhythm with a hunger that felt almost violent. I could feel another orgasm building and I did not hold back. I rode him harder, chasing the release like it was the only thing that could clean the betrayal from my body. Every time I sank down I thought of Claire’s smile and Wilbert’s lies, and I used that pain to take what I needed from Adrian.

When I came again my body shook hard. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees without warning. He entered me from behind with the same raw hunger and began f*****g me hard and deep. His hands gripped my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises later. Every thrust felt like payback for both of us.

He groaned loudly behind me, the sound filled with both pleasure and the same dark anger that drove him. I buried my face in the pillow and moaned his name as he took me with a force that left no room for thought or shame. The hurt we both carried turned into something dark and addictive between our bodies. I could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming shorter and more desperate, and I pushed back against him just as hard, wanting him to feel every bit of the same storm that was tearing through me.

My phone rang on the nightstand. Wilbert’s name lit up the screen. Adrian did not stop. He kept thrusting deep and hard inside me while I answered the call with shaking hands.

“Baby,” Wilbert’s warm voice came through the speaker. “I’m home. Where were you all night?”

Adrian's hand slid around to touch me at the same moment he drove into me even deeper, and a loud broken moan left my mouth before I could stop it.

There was silence on the other end of the line. Then Wilbert’s voice changed completely.

“Harriet. Are you with a man?”