A DEAL WITH THE CEO

Chapter : 3 Under His Mercy

Under His Mercy

ELARA POV

I was led into his room by the butler, but Adrian wasn’t there yet.

“Change into this lingerie. Mr. Clark will join you soon,” he said, then walked out.

I looked around the room in awe. The size of the room was bigger than my entire compound.

He was filthy rich. He could easily overlook the whole scandal and forget the two million if he wanted to… but no, he just wanted to prove how ruthless he could be.

I slipped into the lingerie and checked myself in the mirror. It covered almost nothing.

I felt too embarrassed and grabbed my jacket to cover myself.

Something shiny caught my attention. One of the drawers was slightly open. I pulled it open to see what was glowing inside. Bars of gold were arranged in neat rows.

“Oh my God…” I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

“Planning to steal that too… huh?” Adrian said, raising his brow.

I froze and the bar of gold slipped from my hand. I didn’t know he was around.

Adrian stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a robe. His chest was bare, and water dripped from it. For a moment, I was swallowed by his presence. God… he was so hot and so sexy. No wonder women threw themselves at him.

He snapped his fingers at me, pulling me out of my fantasy.

“Oh… I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to…” I lowered my head and bit my lip, unable to find the right words.

He let out a soft laugh. “Are you that desperate to steal from me?”

“I’m sorry, sir. It was a misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to,” I said, avoiding his gaze and feeling embarrassed.

He had already closed the gap between us and raised my chin with his finger.

“I’ll make you sorry in bed. First for stealing two million from my company… and now for trying to steal from me again.”

“Sorry in bed? What does that even mean? Mr. Adrian, this is all a misunderstanding…”

He shut me up with a soft kiss. Don’t talk back,” he said against my lips, pulling the jacket off me. His eyes moved slowly over the lingerie. “Mmm. I like what I see.”

I clenched my fist at my sides.

He pushed me gently to the bed and leaned over me. He pulled my legs apart and slid one hand into my thigh brushing my V. slightly. I let out an involuntary moan, breathing heavily.

Looks like your period stopped,” he said. His voice was teasing and mean.

I turned my face away, refusing to look at him. “Still proving hard to get? That makes it more interesting.” He scoffed and stood up. Then grabbed a silk scarf and a pair of handcuffs.

“What do you want to do with that?” I asked, confused.

“Handcuffs are for criminals. Blindfolds keep them submissive.”

He smirked. “Instead of sending you to jail, I decided to jail you myself.”

“I’m not a criminal,” I snorted.

“But tonight you’re my prisoner.” He pushed me back onto the bed and cuffed my hands to the frame.

He grabbed the scarf and blindfolded my eyes.

“What are you doing, Mr. Clark? Why are you chaining me down?”

He started humming like he was enjoying himself. The mattress dipped as he climbed over me.

“It seems it’s your first time. I’ll treat you gently… and with dignity.”

“Dignity? By handcuffing me? You’re crazy,” I said.

If I’m too rough, say stop. If it hurts, say stop. I’ll listen.” His voice was calm and gentle.

“Take the blindfold off. Mr Ckark…I’m not some toy.”

He shut me up with a kiss, then moved to my neck while his hands trailed down my chest. His touch sent shivers through my whole body. I hated how good it felt. I hated that I was already wet.

He kissed me again, softly this time, and it somehow made me want him more. His touch felt impossible to resist.

“If you want me to stop, I will,” Adrian said, pausing his kiss.

I couldn’t speak. My whole body was shaking. I hated how much I wanted him to keep going.

He pulled the blindfold down a little so I could see his eyes. “Tell me, Elara. Continue or stop.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take your silence as permission,” he said as he moved his hand slowly up my thigh. Staring at me intensely.

“Will you drop the charges if I ask you to stop?” I asked, looking directly into his eyes.

He paused for a moment before looking away. “I’ll think about it.”

This was my chance to leave before I did something stupid. I pushed at his chest a little, trying to create space, but the movement only made me feel his hard erection on my thigh. I knew how much he wanted me, and this instantly got me wet. “His eyes dropped to my hardened n****e, and his expression darkened immediately.”

He leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him.

“If I ask you to stop… will you really stop?” I asked, breathing hard.

His gaze dropped to my chest again, then back to my eyes. He looked away for a second, rubbing the back of his neck like he was fighting himself.

“I don’t want to stop,” he said, panting “But I’ll do whatever you want, Elara.”

“I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. His sudden softness drove me crazy. I thought he would just take me without being a gentleman.”

He saw the last bit of fight in me and leaned closer, brushing his fingers over my cheek, down to my jaw, then my lips.

He studied me for a moment, then tried to kiss me again, but I turned my face away.

“I hate you, Adrian…” I muttered under my breath.

He laughed softly against my ear. “I know. And yet…” He pressed a slow kiss just below my ear, then another lower on my neck. “Your heart is beating so fast I can feel it against my lips.”

My hands pulled at the cuffs, the metal cool against my wrists. Part of me wanted to fight, to kick, to run. The other part… God, the other part was melting.

He kissed down my collarbone, taking his time, like he had all night. Every touch was soft but deliberate, like he knew exactly how much it was breaking me.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my skin, lips brushing the edge of the lingerie. “Say it and I’ll untie you right now. I’ll even carry you to the car myself.”

I parted my mouth and let out a soft breath.

I know you want me, he murmured. Just kiss me if you want me to keep going.

I couldn’t fight it anymore, and stared at me for one long second before kissing him.

He made the softest sound, like he’d been dying for this moment, then took over completely.

The kiss was deep, slow, and filthy in the best way, like he was tasting me and never wanted to stop. His hand slid into my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me, while the other stayed on my waist. He moved his thumb in slow circles, and that made me shiver.

Every time I tried to breathe he stole it again, kissing me harder and deeper till I completely lost my strength.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on mine, breathing roughly.

“Again,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “Kiss me again before I lose my mind.”

I did.

“And he smiled into the kiss as he’d just won everything.”