Becoming Adrian’s Slút (5)
His smile deepens. “Smart girl. But your body betrays you.” He tilts his head, scanning me. “Even now, I can tell how wet you are.”
I shift in my seat, pressing my thighs together. He chuckles low. “You have never been subtle,” he murmurs. “I like seeing you undone, desperate for me.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. I lift the wine glass, fingers trembling. Every movement reminds me of him—his hands, his lips, his control. I press my thighs harder to keep the wetness contained.
“You want to come back to my place?” His voice carries an edge. “I could finish what we started.”
I pause, swallowing hard. Desire and caution clash inside me. “I… I do not know if I should,” I whisper.
He leans closer. “You want it, do you not? You want me inside you again. You want it no
