Doctor Desire

No Rules, Only Play

Adrian’s POV

Serena Voss is a f*****g inferno, and I’m burning alive. Last night at Eclipse left me wrecked—her crimson dress clinging to her curves, her moans echoing in that booth, her p***y clenching around my fingers as she came, hard and wet, her scream swallowed by my kiss. I’m Adrian Knight, billionaire CEO, used to women throwing themselves at me, begging for a taste of my power, my body, my money. But Serena? She’s a wildfire, untamed and unapologetic, and I’m hooked like a junkie chasing his next hit.

I’ve been back in the city a week, my empire—Knight Enterprises—running like a well-oiled machine. Boardrooms bow to me, deals close with a nod, but all I can think about is her. That jasmine-and-sin perfume, the way her hips moved against mine, the way she challenged me with every glance. I’m at Eclipse again tonight, my suit tailored to perfection, my pulse already racing at the thought of her. I don’t even know why I’m here—pride says I should wait for her to chase me, but my c**k says otherwise, throbbing at the memory of her hand stroking me, her grip tight and relentless.

Then I see her. She’s at the bar, in a black dress that’s practically a second skin, the fabric hugging her ass, her breasts threatening to spill out with every breath. She’s laughing with some woman, her head thrown back, her throat exposed, and I want to sink my teeth into it. Her eyes find mine across the room, dark and daring, a smirk curling her lips. It’s a f*****g invitation, and I’m not about to RSVP politely.

I cross the bar, ignoring the women trying to catch my eye, their giggles and hair-tosses pathetic compared to Serena’s raw magnetism. “Couldn’t stay away?” I ask, leaning close, my voice low, my body already reacting to her heat. Her breasts brush my chest, and I’m half-hard, my suit pants tightening.

“Could you?” she shoots back, stepping closer, her n****e grazing my arm through the thin fabric of her dress. Her perfume hits me like a drug, and I’m dizzy with want.

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll show you how much,” I growl, my hand grazing her hip, feeling the curve of her ass under the dress.

She laughs, low and throaty, the sound shooting straight to my c**k. “Lead the way, Mr. Corporate.”

I don’t know what she does, just that she’s a doctor—something she let slip last night between kisses and curses. I told her I’m in business, corporate s**t, but it felt hollow next to her intensity. We don’t bother with the dance floor tonight. I pull her to a private booth, curtains drawn, the bass from the club a distant throb, like a heartbeat syncing with ours. She pushes me onto the leather seat, straddling me, her thighs clamping mine, her dress riding up to reveal bare skin, no panties, just glistening heat.

“No rules tonight,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear, her tongue flicking my lobe, sending a jolt through me. I groan, my hands tearing at her dress’s straps, ripping them down to expose her breasts, full and perfect, n*****s hard and begging for my mouth. I suck one in, hard, rolling it with my tongue, biting just enough to make her gasp. She moans, loud, shameless, her nails raking my scalp, her hips grinding against my erection, the friction driving me insane.

“f**k, Adrian,” she breathes, her hands working my belt, fumbling in her haste, then freeing my c**k, rock-hard and throbbing. She strokes me, slow at first, her grip tight, her thumb smearing the precum over the tip, teasing the sensitive slit. I hiss, thrusting into her hand, my control unraveling. My hand slides between her thighs, finding her bare, her p***y dripping, coating my fingers as I plunge three inside her, deep and rough.

“You’re so f*****g wet,” I growl, pumping my fingers, her walls clenching tight, her juices slicking my hand. My thumb presses her c**t, circling hard, fast, and she’s trembling, her moans filthy, filling the booth. “You like this, don’t you? Riding my fingers like a good girl.”

“Harder,” she gasps, her voice raw, her hips bucking against my hand, her breasts bouncing with every movement. I obey, f*****g her with my fingers, curling them against that spot that makes her scream. Her hand strokes me faster, her grip punishing, and I’m losing it, my balls tightening, my c**k pulsing in her hand.

I need more. I lift her, my hands gripping her ass, positioning her over me. She sinks onto my c**k, taking me to the hilt, her p***y tight, hot, and perfect. “God, yes,” she cries, riding me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her nails clawing my shoulders through my shirt. I grip her hips, slamming up into her, each thrust a claim, our rhythm brutal, desperate. The booth shakes, the curtains swaying, but we’re too far gone to care.

Her moans are loud, unrestrained, and I’m drowning in her—her scent, her heat, her f*****g power. “Come for me, Serena,” I demand, my voice rough, my thumb finding her c**t again, rubbing hard. She shatters, her p***y clenching around my c**k, milking me, her scream echoing as her juices drip down my thighs. I follow, spilling inside her, hot and thick, my vision blurring, my growl vibrating against her neck as I thrust through the aftershocks.

We collapse, sweat-slick, her body trembling against mine, her breath ragged. My c**k’s still inside her, softening but not ready to leave her heat. “You’re gonna f*****g ruin me,” I mutter, half-laughing, my hands still gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her skin.

“Good,” she says, her smile wicked, her eyes glinting with something dangerous, like she knows she’s got me wrapped around her finger—or her p***y.

We clean up, barely, her dress barely covering her swollen breasts, my shirt a wrinkled mess, my pants stained with her. We talk, just enough to catch our breath. She mentions being a doctor again, some vague s**t about helping people, but her tone’s guarded, like she’s hiding something. I tell her about my company, the corporate empire I’ve built, but it feels empty next to her fire.

As we part ways, her kiss lingers, slow and teasing, promising more. I watch her walk away, her ass swaying, and I know I’m f****d. She’s not just a woman—she’s a storm, and I’m chasing it, consequences be damned.