Doctor Desire

Power Play

Adrian’s POV

Serena Voss is driving me f*****g insane, and I hate how much I love it. Her Busy text from yesterday burns in my mind, a middle finger wrapped in silk, daring me to chase her. I’m Adrian Knight, billionaire CEO of Knight Enterprises, used to bending the world to my will—boardrooms, deals, women—but Serena’s a puzzle I can’t solve, a fire I can’t extinguish. Last night’s penthouse memories—her p***y clenching around my c**k, her screams filling the air, her juices dripping down my thighs—have me half-hard all day, my focus shot to hell. She’s a doctor, she said, but there’s something she’s not telling me, and it’s eating at me.

I’m at a charity gala tonight, my tux feeling like a cage, the crowd a blur of fake laughs and clinking glasses. I’m here to network, to flash my smile and remind this city who runs it, but my eyes scan the room for her. I don’t even know if she’ll show, but my body’s on edge, craving her like a drug. My best friend, Ethan, pulls me aside, his face flushed from too much whiskey, his tie loose. He’s been bitching about his marriage for weeks, and tonight’s no different.

“Man, my wife’s done with me,” he slurs, leaning too close, his breath sour. “Can’t get it up for her, not anymore. But this doctor—Dr. Voss—she’s a f*****g miracle. One look at her, and I’m hard as steel. Her body, Adrian—f**k, those t**s spilling out of her blouse, that ass in those tight skirts. She leans close, talks all low and sexy, and I’m done. Last session, I came in my pants just staring at her, imagining her naked, her mouth on me, her p***y riding me. She’s a goddess, man, pure sex.”

My blood boils, a red haze clouding my vision. Serena. My Serena, making men like Ethan lose control with a glance? He’s my friend, but his words—detailing her curves, her voice, how he jerks off to her after every session—make me want to slam him into the wall. My fists clench, my jaw tight, and I force myself to nod, to listen, but I’m seething, jealousy ripping through me like a blade. She’s a doctor, sure, but this? Fixing men by being their walking fantasy? It’s too much, and yet it makes her even more intoxicating, a siren I can’t resist.

Then I see her across the room, and my breath catches. She’s in a sapphire gown that hugs her like a lover, the fabric clinging to her ass, her cleavage a f*****g invitation, her legs endless through a thigh-high slit. She’s laughing with some prick in a cheap suit, her hand on his arm, her smile all charm and promise. My c**k twitches, but my chest tightens—possessiveness, raw and ugly, roaring to life. She’s mine, and I don’t care who knows it.

I’m moving before I think, cutting through the crowd, my eyes locked on her. “Adrian,” she says as I reach her, her voice a caress, but her eyes are wary, like she knows she’s playing with fire. Her perfume—jasmine and sin—hits me like a punch, and I’m half-tempted to drag her out of here, f**k her in the limo, claim her until she screams my name.

“Having fun?” I ask, my tone sharp, my body inches from hers, close enough to feel her heat.

She smirks, stepping closer, her breasts brushing my chest, her n****e hard through the thin fabric. “Jealous?” she purrs, her voice low, teasing, her hand grazing my arm, sending a jolt straight to my c**k.

“You have no f*****g idea,” I growl, grabbing her wrist, pulling her away from the prick, who mutters something I ignore. I lead her to a private balcony, the city lights glittering below, the cool air doing nothing to calm the fire in my veins. I pin her against the railing, my body caging hers, my hands gripping her hips, hard enough to bruise.

“You think you can toy with me?” I snarl, my lips inches from hers, my c**k straining against my pants.

“Try me,” she whispers, her eyes glinting, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I kiss her, hard, punishing, my tongue invading her mouth, claiming her. She moans, loud, her hands tugging my hair, her body arching into mine, her breasts pressed against my chest. I hike her gown up, the slit giving me access, and find her bare, her p***y slick, dripping down her thighs. “f**k, Serena,” I groan, sliding three fingers inside her, deep, rough, her walls clenching tight, coating my hand.

“You’re so wet,” I growl, pumping my fingers, my thumb circling her c**t, fast, relentless. She’s trembling, her hips bucking, her moans filthy, echoing in the night air. “You like this, don’t you? Making me crazy, knowing every man wants you?”

“Only you,” she gasps, her voice raw, her nails digging into my shoulders through my tux. I drop to my knees, ripping her gown higher, exposing her completely. My tongue dives into her, licking her c**t, sucking hard, her taste—sweet, musky—driving me wild. I plunge two fingers back inside her, curling them, f*****g her as I suck, her thighs trembling, her hands fisting my hair.

“Adrian, f**k!” she screams, her p***y clenching, her juices flooding my mouth as she comes, her body shuddering, her legs nearly giving out. I lick her clean, slow, savoring every drop, then stand, kissing her, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

“You’re mine,” I say, my voice rough, my c**k aching, but I don’t take her further—not yet. I want her begging for it, craving me as much as I crave her.

“Not yet,” she whispers, her eyes fierce, but her body—still trembling, slick with her release—says otherwise.

I step back, adjusting my tux, my c**k throbbing, my hands shaking with the effort to control myself. She fixes her gown, her lipstick smeared, her hair wild, and I know I’m f****d. I’m going to find her, surprise her at her clinic, see this power she wields for myself. Ethan’s words echo in my mind, and I’m torn between rage and obsession, but one thing’s clear: Serena Voss is mine, and I’ll burn the world to prove it.