One Night Mistake, Two-Year Contract

One night Of Fire

Ava's POV

The door had barely slammed shut before Adrian’s mouth crashed into mine again with no softness, no sweet words, just pure hunger.

His hands gripped my waist so tight I knew I’d have marks tomorrow. He pushed me backward until my back hit the wall hard as the thud knocked the air out of my lungs, but he swallowed my gasp, his tongue pushed into my mouth like he was pissed that he wanted me this badly.

What the hell am I doing? This isn’t me. I don’t do things like this, I’m supposed to be responsible.The thought screamed in my head, but then he pressed his thigh between my legs, right against my aching core, and every sensible thought disappeared. I whimpered loudly and started grinding against him like a desperate girl, the friction felt so good it made my eyes roll back.

“Ahhh….Fuck,” he growled against my lips, his voice sounded broken.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. Those gray eyes were almost black now, breathing fast and heavy, his chest was rising and falling like he’d been running.

“Tell me to stop, Ava,” he said, fingers digging harder into my hips. “Tell me right now or I swear I won’t be able to stop later.”

I should have said it. I knew I should have pushed him away and locked myself in the bathroom like a normal person. But instead, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please, Adrian… don’t stop.”

A deep, rough sound came from his chest before I could even breathe, he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, my dress was already bunched up around my thighs, and I could feel how hard he was, pressing right between my legs.

He carried me to the bed and dropped me on it. The moment my back hit the mattress, he was on top of me; heavy, warm and overwhelming. His weight felt so good I almost cried. For years I’d been carrying everything alone but tonight someone else was pinning me down, and I never wanted him to move.

His hands were rough and impatient. He grabbed the front of my dress and tore it straight down the middle in one hard pull. The sound of ripping fabric made me moan as cool air hit my breasts and my n*****s hardened instantly.

Adrian stared down at me, breathing hard. “Look at you…” he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself. “So f*****g perfect it hurts.”

He lowered his head and sucked one n****e into his hot mouth and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. Pleasure shot straight down between my legs as my hands flew to his hair, gripping tight, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

This is wrong. So wrong. I don’t even know him properly. What if he thinks I’m cheap? What if…

He switched to the other breast, biting gently before licking away the sting. I was panting like crazy, squirming underneath him.

His hand moved down my stomach, rough and possessive, until he reached between my thighs. He groaned loudly when he felt how soaked I was.

“s**t, Ava… you’re dripping all over my hand,” as two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I gasped sharply, my thighs clamping around his wrist. He curled them perfectly, stroking that spot that made my toes curl while his thumb rubbed my c**t in fast circles.

“Oh my God… Adrian…” I moaned, my hips moving on their own, riding his fingers shamelessly.

He watched my face the whole time, eyes dark and intense. “That’s it, baby. Let go and stop thinking for once.”

But I can’t stop thinking. I never stop. There’s bills and Xavier and…

He added a third finger, stretching me wider, f*****g me faster with them. My moans got louder, messier and the pressure built so fast I could barely breathe.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Come for me,” he growled against my neck and I shattered hard.

I cried out his name, body shaking uncontrollably, thighs trembling around his hand but he didn’t stop. He kept moving his fingers, dragging it out until I was a whimpering, teary mess.

Before I could even catch my breath, he pulled his fingers out and stood up. I watched through half-closed eyes as he took off his clothes. Broad chest, hard abs, and a thick, veiny c**k standing proud and leaking at the tip.

He climbed back on top of me and spread my thighs wide open.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, voice tight and strained as the head of his c**k rubbed against my wet entrance. “Say it, Ava. I need to hear you say it.”

I was scared. Scared of how much I needed him and scared of how empty I’d feel tomorrow morning. But right now, I needed to feel alive more than I needed to be safe.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please, Adrian… f**k me. I need you inside me,”

He thrust into me in one deep and powerful stroke.

A broken cry tore out of my throat, he was so big. The stretch burned, but it felt so good I almost came again. He stilled deep inside me, arms shaking as he tried to hold himself back.

“f**k… you’re so tight,” he groaned, forehead pressed against mine. “So f*****g wet and tight for me,” then he started moving hard and deep.

The bed creaked loudly with every thrust, skin slapped against skin. My moans mixed with his low, rough grunts and I wrapped my legs around him tighter, nails digging into his back as he drove into me again and again as every thrust pushed away another piece of my heavy life.

He flipped me over and took me from behind, one hand fisted in my hair while the other gripped my hip so hard it hurt. Then he pulled me on top and watched with dark eyes as I rode him desperately, my breasts bouncing with every movement and I came again and again.

Each orgasm left me more ruined than the last. By the fourth one I was crying, shaking, begging him not to stop.

When we finally collapsed, we were both covered in sweat, breathing like we’d run a marathon. Adrian pulled me into his arms without saying anything and he tucked my head against his chest and wrapped his strong arms around me.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles on my bare back and for the first time in years, I felt safe, wanted and protected.

I curled closer into Adrian’s warm chest, breathing in his scent.

My eyes grew heavy and sleep started pulling me under, but a small, quiet voice whispered in the back of my mind:

What have you done Ava?