The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge

Under the Moonlight

Aria's POV

Adrian stood up from the bed, putting his phone on his bedside table as he walked toward me while holding my gaze in the mirror.

Picking up my hair and taking the brush from my hand, he probed, "You didn't answer me, or perhaps your hair isn't naturally blonde?" I swallowed, looking at him before lowering my gaze to my hands.

"No, actually. Sometimes my natural hair color changes due to my hormones," I lied right through my teeth.

I found Adrian staring at me. He didn't look one bit convinced, but he didn't say anything as he brushed my hair. After putting the brush on the stand, he said, "Now that I think about it, I don't have any pictures of you."

I froze, not expecting him to realize. He looked at me through the mirror, helping me up as he moved the chair aside and swiveled me around so that my back slammed against his front. His hand coiled around my stomach as he whispered while holding my gaze in the mirror, "I realized this when Grandma asked for your pictures and I couldn't provide one."

My eyes widened. This old woman was going to get me in trouble!.

Adrian bit my neck, and I hissed, looking at him in the mirror while he held my gaze. He pulled on the knot of my bathrobe, and it opened, revealing my mounds and lower lips, which looked actually bare. Adrian stepped back a little, pulling the rest of the bathrobe down before stepping back behind me, his hand coiling around my waist.

While holding my gaze in the mirror, he slipped two fingers into me torturously slowly, making me moan at the sheer sensuality of looking at myself while being fingered. Adrian pumped his fingers into me, and I moaned, closing my eyes, but then he pulled out his fingers, causing my eyes to open at the sheer absence of his fingers.

"Eyes on me, my sweet," Adrian whispered, pushing two fingers into me again, and I spread my legs wide for him. He pulled them out slowly before pumping hard into me. "Tell me." Pump. "Why?" Pump. "I've been..." Pump. "Living with you..." Pump. "for almost half a year..." Pump. "but I don't have a picture of you." Pump.

Was this some sort of punishment? I thought before moaning, "Adrian!" when he pulled back, only to slam harder and pull out completely. I stood there looking at him in the mirror, with his hands still between my thighs but with no sign of entering me. I realized he was waiting for an answer, and I lied, "I-I don't know. Maybe we had never thought about it before."

I said, but Adrian wasn't satisfied, bending me over the table. "Grip the table, my sweet," he whispered, and I did, my boobs dangling before the mirror as my face heated up. I saw him pull out his c**k from his pajamas, brushing it slightly against my c**t while holding my gaze in the mirror.

"Ah, Adrian!" I moaned when he brushed his c**k on my c**t, hearing him moan as well. He thrust harshly into me, gripping my waist before pulling out to slam so hard into me that my knees almost gave out. Adrian pulled out, holding my gaze as he slammed into me, shaking the mirror. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room with our moans.

"Adrian!" I moaned in ecstasy when I climaxed, and my orgasm hit me, shaking my limbs. Adrian came after me, moaning my name in response. He pulled out his c**k, still sticking out of his pajamas, and said, looking at me with a dirty look, "On all fours on the bed, Ariana."

I didn't even argue as my core begged to be satiated by his c**k standing hard. I got to the bed, raised my ass, and pushed my upper body down so that my n*****s were brushing the bed.

Adrian moved to the corner of the room, pouring himself a wine while holding my gaze. He took a sip, leaving the glass on the table before pulling the drawer open to take out a condom. He ripped it with his teeth, slipping it on while discarding the rest of his clothing before harshly entering me from behind.

I moaned from the sheer force, grinding my waist against his as he thrust into me mercilessly. "Adrian! Ah! Harder! Harder!"

And, as if fulfilling all my wishes, he f****d me so hard until the blaring sound of his phone resonated in the room. Adrian didn't pull out, flipping me around to f**k me while latching his lips onto my breasts. His phone blared again, and he cursed, snatching it from the bedside while still inside me.

"What?" I heard him ask impatiently, his expression darkening as he slowly pulled out while I bit my lips to hold in the moan. "I'll be there," he answered, ending the call before turning to me.

"My men have caught on who leaked the prodct info's, They've obtained a video footage of the suspect," Adrian answered, opening the closet, and I froze, sitting up. "You have men?" I asked, scared because I wasn't informed about this!

"Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I didn't want you to know how darkly I deal with my enemies," he said, slipping on a jacket before snatching his phone from the bed.

Leaning down, he gave me a longing kiss, squeezing my boobs before pulling back. "I'm sorry for leaving abruptly." And then he stormed through the door.

Oh no. What am I supposed to do?!