Used Like a Toy
620 Words
Time: 11:02 PM
Location: Adrian Kane’s private penthouse above Kane Dominion Tower
Her name was Veronica.
She was older, experienced, the head of Legal Affairs. Tall, sharp, red lips, and legs that went on forever.
She thought she could handle Adrian Kane.
She was wrong.
He didn’t kiss her when she entered.
He didn’t undress her with care.
He just grabbed her wrist, yanked her against the wall, and whispered in her ear:
“You said you wanted to be used.”
She nodded, breathing fast. “Yes.”
“Then shut up and spread your legs.”
He had her skirt hiked up and panties down in seconds. His fingers slid between her thighs, already wet. He grinned against her neck.
“So needy. Just like all the others.”
She gasped as he slid two fingers inside her, slow but deep, curling just enough to make her eyes roll back. She moaned, and he laughed darkly.
“You're not in charge here, Veronica. I don’t care what office you run downstairs.”
He pulled her into the bedroom—a room that smelled like s*x and money. Tall windows. Black silk sheets. The city sparkling outside like it was watching.
He stripped her fast. Buttons popped. He tossed her bra across the room, bent her over the bed, and slapped her ass with a satisfying crack.
“What’s my name?” he asked.
“Adrian,” she moaned.
Wrong.
He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back.
“Say it right.”
“Mr. Kane!”
“Good girl.”
He undid his belt. Let it slide from his pants with a soft snap that made her thighs clench.
She turned, finally seeing what all the rumors were about.
His c**k was massive.
Long, thick, veins throbbing. The kind of c**k that ruined other men’s chances forever.
“You want it?” he asked, teasing the head along her soaked lips.
“Yes. Please.”
He entered her slow—too slow—stretching her open until she cried out. Then he began to move. Brutal rhythm. Deep thrusts that made the bed shake. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide like he owned her.
She tried to match his pace. Failed.
He grinned. Dominated her. Owned her.
Every thrust pushed her closer to madness.
“I want you to remember this,” he said, f*****g her harder, his voice dark and smooth. “Because I won’t do it again.”
“Why?” she gasped, panting, clinging to the sheets.
“Because I don’t repeat. I break women once. That’s enough.”
He flipped her over, legs on his shoulders now, plunging into her deeper, harder, until her screams bounced off the walls. She came—loud, messy, trembling.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept going, chasing his own release, using her like she was just a warm body to bury himself in.
She came again.
And again.
Finally, with a groan that sounded more animal than man, he buried himself deep, spilled inside her, and held there for a long, hot moment.
Then he pulled out.
Got up.
Lit a cigarette.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t kiss her.
Just stared out the window like she didn’t exist anymore.
Veronica lay on the bed—naked, exhausted, used.
“Will I see you again?” she whispered.
Adrian didn’t even look at her.
“No.”
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Downstairs,
Ella worked late at her desk, organizing files. She’d heard whispers. She’d seen the looks.
But she didn’t know yet what Adrian Kane did to women.
She didn’t know that once he decided to have you—you never walked away whole.
And soon…
He’d set his sights on her.
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