Blood Is Not A Contract

Losing Control

This chapter has smutt,,,full on smutt there wont be warning if you are not. omfortable with it please skip to the next chapter

Watching her seated just a few feet from him, looking innocent and completely unaware of the effect she had on him, Adrian felt his control slipping. That forbidden feeling he had been fighting for a month was getting harder to ignore.

He got up abruptly.

"Goodnight, Nora," he said, his voice tight, and walked out in a hurry.

He looked flustered and Nora wondered why.

Poor Adrian — after going upstairs he went straight for a cold shower, hoping to clear his head. But tonight cold water wasn't going to help. His heart was still racing. All he could see was her in that small chair, in her strawberry pajamas, studying so seriously while he sat there like a lovesick teenager.

He had never lost composure just by watching a woman. But Nora didn't even have to try.

He leaned against the cold tile, took a deep breath, and stayed but it seemed the heat this time could not be extinguished. Adrian turned on the cold shower and went under it as his clothes got soaked.

But he couldnot get the image of Nora in her strawberry pajama shorts out of his head. Those long exposed smooth thighs looked so enchanting to his hungry eyes. The shirt that had two top buttons undone and he caught a glimse of her small but full breasts.

How could he get so hard just from that yet she was not seducing him knowingly and that was the hardest part. He kept imagining his hands running over her smooth skin and no matter what he tried to think of the stock, important documents, his traitious mind kept bringing an image of her beneath him

Adrian undressed while running his hands over his chest imagining it was Nora's small soft hands feeling his biceps. Stark naked in his bathroom with water running down his body. He did what he has never done since his teenage years, he let his hands wander down and grap his hard 10inch fat c**k.

Moving his hand up and down his c**k, while imagining Nora's hands on his c**k while he ravished her full lips.And then stark naked she drops on her knees before him Adrian was a goner. Her full lips part and slowing taking his c**k in,,,,while she seductively looked at him.

She went to to suck his c**k,, harder and let him thrust into her mouth f*****g her mouth like his life depended on it while her innocent eyes watered making her look enchanting….

Feeling her warm lips Adrian started thrusting into his hands faster, thrust , thrust,, chasing that climax and relief that came with it.. in his wild imagination Nora parted her lips and said “daddy, c*m in my mouth” f**k Adrian cursed as the race came to an end and he released load after load of c*m onto the bathroom wall.

He took sometime to calm his pulse down and quietly and with shame accompanying him,, he showered very fast wrapped a towel on his waist and walked into his bedroom.

That night lying awake in his bed at 12am Adrian realized he didnt just want her around, he could not be satisfied just watching her. He had thought it would suffice to have her married to him and in his house but now he realized a painful truth

He wanted not only her heart, her needed her in his bed everynight for a lifetime.

The next morning Adrian came downstairs at 7:00 sharp, as if nothing had happened.

Same crisp white shirt, same watch, same unreadable face. If anyone had seen him last night leaning against cold tile trying to steady his breathing, they would never believe it was the same man.

Nora was already at the table in her strawberry pajamas, hair tied up, a textbook open beside her toast. She looked up.

"Good morning," Adrian said, his voice even.

"Good morning, Adrian," Nora said, studying him. He looked... normal. Too normal. Last night he had left so abruptly she was sure she had done something wrong.

He sat across from her. Ellie brought coffee.

"Did you sleep well?" Nora asked carefully.

"I did. Thank you," he replied, not looking up from his coffee for a second too long. He was trying too hard to be casual.

Breakfast was quiet. Nora ate in small bites, sneaking glances. Adrian ate like a man who had a meeting in ten minutes, but his hands were tight around his cup.

"I'll be late tonight," he said as he stood. "Don't wait for dinner."

"Okay," Nora said softly.

He left. The door closed. Nora exhaled. She didn't know why, but his leaving felt like relief and disappointment at once.

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At the office, Adrian's plan fell apart.

He had three contracts to review, two video calls, and a pile of documents his assistant had marked URGENT in red. He stared at the first page for twenty minutes and read the same paragraph four times.

All he could see was the small chair in the living room. Her in that chair. The way she bit her lip when she was concentrating.

He rubbed his temples.

"Focus," he muttered to himself.

By 2 PM, he did something he had never done. He told his assistant, "Push everything that isn't bleeding to tomorrow. And clear my dinner."

His assistant blinked. "Sir? You have the dinner with Mr. Chen..."

"Reschedule it."

He worked like a man possessed for the next three hours — answering emails in short sentences, signing papers without his usual slow read, delegating things he would normally never delegate. He squeezed an eight-hour day into three.

Because he had made up his mind on that cold tile last night.

He didn't just want her around. He didn't just want to watch her study from across the room. He wanted to win her. Properly.

And winning her would not happen if he was always at work.

At 4:30 PM, Adrian grabbed his keys and left.

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Ellie nearly dropped the plate when she saw him at the door.

"Sir?" she said.

"I'm home," Adrian said, as if that explained it.

Nora came out of the small study, surprised. "Adrian? You're early."

From the kitchen, Ellie whispered loud enough for Nora to hear, "That's a first. Adrian never comes home early. Never has dinner from home due to work."

Nora looked at him, confused. "Ellie says you never..."

Adrian loosened his tie, finally letting a little of his mask slip. He looked tired, but his eyes were fixed on her.

"There was little work," he said simply.

If only she knew. If only she knew how much work he had crushed into an afternoon just to be home in time to have dinner with her. How he had moved meetings, ignored calls, all because he couldn't stand the thought of her eating alone again while he sat in a cold office pretending she wasn't the only thing on his mind.

"So you will have dinner with us?" Nora asked, a small smile starting.

"With you," he corrected quietly. "Yes."

Saying that out loud, Adrian felt something settled in his cold heart.