Chapter 55
Stella's POV
The steam from the shower had completely fogged up the mirror, transforming the spacious master bathroom into a misty sanctuary. I had been here for nearly an hour, letting the hot water wash away the day's tension while giving me time to think.
I turned off the shower and listened carefully. The bedroom had been quiet, but now I heard the sound of footsteps entering. My pulse quickened.
"Adam?" I called softly through the door.
"Yes." His deep voice confirmed, carrying that subtle authority I had grown accustomed to.
I bit my lip, hesitating. It's now or never. "Um... I forgot to bring clothes... Could you get me some pajamas? And...underwear."
A moment of silence followed. I could almost feel his skepticism through the door-he knew I always prepared clean clothes before showering. "Which set do you want?" he finally asked, his tone neutral but curíous. "Any set will do." I replied, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.
As I waited, I wiped away a portion of the steam from the mirror and scrutinized my reflection. The woman in the mirror appeared confident-toned arms, a slender waist, an elegant collarbone-but her eyes betrayed a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
What am I doing?The question echoed in my mind. After that intense night following the confrontation with the Winston family, something had shifted between us. The attraction had always been there, but now it felt... different. More genuine
Three sharp knocks interrupted my thoughts.
"Coming!" I called, reaching for the door handle. Taking a deep breath, I gently unlocked the door, creating a small gap. Steam escaped like ghosts fleeing a haunted house.
Adam stood outside, a white silk nightgown with lace details draped over his arm. I didn't reach for it, instead standing behind the door, my pulse thundering in my ears.
"Stella?" His voice carried a note of confusion.After a moment's hesitation, he pushed the door open a bit wider. When he saw me standing behind the door completely naked, droplets of water still clinging to my skin, his eyes widened slightly. I summoned all my social training to maintain a composed expression, though I couldn't quell the nervous flutter in my stomach.
"You... seem to prefer this style," I commented, nodding towards the delicate white lace nightgown he had chosen.
Adam said nothing. His expression remained inscrutable, but I noticed his Adam's apple bob slightly. His lack of reaction made my confidence waver. *Was this a mistake?*
The silence stretched between us, each second growing more awkward. My initial confidence crumbled under his calm gaze,irritation replacing my nervousness. Really? No reaction at all?
Then, his lips slowly curved into that dangerous smile that always made my heart race. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" he asked, his voice dropping to that silky tone that sent shivers down my spine. "Mrs. Lancaster?"
I lifted my chin defiantly. "Nothing in particular."
"Seeking attention?" His voice was pure seduction as he moved closer. "Is that it?"
"Of course not." I leaned against the vanity, maintaining eye contact despite the blush creeping up my cheeks, I quickly grabbed his tie, pulling him down to my level. "T heard men are disposable." I whispered against his lips. "about your cock."
His eyes darkened dangerously. "And your conclusion?"
I deliberately let my gaze drop before returning to his face. "The rumors might hold some truth."
"Stella." he growled. "are you deliberately provoking me?"
Before I could answer, he lifted me onto the vanity in one smooth motion. His mouth claimed mine with a possessive kiss.one hand tangling in my wet hair, the other gripping my waist tightly.
When he finally broke the kiss, his breathing was ragged."D you feel that?" he asked, pressing against me.
"A-Adam, you..." I stammered, suddenly realizing I might have pushed too far.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "Remember this, Stella. Whatever happens tonight-no matter how much you beg and cry-you brought this on yourself." Before I knew it, he had lifted me, his eyes filled with a hunger that made me both fearful and exhilarated. I could smell his cologne, a scent I had never experienced before, utterly intoxicating, "I can't hold back any longer. With you, I've exhausted all my self-control," he said, looking into my eyes.
"What?" I nearly gasped, swallowing hard.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his face close to my neck.
"Relax... I have many ideas..."
His lips lightly brushed my ear, making my knees weak. I wanted to kiss him, tear off his clothes, touch every part of him.let him do whatever he wanted to me.
I lost control, grabbing his neck and kissing him eagerly. He made me feel a sense of unease. I slid my hands into his hair,pulling hard, making him moan against my mouth.
He pressed me tightly against his body. I felt his erection against my abdomen. His large hands gripped my buttocks,squeezing hard, forcing me against his hips, making me moan.I feIt an unprecedented desire burning between my legs. My body was breaking apart. He started thrust in my body.I was almost begging him to stop. I screamed his name, and he buried his face in my neck, penetrating me with so much force that I felt my muscles contracting inside me. "I can't hold it..." he moaned.
I couldn't say anything else. We were completely sweaty.our bodies sliding against each other easily. "Can you imagine how wet and hot you are?" His voice was hoarse, while I was moaning uncontrollably, wwanting to scream how good it was.how delicious I felt. Damn it, he was hitting that spot again and again.
"You're driving me crazy," I murmured. I thought the torture couldn't get any worse, until he lifted my legs towards my chest,placing them over his shoulders.
"No!" I screamed when I felt him going deep, trying to stop him,but without success.
He was going in almost all the way, and I thought he would literally tear me apart. I couldn't bear his thrusts. My body seemed to catch fire and disintegrate into pieces as I came.
But I could barely keep my eyes open. I was done for. I heard him climax a while later, with one last thrust, his body trembling over mine before my vision darkened.
Adam's POV The first light of dawn filtered through the bedroom window as I pressed the smart control panel by the bed. The automatic windows opened slightly, allowing fresh air to circulate through the room. Stella lay curled up beside me, most of her body hidden beneath the luxurious sheets, with only an arm and shoulder exposed. Even in sleep, her brow was slightly furrowed, her body exhausted from the night's activities.
I reached for the cigarette box on the nightstand but hesitated,glancing at her sleeping form. With a resigned sigh, I returned the box to the drawer. Not now. She disliked the smell of smoke.
The lights in the main house had been on almost all night.Now, in the soft morning light, I observed the marks on her exposed skin-the evidence of our passion, beyond either of our control.
Carefully, I tried to tuck her exposed arm back under the covers. Her body instinctively recoiled from my touch, even in deep sleep.
"Such a delicate woman," I murmured, gently smoothing the furroww between her brows with my thumb. "So sensitive."