“Answer me, Ava.” Adrian said softly.
Ava turned to look at him, anger brimming in her eyes.
“What do you mean? Whatever did you overhear at the staircase that you came to such a conclusion all on your own?”
Adrian quirked a brow and invaded her personal space, she refused to back away from him so they stood so close to each other that their clothes brushed without them touching.
“Oh, so you spoke to him today as well, the very moment my back was turned.”
Ava reeled back, her mind slow as she tried to process what he was saying. He hadn’t overheard her conversation.
“Wait a moment. If you didn’t overhear anything then what do you mean by what you said about Javier? How did you even know–”
“How could I not?” Adrian caressed her cheek lightly with his hand. “Why do you think I sent you to Spain?” His voice went down a pitch as he whispered into her ear.
What?
“Because I wanted to know everything you were doing. Everyone who mattered to you. Then I lied to myself that I was doing it to look out for you, to make sure you were doing well but the truth is even then, I didn’t want you to have feelings for someone else. So of course I found out about the dashing doctor you always spoke about.
Ava pushed Adrian away. It had happened a while back but her anger was still fresh and tangible. What the actual hell?
Forget about the part where he had practically thrown her out of the pack, he had gone a step further by practically stalking her from a continent away.
“Goddess, Adrian. You were about to marry my sister. You had no right to monitor my life and now? Because Javier is here, you question my commitment to us? Fuck you, Adrian.”
She turned away from him about to leave when he caught her arm preventing her.
“Get your hands off me, Adrian. I’m not joking.”
“Do you really think that I feel insecure about you? That I doubt your fidelity?” He sounded almost amused.
“You literally just said it. You asked if he made me reconsider.”
Adrian pulled her close to him. She gasped finding herself pressed up against him, her hands on his shoulders for balance.
“Reconsider. Yes, I said that but you know what? Even if he did, I know you will still pick me. You are mine.”
His arm tightened around her waist bringing them closer together.
Ignoring her burning cheeks and her rising desire, she rolled her eyes.
“You are so arrogant, you know? I’m done. release me and maybe we can have this conversation again when I don’t feel like using you as a pincushion.”
Yes, she felt desire for him despite her mood but she also wanted to strangle him so that was that.
He didn’t release her. He merely smiled that extremely infuriating but downright sexy Adrian smile and kissed her.
It was so unexpected and out of context with their current situation that she froze for a second and Adrian pulled her closer to himself.
He felt so warm and hot at the same time. His hands grazed her waist and set her ablaze. She wanted to melt against him, tell him that she was his and his alone. That she always would be. Of course, he was right, she would always pick him.
The thought of Adrian’s smug expression when she would reveal that to him made her regain control of her senses somewhat and she pushed him away.
He let her.
“Adrian. This isn’t a telenovela. You can’t just do that.”
“Do what?” He blinked at her almost innocently but she caught the glimpse of a grin at the edges of his lips.
He was always trying to mess with her. She was so done with Adrian. One would think that as a mated couple she would have some peace from his antics instead it was the exact opposite.
“Try to get out of an argument by kissing me!”
“You mean like this?”
Then he kissed her again and this time her anger just evaporated.
That was inaccurate. It didn’t just vanish into thin air, it transformed into desire.
First, she gave in to his kiss pushing all of her anger into it as their kiss grew rougher by the second with her tongue pushing up against his and his hands cupping her behind and pulling her flush against himself, she soon forgot how the kiss had begun and everything they had been speaking about all that mattered was Adrian and the connection between them.
Her head dropped to her pillow as he pulled away from her lips to drop a kiss on her nipple. Her nipple. She hadn’t even realised that her shirt had come off or that they had moved to the bed. That was how wrapped up she was in him.
“Adrian.” She moaned, begged, supplicated.
His touch was too casual and unhurried for the tides of desire that almost took her under. He touched her with entitlement expertly with knowledge borne of all the times they had had sex.
Every touch was so pleasurable that it ached. So pleasurable that it hurt. It felt like with every touch he was trying to remind her of who owned her. Her body, her moans, her needs.
“Adrian.” She almost said please but it couldn’t quite come out right between the sounds of pleasure that she buried in a pillow trying to control herself.
He understood her anyway and in mere moments, he hovered above her, his eyes dark with pleasure but he made no move to do anything.
She could sense him waiting. He wasn’t going to continue if she didn’t do what she wanted.
The words stuck in her throat but she was teetering on the edge of blissful free fall, she would have done anything to make him continue.
“I… I am yours.”
“Mine.” He said gruffly then he was inside her.
Her nails tore at his back as they moved as one in a passionate frenzy, their needs climbing higher and higher as their tongues and bodies duelled.
When her climax finally came, it was with an embarrassingly loud cry of pleasure. She felt Adrian following soon after, his body sweaty and meshed with hers, their scents intermingling as an aphrodisiac.
As they cuddled afterwards, Ava released a sigh. This was why she hated arguing with Adrian. He cheated all the time.