Chapter 379: How to survive her?

"You want me this much?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers racing down her spine, "You’re this ready for me?"He didn’t wait for her answer.

He pushed one finger inside her, sliding in effortlessly through the honeyed wetness she had coated with, just for him.

Ella’s eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping her throat. It was too much and yet not enough.

He watched her face, the way her lips curled, the way her eyes closed in pleasure.

He added a second finger, stretching her further, his thumb finding the sensitive bud of her clitoris and pressing down with a maddening pace.

"Adrian... please," she sobbed, her hips bucking instinctively, trying to draw more of him inside.

"Please what?" he growled, his pace quickening.

He was relentless, his fingers curling inside her to find the spot that made her toes curl and her breath catch in ragged stutters.

She shattered.

Her internal muscles clamped around his fingers.

Her head thrashed against the pillow as a wave of heat exploded from her core.

Adrian watched her come, his own heart hammering so hard it felt like it would burst through his ribs.

He didn’t move, let her ride out the waves of her climax while his fingers curled inside her, his eyes fixed on hers the entire time.

The air in the room was charged with the lingering scent of magnolias and a warm, musky heat.

Ella lay beneath him, her mind adrift in a hazy trance. Every pulse of her heart seemed so tender.

Suddenly she froze, feeling his thickness pressing against her thigh through layers of fabric between them.

She bit her lip, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Reaching out a trembling hand to graze his jaw, she whispered, "Do you... need help?"

Adrian’s eyes darkened until they were like twin abysses.

He leaned in closer, his shadow entirely enveloping her frame. Ella’s eyelids fluttered shut, her lips parting in anticipation of another kiss.

But the kiss never came.

Instead, with his fingers still buried deep within her, his cold voice grazed her lips.

"I am a man, after all."

Ella’s eyes snapped open. The heat in her veins turned to ice in a heartbeat.

"So everything was..." her voice trailed off, as the dreamy haze faded slowly.

"It was hard to resist, is all," Adrian finished for her.

His casual tone sounded almost bored, as if he were discussing a business transaction that had gone slightly on the unexpected side.

The angst settled in her chest like lead.

Her heart trembled as he abruptly withdrew his hand. The sudden absence of his warmth felt more violent than the touch itself.

Though she was still fully dressed, her skirt merely pushed up, Ella had never felt more naked.

A hollow ache settled in her chest as she watched the man get up from the bed.

His fingers smoothened the creases on his silk shirt. He smoothed his silver hair back into place, restoring the mask of the ’prestigious young master’ as if the 15 minutes had not happened.

He left the room, without sparing her another glance. .

Ella lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the cold air settle where he had been.

Her heart seemed to have shattered into a thousand jagged pieces that cut into her soul.

On the other side of that door, a certain Young Master was on the verge of screaming.

The moment Adrian turned the corner and was out of Ella’s line of sight, the icy composure vanished. He didn’t just walk; he almost fled.

A burning redness had erupted across his neck, climbing up his cheeks until even his ears were glowing a deep crimson.

The servants in the hallway stood frozen, their mops and trays forgotten.

They watched in absolute bewilderment as their usually poised Second Master rushed toward the master bedroom like a lost duck, his face the shade of a boiled prawn.

He was nearly tripping over his own feet, his breathing shallow and panicked.

The moment he burst into the master bedroom, he checked left and right as if he were being pursued by a ghost.

He slammed the door, locked it, and leaned his back against the wood, his heart thundering against his ribs like a sledgehammer.

"Ugh!"

He rushed into the bathroom, stripping off the expensive silk shirt, now tainted with the scent of magnolias, and turned the shower to the coldest setting.

Standing under the freezing spray, he gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached.

"Was she a seductress in her previous life?" he hissed, the water slicking his silver hair flat against his head, "Is it because I’ve stayed chaste so long that I just..."

He dragged a palm down his face, which was still a shade of mortified red. He couldn’t shake the images.

His mind was working like a traitorous cinema, playing back the way her eyes had misted over, the curve of her waist under his palm, the way she had looked, so provocative as she called his name.

Thud.

His fist hit the tiled wall lightly. He wasn’t a man who lost control easily. He was a King and he has always been in charge!

"She... she was definitely a seductress," he muttered to the steam.

He remembered his invitation to her claiming that she could stay in the mansion to ’co-parent’ the pets.

He had thought he was the cat in this game, playing with a mouse.

"I even invited her here cockily," he groaned, his face buried in his hands, "Now... how do I survive her?"

He closed his eyes, trying to find some peace.

But there was no darkness. The moment he closed his eyes, Ella consumed his head instantly; her warmth, her moans, the way she had arched into his touch.

Adrian’s body stiffened under the cold water. His eyes snapped open, wide and almost haunted.

"Damn!"

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A/N: What’s your take on Adrian 2.0, sweeties?

A) He is a jerk

B) Ahem... He is a cute... jerk