Deciding to take a bath and freshen up before bed, I slowly undressed, letting each article of clothing slip from my fingers and fall to the floor. The air against my bare skin sent a slight shiver through me, but I ignored it as I stepped into the bathroom. The dim light cast faint shadows across the tiled walls, and the soft hum of the night filled the quiet space. Reaching for the faucet, I turned it on, listening to the steady rush of water as steam began to rise, curling around me like a ghostly whisper.

Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, and my breath caught in my throat. Adrik stood there, his presence filling the doorway, unwavering and unbothered by the intrusion. Steam curled around him like a phantom, clinging to his skin, highlighting every sharp angle and defined line. His gaze was dark, unreadable, yet charged with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn't speak—he didn't need to. Every inch of him, from the way he stood to the slow, deliberate rise and fall of his chest, made his intentions clear.

the door clicking shut behind him, sealing us in. The air was thick with steam, but it did nothing to hide the weight of his presence. He was close, too close, and yet he took another step forward, leaving barely any space between us.

"Turn around. Hands on the wall," he said, his voice calm, certain.

My eyes drifted to the door, my mind already calculating—how fast could I move? Could I make it before he caught me? But the answer was obvious. The exit was there, but it wasn't an option. Not really.

Slowly, I turned, pressing my hands against the cool tile. The contrast against my heated skin sent a shiver down my spine, but I forced myself to stay still. The sound of water echoed in the quiet, a steady rhythm that did nothing to drown out the silence stretching between us.

I could feel him behind me before he even moved, his presence like a shadow creeping closer, settling over me. The wait, the unknown, was suffocating—but I didn't dare look back.

Before I could process it, I felt him—his grip firm, unyielding, as he lifted one of my legs, throwing me off balance. There was no time to react, no warning, just the sharp intrusion of him forcing his way inside me. My body tensed, struggling to adjust, but he gave me no chance. His pace was relentless from the start, each thrust hitting deep, stealing my breath.

A strangled sound tore from my throat as my fingers curled against the slick tile, nails scraping against the cold surface. The pressure, the force of him, was almost unbearable. Adrik never held back—never softened. He was unrelenting, a force of nature, something beyond control. Every movement sent shockwaves through me, the air thick with heat.

The pressure built too fast, too strong. Desperation clawed at me, and instinct took over—I let go of the wall, my hands flying back to push against him, to slow him down, to create even the smallest space between us.

It was a mistake.

"Hands on the wall. Now."

His voice was strained, raw, barely holding together the last shreds of restraint he still had. The sound of it sent a shudder through me, a reminder that there was no fighting this—no fighting him.

I swallowed hard, my breath uneven, and obeyed, pressing my hands flat against the wall once more. The moment I did, he rewarded my submission with a deeper, harder thrust, making my body jolt against the tiles.

My fingers trembled against the tiles, the cool surface doing nothing to ground me. Every thrust sent a shock through my body, pushing me forward, pressing me harder against the wall. The rhythm was brutal, unforgiving, each movement stripping away the last traces of control I thought I had.

Adrik's breath was hot against my neck, heavy and ragged, the only sign that this affected him as much as it did me. His fingers dug into my hip, holding me in place, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. There was no space to move, no room to escape—not that I could if I tried. He was stronger, faster, always a step ahead, like he could anticipate every thought before it even formed in my mind.

"You take me so well," he muttered, his voice rough, almost strained. "Even when you fight it."

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste grounding me for a fleeting second before another deep thrust shattered my composure. My legs shook, struggling to hold myself up, but Adrik wouldn't let me fall. He never let me fall.

Pain and pleasure blurred together, each sensation feeding into the next, twisting inside me until I could barely tell the difference. My body was betraying me, responding to him, molding to his pace, surrendering even when my mind wanted to resist.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening. "Say you need me."

I clenched my jaw, refusing. I wouldn't give him that. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing it.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, low and knowing. "Still so stubborn."

His pace quickened, dragging me further into the abyss of him, making it impossible to think, impossible to focus on anything except the overwhelming force of his presence.

I gasped, my hands slipping slightly against the slick tiles, my body betraying me in more ways than one.

I hated this man more than anything. I hated the way he took without asking, the way he broke me down piece by piece, leaving nothing untouched. I hated the memories he carved into me, the pain he had put me through, the scars—both seen and unseen—that belonged to him alone.

And yet, every time he touched me, it reminded me just how in control he truly was.

His fingers dug into my hips, possessive, unrelenting, as if daring me to resist. "You feel it, don't you?" His voice was low, taunting, laced with amusement at my own helplessness. "No matter how much you fight, you still come undone for me."

I clenched my jaw, my nails scraping against the cold tile, desperate for something—anything—to hold on to. But there was nothing. Just him. Just this.

The weight of his control pressed down on me, suffocating and inescapable. And for all my hatred, for all my resentment, one truth remained: Adrik always got what he wanted.

I couldn't take it anymore. My body betrayed me again, shuddering around him as another wave crashed over me, leaving me raw, sore, and trembling. The ache in my limbs, the burn deep inside, was unbearable, but Adrik wasn't finished. He never was.

I squeezed my eyes shut, internally praying that tonight he'd tire faster. That, for once, he wouldn't push me past my limits. Because if there was one thing I knew, it was that he could go for hours.

Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me breathless from the abrupt emptiness. I barely had time to regain my footing before his fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who was in control. Always in control.

Without a word, he dragged me out of the shower, steam curling around our bodies as droplets of water slid down my skin. The cold air hit me like a slap, but I barely registered it. My focus was on him. On the way he moved with purpose, leading me across the room like I belonged to him.

When we stopped in front of the sink, my stomach twisted. I gripped the counter, my breathing shallow, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror—eyes dark, lips parted, body already exhausted.

Adrik pressed against me from behind, his heat searing into my skin. I didn't need to ask what was coming next. I already knew.

This night was far from over.

Adrik's grip on my hair tightened, tilting my head just enough to force my gaze onto the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me—lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with exhaustion. I looked wrecked. Used. Like something he had claimed over and over again.

I hated seeing myself like this. Hated the way my body still trembled, the way I had no strength left to fight him. But I knew better than to resist when he was like this.

His breath was hot against my ear, his voice low, almost amused. "Look at yourself."

I didn't want to. I wanted to shut my eyes and disappear, to block out everything that was happening. But I knew the rules. I knew what he expected.

So, I obeyed.

I met my own gaze in the mirror, and Adrik watched me through it, his eyes dark with possession. His free hand traced down my side, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way I tensed beneath him.

"See how perfectly you take me?" he murmured. "Even when you pretend you hate it."

I clenched my jaw, refusing to respond, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing anything from me. But he didn't need my words. He already knew. He always knew.

The exhaustion in my limbs told me I wouldn't last much longer. My body was raw, aching, barely holding itself together, but Adrik... Adrik wasn't done.

And as his grip tightened and his voice dropped to a whisper, I realized the night had only just begun.

I wanted to hate him. I did hate him.

But hate had no power here. Not when he was pressed against me, not when my body betrayed me so easily.

His fingers slid over my stomach, deliberate, teasing, tracing the bruises he had left behind. I swallowed hard, forcing my breathing to steady, forcing myself not to react. Because that's what he wanted. He thrived on control—on the way he could make me unravel without permission.

"Still pretending?" Adrik's voice was a low hum, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "You're shaking."

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