Adrian's Wrath(48)

After sitting in a box-like room for over an hour and telling them every horrid and nightmarish detail of her relationship with Cameron, they were finally letting her go. She just wanted to see Adrian, wanted him to hold her and wanted to feel his warmth.

When the police had come to her house because of the alarm being tripped and her phone being unanswered, they had walked in and saw Cameron pointing the gun at her head. At that point she had blocked everything out so she hadn’t heard them commanding Cameron to drop the weapon. When he hadn’t done just that, they had taken matters into their own hands. Now his body was in the morgue and he couldn’t hurt her any longer.

They had caught up with the scumbag Cameron had hired to spy on her, Mic Loughton, when he had been pulled over for speeding, of all things. He had caved and told them everything when they found the weapons, drugs, and cash in his backseat. With Mic’s confession, her statement, all of her medical records, and that lone police report that she had filed on Cameron all those months ago, they closed the case. Now here she sat, wanting nothing more than to leave without having to look over her shoulder ever again.

This was it. The end. She could finally start living her life now.





Chapter Twenty-Four




One month later



The scene was the same Brea had witnessed a dozen times. The crowd, the sweat, the blood. Except this time she was a spectator since it wasn’t her night to work. The atmosphere from the “other side” of it all was different and Brea found the adrenaline rapidly racing through her bloodstream. So this is what all the hype is. Adrian had just done a TKO on his opponent, but the roaring crowd didn’t draw his attention from what he was looking at. Her.

There wasn’t anything better than watching Adrian in his element, even though she wasn’t the biggest advocate of fighting. There was just something about watching him fight, about seeing all his power and strength. It made her feel like nothing on this planet could harm her as long as Adrian was with her.

When he left the cage he went straight to her. Hand in hers, Adrian led her through the crowd, up the stairs, and out the back. His truck was parked right outside the side door, but that’s not where he took her when they stepped outside. She knew what he wanted. Hell, it was what she wanted, too. After every fight both of their libidos were on overdrive.

His big body pressed hers against the brick wall and his lips claimed hers in a searing kiss. He smelled of sweat from the fight, but the scent aroused her and she found herself pressing closer to him. The idea that anyone could come right outside the door and see what they were doing should have embarrassed her, but it did the complete opposite.

“God, Brea. I want to take you right here.” His hot breath slid across her neck and she shivered.

“Adrian…”

“I know, pretty girl. I know it’s a stupid thought, but Brea…” The feel of his tongue up her neck had her turning her head to the side to accept more of his wicked touch.

“No, Adrian. I want you. Now.”

His muffled groan sent a spike of lust straight through her core. His hands cupped her ass, bringing her pelvis flush with his. He was hard against her belly and she wanted to feel all of him pushing inside of her. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Thank God she had worn a skirt tonight. The material slipped up her thighs and a cool breeze slid across the most intimate part of her. With her arms wrapped around his neck he took one of his hands and cupped her bare ass cheek. The thong had also been a very wise choice.

“Fuck, baby. Do you want to kill me?” His words came out as a half groan, half plea.

“Do me, Adrian. I ache for you.” The feel of his teeth along her collarbone sent her into a frenzy. She needed him now.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” Hooking his finger in the material of her thong, he shoved it aside and ran the digit along her soaked cleft. He tore his fingers away just as quickly as he had touched her. The sound of his zipper being ripped down had her pushing herself on him, tempting him to go faster. She reached between them with one hand and gripped his scorching-hot shaft. They both groaned in need.

A month had passed since Cameron’s death, and each day it was getting easier to live without the fear she was so accustomed to. Adrian was helping her each step of the way, and she knew that it was him and all of his support that was making this journey easy and smooth. It also helped that he was so forthcoming with satisfying her other…needs.

His cock was hard and he pulled her panties aside, sliding against her moist folds. With each thrust of his hips against her pussy, she felt her clit swell. He bent his knees and positioned the tip of his erection at the entrance of her pussy. In one quick move he buried himself inside of her. Adrian was hot and hard and filled her to the brim.