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The mission started out with a simple plan. 

A butterfly had taken control of a wealthy, influential CEO of a tech company located in Seattle. According to Harcourt’s intel, the company had become the main source of operations for the butterflies. Luckily, the company was holding a gala for the CEO’s forty-fifth birthday. Normally, the whole building would be under intense lock and key, but the gala would be the perfect cover to slip in and out. The plan itself was simple- Adebayo and Economos would be in the hotel across the street keeping lookout via security cameras. Harcourt and Chris would search through the building to find whatever information they could about the butterfly’s plan. That left you and Adrian to keep an eye on the CEO from the inside. 

The gala was invite only but the guest list was extensive. Basically, if you were rich you were invited. Economos had already created fake identities for the both of you and forged invitations. You’d play a married couple from the Hamptons with a family fortune. 

“Is m’lady ready?” Adrian called from outside the bathroom door. He’d just finished getting dressed and he was eager to get the mission started. The gala was serving shrimp cocktail and Adrian was excited to snack. 

“Actually, I could use some help,” you replied. “Can you send in Adebayo?”

Adebayo heard her name from across the hotel room. She and John were finishing setting up the security feed while Harcourt and Chris loaded weapons onto their persons. “What about me?”

“I need help with my dress,” you shouted in response. Adrian watched as Adebayo looked from the door to the set up.

“I can help her if you're busy,” Adrian offered. He turned to the door to address you again, “If you’re comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” you called back. The moment Adrian opened the door he was taken aback. You held the dress up over your chest, your breasts held up by bra tape. A delicate silver chain with an intricate design was the only thing on your back. The royal blue dress you wore matched the color of his velvet suit jacket. Adrian’s eyes flicked around your body, taking in every bit of you he’d never seen before. “Can you tie the top of the dress for me? I can’t get it tight enough.”

“Yeah, sure,” Adrian agreed. He stepped closer to you, letting the bathroom door slip shut behind him. He was at a complete loss of words while he took the neckline of the dress and tied it together. Your skin felt warm under his fingers as he brushed over it. 

“This is the most impractical thing I’ve ever worn,” you said. “I’m pretty sure if I move too quickly my tits will pop out.” Adrian gave a half smile. His uncharacteristically quiet behavior felt odd to you, but you didn’t think much of it. “You look nice.”

“Hm? Oh thanks.”

Adrian finished tying the dress tightly around your neck. You looked at him through the bathroom mirror as you finished adding your jewelry. You were about to ask him if something was wrong, but he was leaving as quickly as he had walked in. 

You followed him out of the bathroom and were immediately bombarded by the team.

Adebayo whooped. “Shit, girl, you look hot.”

“Way too hot to be married to Vig,” Chris added. 

“That dress is so impractical,” John said. “ But, you look really nice, y/n,” he added. 

“Harcourt picked it,” you said. 

“I need you two to fit in. Speaking of you two,” Harcourt said, fishing something from her pocket. She pulled out a little box and tossed it to Adrian, who caught it with ease. “You’re married, remember.” She pointed at her ring finger. Adrian opened the box. Inside were three rings, two silver bands, and one engagement ring.

“That’s a big ass rock,” you said, looking at the engagement ring. You picked it out of the box and put it on with one of the wedding bands. “What do you think, honey?” You held your hand up for Adrian, showing him the rings. “Too small?”

“It’s a big rock,” Adrian said dryly, focusing on his own ring he was putting on. 

Something was off with him. That was never a good thing, but especially not right before a mission. 

“What’s with you?” Chris asked Adrian, essentially reading your mind. 

“Nothing!” Adrian said defensively. “I just hate monkey suits, that’s all.”

“Dude, you love getting dressed up,” Chris said. “You stole Gut’s prom tux and wore it to school everyday for the rest of the school year.”

“Things changed. I guess.”

“Just don’t be weird at the gala,” Harcourt told him. “And neither of you can act like yourselves, okay. Please act like presentable human beings.”

“Rich people are eccentric,” you said. “Why can’t we be those kinds of rich people?”

“Because you have to stay quiet and keep an eye on the CEO, okay?”

You sighed. “Fine. But I’m hiding shrimp in Adrian’s pockets to snack on later.”

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Adrian loved you so much. It was an uncomfortable feeling. Being around you made him feel warm and fuzzy. It made work difficult, especially when you looked ridiculously beautiful and were pretending to be his wife. 

As the two of you walked into the gala, you were both stunned. The walls were three times taller than most, with a modern but grandiose chandelier dropping from the lofted ceiling. Windows covered two of the walls completely, showing off the sparkling city below. Waiters and waitresses walked around carrying platters of champagne and appetizers. They were dressed in black suits and dresses you would normally consider fancy, but looked plain compared to the guests. Rich people adorned in jewels and high end designer clothes mingled about. 

You felt completely out of place. You looked the part, Harcourt made sure of that, but you didn’t feel the part. As you gawked at the venue, the CEO you were supposed to be watching appeared in front of you. 

“I’m so glad you could make it,” he said, looking directly at you. “How long has it been since we’ve seen each other?”

Adrian narrowed his eyes. You responded to the CEO’s question. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank God. I couldn’t remember your names for the life of me. Can I tell you a secret?” He leaned forward and you nodded. “My assistant invites so many people, I never remember if I know them.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked, playing along. “Whenever we show up to these things, we pretend to know the host. We never do, though.” You extended your hand. “I’m Conny. This is my husband, Michael Monroe.” Economos had picked the names with the help of Chris. 

He took your hand and kissed the back of it, giving you a wink as he stood back up. “Nicholas Curry. Please, call me Nick.” 

Adrian put his hand on the small of your back. Without any fabric on the back of your dress, his hand was directly on your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. Adrian didn’t touch you very often, but when he did you loved it. For someone so rough and violent, he had a surprisingly light touch. Tonight, however, he felt almost possessive with how his nails dug into your skin. 

“Nice to meet you, Nick,” Adrian spat. Nick finally looked away from you and at him. 

“You too, Mike,” he said in the same aggressive tone. He looked back at you. “I have to mingle, unfortunately, but I hope I get to see you again tonight?”

“I’ll save a dance for you,” you said. “It is your birthday, after all.” 

Nick smiled politely. “I’m looking forward to it.” He glared at Adrian. “Mike.”

“Nick,” Adrian said. 

“Someone’s jealous,” you said after Nick left. 

“Who?”

“You,” you clarified. In a mocking tone you said, “ Nice to meet you Nick . Dude, you were so passive aggressive.”

“No, I wasn’t,” Adrian said, scrunching his face up. 

“I’m just messing with you, man,” you told him. 

“Focus on the mission,” Harcourt said through the comms.

“We can keep an eye on Nick from one of the tables,” you said, eyeing the shrimp cocktail. 

“Oh, so he’s Nick now?” Adrian scoffed. 

Economos whistled. “Not jealous at all.”

“Exactly,” Adrian said, the sarcasm going over his head. The idea of him being jealous over another man interacting with you made your heart sore, but so did the sight of shrimp cocktail, and that won out. You grabbed his arm and dragged him over to a waiter with a tray of it, where you snuck shrimp into the plastic bag you had hidden in his pocket earlier. The waiter gave you an odd look, but Adrian seemed pretty indifferent. 

You took two of the glasses off the tray. It was the fancy kind, where the cocktail sauce was in the glass with the shrimp around the side. You brought them to a table, and sat down facing the direction of Nick, who was chatting with some very business-y looking people. 

“We can see you, you know,” Economos said. “You aren’t really fitting in right now.”

“Fuck off,” you said with a mouth full of shrimp and cocktail sauce. “If someone questions me, I’ll say I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant?” Adrian asked, wide eyed. 

“No, but I’ll pretend to be if that means I can shove my face without judgment. We’re married, and no one will be judgy about me being pregnant, ‘cause that’s what married people do.”

He knit his eyebrows together. “So, you’re fake carrying my baby and flirting with other people?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. 

“I hate to break it to you, but pregnant women can’t eat shrimp,” Adebayo said. 

“They totally can,” Economos said. “They can’t eat fish with a lot of mercury, or raw fish.”

“If I was pregnant, I’d avoid all seafood just in case,” Adrian said, taking one of the shrimps for himself. You were both very excited about the shrimp cocktail. 

“Avoiding different foods during pregnancy is a scam,” Chris said. “Same with the whole cat litter thing. How the fuck do sushi and litter kill a baby while it’s inside the mom, but not once it’s born?”

“That’s a good point,” you said. 

“No, it’s not!” Harcourt exclaimed. She sighed after, and you could visualize the exasperated look on her face even though you couldn’t see her. 

“If you were pregnant with my kid, you would be on a very strict diet to optimize your nutritional input. But don’t worry, you could still have the occasional cheat food if a craving was really strong,” Adrian said. Adebayo and Economos started laughing. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Adebayo said. 

Across the gala floor, Nick was heading out a back door with a small group of people. You tapped Adrian’s hand, getting his attention, then nodded at Nick. 

“Where’s he going?”

“What’s happening?” Harcourt asked. 

“He’s leaving,” Adrian said. 

“Follow him, but be discreet,” she instructed. 

“Roger that.”

“You don’t need to say that,” she told you. 

“I know, but it’s fun,” you said. “Over and out.”

“You better stay on the line.”

“I will, I will,” you said. You stood up and took Adrian’s hand again, interlocking your fingers. You left your table and walked across the room, heading towards the door Nick had gone through. It lead out onto a balcony overlooking the city. The view showed off the Space Needle, which seemed bigger in person than in pictures. There were doors lining the balcony, leading into different rooms. 

“They went into the third door,” Economos said. 

“The room next to it, is it empty?” you asked. 

“Hold up,” he said. There was the sound of a keyboard clacking before he spoke again. “Yeah, it’s empty.”

“Come with me,” you told Adrian, pulling him into the room with you. It was dark with the lights off, but you could make out a long oval table surrounded by at least a dozen chairs, like you were in an office space. 

You didn’t need to be holding his hand anymore so you let go despite not wanting to. You leaned against the wall that separated the room you were in from the one Nick was in and pressed your ear to it. Muffled laughter came from the other side, but you couldn’t make out anything they were saying. 

“Can you hear them?” Harcourt asked. 

“No,” you whispered. 

“I can,” Adrian said. “Our associate called. The one in Detroit? No, the one in Michigan. Detroit is in Michigan. How am I supposed to remember all these Earth places?” 

You had no idea how Adrian could hear them all so clearly. To you, it was a jumble of noise in vaguely male voices, but he somehow understood the words and could tell when a different person was speaking. He changed his inflection as he spoke, his voice going higher for the second man. It was interesting to watch. He leaned on the fall with you, facing you, and his face changed as he pretended to be the different people, as if he himself were acting in a one man show. 

“ These Earth places are the ones we are trying to help. Help? Why bother? They don’t want our help. We should let the people of this planet destroy itself. And then what? Where will we go next? To another planet with a viable atmosphere that the species is ruining with carbon emissions. This is exactly my point! If it were up to me, we would get rid of the humans entirely and let the planet heal. It’s a good thing that the fate of the planet isn’t up to you. For now, we stick to the plan. We stay in powerful positions and help the planet the right way. The right way? You mean by playing politician and pretending like we’re actually making a difference? We aren’t pretending. We are making a difference. As the humans say, ‘bullshit’. We’re doing about as much good as people who switch to using paper straws. You and I are on the same side here. Always. I know, I know.” 

Adrian paused for a moment and strained to keep listening. It was a jarring conversation to overhear, even if you were only listening through Adrian. 

“I think someone else is talking, but his voice is too quiet to make out,” he said as himself. You pressed your ear closer to the wall, trying to hear more, but you still weren’t getting words. You did hear furniture though. It seemed to be moving around. “Oh, wait, I hear something. Did you hear that? ”

“No, I didn’t,” you whispered. 

“No, not you. The guy in the room said, ‘Did you hear that?’”

Your eyes widened as footsteps left the room and approached the door to the room you were in. 

“Shit, okay, um. Quick, make it look like you’re fucking me,” you said, pulling your panties down and keeping them hanging off one ankle. It was the first thing you could think of to create a reason you would be sneakily hidden in a room with your ‘husband’. 

“Sweet,” he said. You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, then wrapped your arms around his neck. You jumped, he caught you, and you wrapped your legs around him. With his pants sagging slightly and your underwear dangling from your ankle it looked like he was actually fucking you. He hiked your dress up and pulled his pants and boxers down to his mid thigh, then lined his dick up with your cunt. 

“Hey, woah, don’t actually fuck me!” you said. He looked very confused. 

“What the hell are you two doing?” Adebayo asked. 

You ignored her. “Kiss me and pretend to fuck me.”

“If that’s what you’re into, sure,” he said. His lips crashed into yours and he thrusted against you, his dick rubbing up against your pelvis. The door to the room shot open just as your lips collided, giving you no time to enjoy the feeling of kissing him or his cock touching you so close to where you really wanted it to be. 

You turned to look at the intrusion, Adrian’s lips moving to your cheek, then down to your neck. He kept thrusting, going along with the scenario you’d given him. “Michael, sweetheart, stop, we have company.”

Nick didn’t seem phased. “You two shouldn’t be in here.”

“Sorry!” you said. Adrian put you down on your feet and you went to pull your panties up while he redid his pants.

“You didn’t need to stop,” he said, shutting the door behind him, leaving the three of you in the room together. 

“What’s going on in there?” Harcourt asked. 

“Are you insinuating that we should have a threesome?” you asked Nick as an answer to Harcourt’s question. You weren’t sure if he actually was interested, or if he was also attempting subterfuge. Adrian put his hand on your side and stepped forward slightly, like he was stepping between the two of you. 

“Would you be interested if I was?” he responded. 

“You need to continue keeping an eye on him while we search the building, but you absolutely do not need to do that.”

“Can I talk to my husband for a moment,” you asked, holding up one finger. Nick nodded and you pulled Adrian aside. 

“I’m so confused. You wanted me to fuck you, but not really, and now you want to have a threesome?” he asked. 

“I wanted to make it look like we were having sex so it wouldn’t look like we were spying on his conversation,” you explained in a hushed whisper. “And I don’t want to have a threesome, but it’ll distract him long enough for Harcourt and Peacemaker to get the intel we need.”

“Again, you don’t need to do this.”

“But it would be helpful to the mission, right?” you asked. Silence followed. 

“Well, I don’t want to,” Adrian said. 

“I’ll fuck him myself then,” you suggested. You didn’t really want to have sex with Nick, but it would be convenient for the others, and if you were willing to get shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned for the greater good, then why not have sex for it? “You can keep an eye on his co-conspirators.”

“That’s… not an awful idea,” Harcourt said. 

“Be careful, butterflies have insane stamina,” Chris said. “Seriously, they can go forever . It’s exhausting.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” You hoped your tone was as even as you were attempting to keep it. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, half from arousal of nearly having sex with Adrian, and half from terror of the idea of sleeping with Nick. 

“You can’t seriously be considering this!” Adrian hissed. He held your face and pleaded with you. “Please don’t.”

Adrian was fully panicking inside. He hated the idea of you being with anyone else, but he would never stop you from being with someone if that’s what you wanted. But you didn’t want this. Leaving you alone with a butterfly would put you in unnecessary danger, and that was if you weren’t planning on sleeping with him for the mission's sake. 

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I might even have fun!” You didn’t expect yourself to have fun. 

He tightened his hold on your cheek. “You’re not sleeping with him. I forbid it.”

Adebayo choked on nothing. Your face grew red with anger. “What the hell makes you think you’re allowed to tell me what I can and cannot do?”

“Do you also feel like you’re not supposed to be hearing this?” Economos asked. 

“Definitely,” Adebayo said. 

“You’re not sleeping with him,” Adrian said decidedly, loud enough for Nick to hear. 

“I think that’s her decision,” Nick added unhelpfully. 

“It is, and I’m gonna fuck him,” you decided. If anything, you could find some enjoyment purely out of spite.  

Adrian reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his colt single action army, and shot Nick in the head without breaking eye contact with you. His face was beat red and his chest heaved. The song of the gun going off resonated through the room, and was more than likely audible to the surrounding rooms. Honestly, you were relieved you didn’t have to sleep with Nick, but you were also pissed at Adrian.

“Jesus Christ, Vig!” Harcourt shouted. 

“Right now we have to get the fuck out of here, but this conversation isn’t over,” you said.

“Agreed,” he said. 

The door opened again, this time with three men in suits in the doorway. You and Adrian both acted fast, your instincts kicking in. Despite being weaponless, you could still fight. You kicked one of the desk chairs in the direction of a butterfly charging towards you. It hit him and he crashed forward on it, tumbling over it. Adrian pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and flung it to you while simultaneously shooting the second butterfly in the head. You flicked open the blade, stabbed the butterfly in the skull, and received a spray of blood onto your face in return. 

When you looked up, Adrian was grappling with the third butterfly, his gun tossed out of his reach. You climbed off the now dead butterfly, grabbed the pistol, and shot the last one in the head. The splatter hit the left half of Adrian’s face, covering him in little red spots. 

You pulled the knife out of the butterfly’s head and handed it to Adrian while you kept him gun. It was a silent transaction, one filled with angry glares over the conversation you just had. He took the knife from you just as another butterfly appeared in the doorway. Without breaking his glare at you, he flung the knife across the room, embedding it in the butterfly’s skull. Or maybe it wasn’t a butterfly and just a regular security guard, but it didn’t matter. It never mattered to Adrian and it stopped mattering to you a long time ago. 

Together, you ran out of the room, only stopping for Adrian to retrieve his knife. Economos guided you out of the building, taking you a long, roundabout way to narrowly avoid others. It took a solid twenty minutes to make it out and back to the hotel. Your anger didn’t cease through it. It did the opposite. It bubbled up and became stronger, making your face as red as the blood covering it. 

Neither you nor Adrian spoke as you barged into the hotel room. You pulled out your comms, threw it onto the couch, and made a b-line to the bathroom to wash the blood off your face, while going through the door adjoining the room to another hotel room, one with another bathroom that you assumed he’d gone to. 

In the bathroom, you scrubbed the blood off your face. Almost none of it got on the dress, probably because of how low the cut was. A few drops landed on the neckline, but that was probably salvageable. Then again, the dress was the least of your concerns. 

The cold water did little to decrease your rage. Only Adrian could get you so riled him. 

I forbid you. 

The words repeated in your mind, bouncing around like a DVD logo screen. He had no right - absolute no fucking right - to tell you what to do. And to forbid you from something? It drove you insane. It also made your cunt ache, but not as much as it made you furious. 

“Forbid it,” you muttered once your face was clean of blood. The sides of your hair dripped with water and your makeup was mostly gone from your furious face scrubbing, but the waterproof mascara mostly stayed and your lipstick was smeared slightly around your lips. “Fucking forbidding me. What the fuck?”

“Hey, y/n, you okay in there?” Harcourt called out. She and Chris must’ve gotten back while you were washing your face. 

“Fucking peachy,” you shouted back. You tossed the wet face towel onto the edge of the sink and stormed out, not bothering to clean up properly. “Where’s Vig? I want to yell at him.”

Economos, Chris, Adebayo and Harcourt all pointed to the door to the other room. You stormed past them and threw open the door without knocking, then slammed it shut behind you. 

Adrian was sitting on the bed, his face recently cleaned. His jacket was off, the sleeves of his white button up rolled up, the top three unbuttoned, and his tie undone around his neck. He looked hot, but that wasn’t enough to dispel your anger.

“Fuck you,” you spat in his direction. 

Adrian stood up and shouted back. “I can’t fucking believe you, y/n!”

“You can’t believe me ?” you scoffed. “Says the fucking asshole who forbade me from sleeping with someone.”

“He was a fucking butterfly!”

“Exactly! He was a butterfly that we were supposed to be keeping an eye on! We were getting good intel and Harcourt and Peacemaker could’ve gotten more if you let me distract him! Instead you fucking ruined the mission.”

“And I’d do it again in a fucking heartbeat,” Adrian said in a low voice. He walked forward, causing you to step back. He kept moving, advancing on you, as you walked backwards. You hit the wall behind you but he didn’t stop, not until he was right in front of you and looking down. He put his hand on the wall next to your face, took your chin with his other hand, and made you look up at him. 

“Adrian-”

“Shut up,” he ordered and, for some reason, you did. “Listen to me. Really, really listen to me. Nobody gets to touch you unless you want them to. Do you understand?”

“What-”

“I said, do you understand?”

“If I had slept with him, it would’ve been for the sake of the mission. I may not have been happy about it, but I would’ve been okay with that.”

“I wouldn’t be,” he said. 

“Which is why I would’ve done it alone.”

“No, I mean, I wouldn’t be okay with you sleeping with someone just for the sake of a mission,” he said. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip as he held your chin up to look at him. “Nobody touches you unless it’s what you want. Tell me you understand.”

You hesitated. 

“Please, I need to know you understand,” Adrian said. He was pleading with his eyes as well as his words. 

“I… I understand.”

“Say it back to me.”

“No one touches me unless I want them to,” you said, your lips brushing against Adrian’s thumb. 

He sighed again, this time in relief. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. 

“Good girl,” he said. If Adrian forbidding you had made your cunt do a summersault, then him calling you a good girl turned it into a gold medal gymnast. 

“Do you want to touch me?” you asked, your voice coming out in a whisper. 

“I do, but only if you want me to,” he said breathily, his eyes still closed. 

“Do you… do you want to do more than touch me?” you asked. You swallowed and waited for a response, but the only one you got was his breath quickening. “Adrian, is that why you didn’t want me to sleep with Nick? Because you want me for yourself?”

“I didn’t want you to sleep with him because that’s not what you wanted,” he said. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” you told him. 

Adrian’s forehead left yours and he opened his eyes to glare at you. “I do if it stops you from making decisions that you know are wrong.”

“It wouldn’t have been the wrong decision, it would’ve been the smart one.”

Adrian’s hand abruptly left your chin to wrap around your neck. “It would’ve been dangerous and stupid and a fucking waste.”

“A waste?”

He brought his head down lower, his lips close to your ear. “You should be celebrated by whoever fucks you. Worshiped. Treated like a fucking god. He wouldn’t have fucked you right. Your body shouldn’t be wasted on a fucking waste of space like him.”

You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your throat. 

“You asked if I wanted to touch you,” he continued. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to touch you?”

You whimpered and nodded your head. 

“Be a good girl and use your words.”

When you came into the room, you had a plan to yell at him for trying to control you, and somehow you ended up pressed against the wall completely under his spell. 

“I want you to touch me,” you said. 

“Here?” he asked, squeezing your neck slightly. 

“That feels nice,” you said. 

“But it’s not really where you want me to touch you, is it?”

“No?”

“How about here?” Adrian asked, bringing his hand off the wall and to your cheek, keeping the other on your neck.

“No.”

“Here?” He touched your chest right between your breasts. 

“Lower,” you said. 

A smirk came over his face as he dragged his hand down over your stomach and to your crotch. He touched it over the fabric of your dress. “Here?”

“Y-yes.”

“Like this?” he asked, not moving his hand. “Do you want my hand to stay over your dress? Or do you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Pussy. Touch my pussy,” you begged.

“I will when you tell me that I was right,” Adrian said. Your eyes widened and you shook your head no as best you could with his hand around your throat. “Tell me that I was right. Say that I was right to kill him. Say that you were wrong and never should’ve considered sleeping with him.”

Your compliance to whatever shit he was pulling abruptly ended. You weren’t going to play his stupid game where he got to be in charge. 

“Stop,” you told him. Adrian immediately let go of you and stepped back. 

“Y/n, I-”

“Shut up,” you told him. You stepped forward and put your hands on his chest, then continued walking as you pressed against him. He stumbled back until the back of his legs hit the bed and fell onto it. You hiked up your dress and straddled him. “You don’t get to order me around. You’re not in charge here, I am.”

The worry left Adrian’s eyes, replaced with a devilish grin. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over so your back was on the bed and he was over you. “You’ll have to fight me for it.”

“I can take you.”

“Prove it.”

With a smirk, you hooked your legs with Adrian’s and rolled over so you were on top again. You grabbed his wrists and held them by the sides of his head, then looked down at him, your hair falling into your face. “Like I said, I can take you.”

“You’re going to take me, alright,” he said, and thrusted his hips upward. His bulge pressed against your needy cunt, eliciting a hitched moan from you. 

Adrian used the distraction to his advantage. With your grip loosened, he ripped his hands from your grasp and maneuvered out from under you. As quickly as he could, he pushed you down onto the bed and moved to kneel behind you. He grabbed your wrists and held them with one hand behind your hand while he put his weight onto your thighs, pinning you down. He took his tie off, wrapped it around your wrists, removed his weight from your legs, and hoisted your ass into the air, leaving your upper body pressed down. 

He leaned down over you, pressing his body to yours. He brought his lips to your ears again and when he spoke, a soft tingle went up your spine. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispered into your ear, like it was a secret that he didn’t want to hurt you, a secret that he couldn’t let anyone overhear. He was creating a world that just the two of you lived in, one completely removed from your argument, one where he and you were both safe. It was a pause from the heat of the moment, not him giving in and relinquishing control. You didn’t tell him to stop. You didn’t want him to. So he kept talking, kept whispering in your ear. “Tell me this is what you want. I need to hear you say it. This isn’t a demand. It’s me needing you to consent before I can fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you whispered back, not breaking the world he created just yet. 

Adrian straightened himself back up and just like that, the bubble popped. You turned your head to the side to see him and glared at him, all your anger returning, existing parallel to your need for him. He unzipped his pants and pulled them along with his boxers to his mid thigh before grabbing your dress. He pulled it up, exposing your panties to him, which he promptly ripped off. 

He lined himself to your entrance again and, this time, he pressed in. 

You gasped as his cock entered your tight, dripping wet hole. Your eyes wanted to squeeze shut but you didn’t want to ruin the view. Adrian, half dressed in a suit, his face beat red as he stayed unmoving in your cunt. His head was thrown back, his chest heaving, his hands gripping your hips and nails digging into your skin. 

Adrian got his bearings faster than you did. With his grip on you tight, he began to move. He pulled back and thrusted back in with an aggressive force that made you bounce on the bed. He pulled back again, thrusted in even harder, and you were pretty sure you lost your vision for a split second. A moan attempted to escape your throat, but with each punch of his cock inside you, sounds became more and more impossible to produce. 

He was ruthless as he fucked you and your body loved it. There was a fire burning bright inside of you and every thrust from Adrian was fuel adding to it. His right hand traveled up your back, tickling your sensitive skin. He met your hands tied together behind your back and he held both of them in just one of his. It wasn’t a sweet, tender hand hold. It was a power move. He was showing off just how much he owned you. 

You gasped for air as each press into your cunt worked as a punch to your lungs. Adrian had the audacity to laugh, but not in his usual tone. It was lower, like by laughing he was insulting you. “What’s wrong? Can’t breathe?”

His hand left yours and continued its travel up your body. His fingers dragging over your skin electrocuted your nerves and short circuited your brain, only for reality to come back to you as he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. Your torso left the bed and suddenly the only thing touching the blankets was your legs and knees. There was a strain in your back as he forced you up, but it was well worth it. He fucked you like that, moving just as fast and rough and mercilessly. He pulled your hair as he squeezed your side as the fire inside burned brighter. The fire burned and burned until it was unbearably hot and suddenly you were cumming. 

No sounds left your mouth, just a silent gasp. Your eyes rolled back and your thighs shook Adrian fucked you through it, not relenting in the slightest. “That’s it, beautiful. Cum for me. Just like that. You like it when I fuck you. When I make your pussy my play thing. Take my cock and cum for me. Cum on it, baby, just like that.”

He slowed to a halt as your release finished and finally a noise was able to escape your throat. It was a soft, squeaky sound, something you never made before the bedroom. But then again, you’d never been fucked like that before. 

“You have too many clothes on,” Adrian muttered. He kept his cock inside you as he let go your hip and untied the top of your dress. He let go of your hair for just long enough to grab your dress and pull it off you. You didn’t have a bra on, just the tape that held your chest up. He pulled that off you next, leaving you in absolutely nothing but your necklace and heels. He put his hand back in your hair and held your head back to look at him. “There, that’s better. Now I can see how fucking perfect your body is.”

His eyes roamed over your naked form, taking in everything. Every curve, every line, every freckle, every blemish. It was a bit unsettling to be under such scrutiny, but there was a lust in his eyes that he couldn’t fake. He liked what he saw. He pulled you up more so you knelt with your back to his chest and he took in the rest of you. Your tits, your stomach, your whole body displayed out for him while he still had his pants to his mid thigh and his shirt mostly buttoned. You felt incredibly vulnerable and yet completely safe. 

That was a feeling you could only get with Adrian. 

“N-no,” you stammered, your voice only half working. Your throat felt dry and you smacked your lips together as you tried to get some moisture back. 

“No?” he asked, his concern returned. 

“No- No one gets to touch me unless I want them to,” you said, managing to get the whole sentence out. 

Adrian looked completely stunned. His eyes flicked between yours as he comprehended what you said. Then a wide smile broke out on his face and he wrapped both his arms around your torso in a tight hug. He pressed his lips to your shoulder and muttered into it. “No one touches you unless you want it.”

“I want you,” you told him. 

Adrian thrusted up into you again, much less harshly this time. “Like this, baby? You want me to fuck you like this?”

What you meant was that you wanted him . Not just to have sex with but to be with. But the more gentle strokes he was making inside of you made that impossible to say and all you could let out as a string of moans. 

“Oh fuck that feels good,” he groaned. “Your pussy feels even better when you’re being an obedient little slut that says what I tell her to say. Tell me you’re an obedient slut.”

“I’m- oh fuck,” you whined as he moved in and out of you. It was hard to form a thought while he fucked you, never mind say it aloud, but you tried. “I’m an- I’m an obedient slut.”

“Are you a good girl?” he asked. 

You nodded your head. 

“Say it,” Adrian said. “Say you’re a good girl and I’ll reward you like one.”

“I’m a good girl!” you cried out. 

“Yes you are,” he cooed. One hand drifted down between your legs while the other went up to one of your breasts. He tweaked your nipple, pinched it, and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Between your legs, he moved his fingers in circles around your clit, heightening your already unbelievable amount of pleasure. With your hands still tied behind your back, you couldn’t touch him with the same mobility as he could touch you, but you could feel the contraction of his abs as they moved against them. You made a mental note to give to him as good as he gave to you if he allowed you to touch him again. You hoped he would. You wouldn’t be able to handle it if this was a one time thing. 

“Adrian?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Kiss me,” you moaned. “I want you to kiss me.”

It was an awkward angle with your head to the side like that, but you wanted to taste him more than you cared about neck cramps. Adrian, apparently, cared more about the angle than you did. He pulled out of you and repositioned you onto your back. You kicked off your heels and spread your legs, ready for him to move between them. He grabbed a pillow off the top of the bed, put it beneath your hips, then stood at the side of the bed and finally began properly undressing. He kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his pants. He tried to undo the buttons, but he got frustrated and ripped the shirt off, pulling some of the buttons straight off of it. 

Finally naked, he sat between your legs. He leaned down over you and held your face gently, looking into your eyes. 

“Kiss me,” you told him again. 

Adrian pulled your face up so your lips met his. This time, you got to savor the moment. His lips against yours actually registered in your brain, allowing you to feel the pleasure that came with kissing him. He had a taste so distinct to himself, one impossible to explain or recreate, but the best comparison you had was the freshness of just washed linens mixed with the spice of cinnamon. His taste was warm but fresh, and his talent was unmatched. He kissed you like that was his job. His tongue expertly met yours, touching it teasingly and not overusing it. He bit down on your lower lip, pulling it gently, while at the same time he pushed back into you. 

The kiss ended as Adrian straightened himself out. He sat back and lifted your legs up, bringing them to his shoulders. He held onto your ankles as he continued his thrusts. 

“That’s it, baby,” he said, looking into your eyes. “Take me. Just like that. Let me fill your pussy with my big cock. You like that, sweet girl? You like taking my cock? Say it. Say you like taking my cock.”

“I like taking your cock,” you told him. 

“Good girl. Such a good, good girl. I’m gonna touch your clit again, but don’t cum until I say so, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Say it back to me.”

“I won’t cum until you say so.”

“Good girl,” he said, sounding very pleased. He ran his right hand down your leg, taking his time getting it to your clit. When he did, he brushed over it lightly, sending a jolt through you. He smirked at you like he knew damn well how good he was making you feel. He pressed down onto your clit and began to rub circles into it while continuing a nice, even, fast pace inside of you. You could feel the build up inside you happening faster, your body reacting to every touch of his. “I can feel your pussy pulse around me, baby. It feels so good. But don’t cum yet. You don’t cum until I’m ready because I’m going to fill you up. Do you want that? Do you want me to fill you with cum?”

“I want you to fill me with your cum.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, and the urge to cum grew stronger. 

“Don’t you dare cum without me,” he said. 

Feeling a spark of rebellion in your chest, you asked, “Or what?”

Adrian’s fingers worked faster on your clit, making your impending orgasm even harder to hold back. “If you start to cum without me, I’ll stop touching you before you finish, and I’ll shove my cock into your mouth and fuck your face until I cum down your throat. I’ll get my orgasm while I ruin yours.”

Your pussy clenched but you refrained from finishing. It felt like an impossible task, but you held it off, biting down on your lip to help hold back the urge. 

“Ten,” Adrian said, and your eyes widened. He was counting down to the orgasm you were trying so hard not to have. 

“Nine.” 

He picked up the pace of both his cock and fingers. 

“Eight.” 

You wanted to give in, but you couldn’t.

“Seven.”

Your legs shook but and you bit harder onto your lip, pulling at the skin until you accidentally drew blood. 

“Six.”

You weren’t sure if you could make it. 

“Five.”

But you wanted to.

“Four.”

You wanted to be a good girl for Adrian.

“Three.” 

You were so close.

“Two.”

So, so close. 

“One.”

“Adrian, fuck!” you screamed as you were finally allowed to cum. Your body writhed as your orgasm hit like a semi truck. It hit every nerve, sending every bit of overwhelming pleasure through your entire being. Your brain rebooted, shutting down and starting up again just to feel the pleasure coursing through you twice as intensely as before. You could barely even hear your name leaving Adrian’s lips as he came inside of you, flooding you with even more stimulation. He was going too fast, both on your clit and in your pussy, but you loved it, every second of it. 

The peak ended and Adrian released your clit from his torturous fingers. You could finally breathe again, air filling your lungs like you just surfaced from underwater. Adrian let your legs drop off of your shoulder and he pulled out, leaving you cunt feeling full and empty at the same time. He sat back on his heels and placed a hand on your stomach, which he rubbed softly. 

“Good girl,” he said again, this time his tone sounding less domineering. “You were… you’re my good girl.”

You struggled to sit up, your legs not wanting to work. Adrian noticed and helped you, moving to sit beside you and holding onto you back to allow you to sit upright. 

“Can you untie me?” you asked. 

“Oh, yeah, right,” he said. He undid the knot he made with his tie and tossed it onto the floor. You brought your hands in front of you and rolled your shoulders and you rubbed your wrists. Adrian’s hand returned to your back hesitantly. 

“It’s okay if you keep touching me,” you told him, and his hand against your skin pressed a bit harder. 

As you rubbed your wrist, you noticed the wedding rings still on your finger. You pulled them off and held them in your palm. Adrian looked down at them with you. 

“I’m sorry I was such a shitty fake wife,” you said. 

“You weren’t. I was a shitty fake husband,” he said. “I don’t regret my decision to kill the butterfly instead of letting you sleep with him, but I know you deserve to make your own decisions.”

“I’m glad you stopped me,” you said. “I would have regretted it, even if I pretended like I wouldn’t.”

Adrian rested his head against your shoulder. “Do you regret sleeping with me?”

“No,” you said. “I only regret that we didn’t do this sooner.”

Adrian perked up and looked at you. “Really?”

“Really,” you said. “I don’t know what you want, but I know what I don’t want. I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

“I don’t either,” Adrian said. He placed his hand over yours, closing the fist holding the rings. His own fake-wedding ring was still on his hand that wrapped around yours. “Instead of being my fake wife, will you be my real girlfriend? Or, at the very least, go on a date with me?”

“I’d like that,” you said, then realized you needed to clarify. “I’d like to be your girlfriend. We can go on dates, too, but I know how I feel about you, and I feel strongly enough that I want to be yours.”

“I want to be yours, too,” he said, before pressing his lips to your forehead. 

“There’s one condition though.”

“Name it.”

“You have to let me make my own decision,” you said. “If you don’t like them, tell me, but don’t ever tell me what I can and cannot do again, okay?”

“I can do that,” Adrian agreed. “But I have a condition too.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“It’s not actually a condition because if you say no I’ll still date you but-”

“What is it?” you asked. 

“I still get to tell you what to do when we’re fucking,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at him and a blush came to his pretty face. “I like making you obey me.”

He said it so shyly, like he hadn’t just railed you with your hands tied behind your back. 

“You can boss me around when we fuck, but that’s it,” you said. 

“Deal,” he agreed, and kissed you briefly. He rested his forehead to your after and you let out a little giggle. “What?”

“There’s no way in hell the whole team didn’t just hear us fuck,” you said. 

“Then they’ll know not to bother us,” he said, removing his forehead from yours and pulling you down onto the bed with him. You reached over him and put the rings on the bedside table before getting comfortable in his arms. Adrian grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed with his foot and pulled it up, throwing it over the two of you. 

“Are we going to sleep?” you asked him. 

“No, just cuddle,” he said. “You can sleep if you want, as long as I get to hold you.”

You snuggled against him and smiled against his chest. You weren’t sure where the night would take you, whether it be sleeping or staying awake cuddling or going for another round or apologizing to the team for the noise, but you knew that whatever you did would be great, because Adrian would be right there with you.