Chapter 4

• Adrian's POV
• I admit that I am not a kind-hearted person.
• Compared to reaching out to those in need and desperate for help, I prefer to watch them struggle in pain and then fall into hell.
• And my twin brother, Damian Thorn, the big boss of the company, is truly a kind and good person.
• From childhood to adulthood, everyone always compares me to him. He is smart, reliable, kind, and forgiving, while I am the complete opposite.
• Two identical faces, but two completely different hearts.
• As we grew up, the family business naturally passed on to him, and I was only worthy of watching him stand under the light, in the midst of the crowd, being praised and admired. It seems like I can never measure up to him.
• But at this moment, the woman in front of me mistook me for Damian.
• She rushed into my room in a disheveled state, begging me for help.
• “Mr. Thorn, please help me. My father has been framed. He is innocent. Please, remember what happened between us last night.”
• She stood in front of me, trying to straighten her back.
• Her shirt was wrinkled, and the white skirt clung to her body, outlining her curvaceous figure.
• Her eyelashes trembled constantly, and her amber eyes revealed stubbornness and unease when she blinked.
• Undeniably, she was beautiful. But just like the roughly cut dress she was wearing, she seemed cheap.
• To my surprise, the woman who was with Damian last night turned out to be her.
• Damian and I are twins, and since we were young, we could empathize with each other, sharing both pain and joy.
• But as we grew older, the distance between us grew, and our ability to empathize seemed to weaken.
• Only when one reaches extreme happiness in both mind and body will the other sense it.
• Last night, my empathy sensed Damian's extreme happiness. That happiness almost made me lose control in the middle of the night.
• I could have easily had her thrown out, but as I looked at her determinedly beautiful face and imagined what happened between her and Damian last night, a desire deep within me boiled up.
• “Why should I help you? Just because I slept with you?” I spoke with disdain, staring at her intently.
• Upon hearing the question, her pupils slightly contracted, and a look of shame appeared on her face.
• She hesitated for a second, telling me about the threats from her fiancé—all because he found out she had been intimate with another man.
• So she thought I should take some responsibility for this.
• As I listened, I felt only irony and amusement. She had actually cheated with Damian at her bachelorette party.
• Just now, I had concluded that she was the kind of woman who would sleep with someone for money.
• Now, her words confirmed my judgment.
• Not only did she cheat at her bachelorette party, but she also tried to extort money from the man she cheated with. Truly a harlot.
• Staring at her slender neck, I felt like I could sense the pulsing of her heartbeat—as if I could just squeeze hard and make her stop breathing altogether.
• But that would be too boring. I had a better idea.
• I couldn’t help but smirk, imagining the expressions on my dear parents’ faces when they found out my perfect brother had slept with such a harlot.
• But before that, I wanted to know what was so special about this woman that could make the usually composed Damian lose control like that.
• I stood up and approached her step by step, the sound of my shoes tapping on the floor echoing loudly in the quiet room.
• Seeing the fear in her eyes only excited me more.
• She trembled as she backed away, looking up at me like a helpless bird. “Mr. Thorn, what are you going to do?”
• She had backed up against the wall, with nowhere else to go.
• I reached out and grabbed her chin, staring into her fearful eyes and speaking in a low voice, “Want me to help you? But I am a businessman—I don't make losing deals.”
• I gave a faint smile and whispered in her ear, “Take off your clothes. Please me like you did last night, in your own special way. Beg me.”
• She trembled even more violently.
• She looked up at me, her eyes like a frightened deer, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stubbornly bit her lip and shook her head.
• “No, I can’t…” her hoarse voice trembled.
• I adjusted my tie, sat back on the sofa, and sneered, “Falsifying accounts, corruption, bribery, involving such a large amount of money—your father will be sentenced to at least ten years in prison. It seems he's not that important to you after all.”
• My words seemed to make her even more flustered, and from her clenched fists, it was clear she was hesitating.
• But my patience was running out. “Then get out.”
• She didn’t move, but instead closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
• Opening her eyes again, she trembled as she unbuttoned her shirt.
• I saw the bruises on her collarbone, shaped like bite marks, and the faint purplish marks on her chest and thighs.
• As she stood completely naked in front of me, my Adam’s apple instinctively bobbed, the uncontrollable desire quickly stirring a reaction in my body.******
• I sank deeper into the sofa, my heart pounding as she approached, her steps slow and deliberate, each one charged with intent. Her eyes locked onto mine. She knelt before me, her fingers moving with bold precision to unbuckle my belt. The soft clink of the buckle cut through the heavy silence. I shifted, helping her tug my suit trousers and boxers down, my hard dick springing free, the tip glistening with precum under her searing stare.
• Her hands, soft as silk, wrapped around my dick, stroking with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent heat coursing through me. I yanked off my suit jacket and shirt in a rush, the fabric pooling forgotten on the floor, leaving me completely naked, exposed to her touch. Her strokes were maddening, each one pulling me deeper into a haze of need.
• She leaned in, her lips brushing the glistening cap of my dick, a teasing kiss that made my thighs jerk. Her tongue flicked out, licking gently, each slow swipe sending shocks through my core. Those lips—full, impossibly soft—teased me with light, torturous licks, unraveling me. Then, she took my dick into her mouth, her warmth engulfing half of it, her head bobbing in a steady, intoxicating rhythm. Her hand caressed my balls, a tender contrast to the fire of her mouth. I moaned softly, the sound raw and unfiltered.
• My fingers slid into her soft hair, gently guiding her to take more of my dick. She obliged, sucking deeper, her pace quickening as my moans grew louder, my control slipping. The sensation was electric, each movement pushing me closer to the edge.
• With a loud, wet pop, she pulled back, saliva dripping down her chin, her lips glistening with a mix of spit and my precum.
• She rose, climbing onto my lap, her wet, pulsating pussy brushing against my dick. She rolled her hips, grinding slowly, her eyes half-closed, breath hitching with every motion. My hands found her tits, soft and perfect, and I leaned in, sucking her nipples hungrily. She moaned, arching into me, her skin warm against my lips.
• With a slow, deliberate motion, she guided my dick into her pussy, enveloping me in her tight heat. She began to ride me, slow and steady, each movement pulling me deeper. My lips stayed on her tits, sucking like I was starved, as she moved above me. Her pace quickened, her breaths sharp, her lips bitten to stifle moans.
• Then, she leaned down, her lips crashing into mine in a desperate, heated kiss. Our tongues tangled, wild and needy, as she rode me faster. My hands gripped her ass, squeezing the soft, pliant flesh, feeling it melt under my touch like liquid. She gasped into my mouth, her body trembling, the world narrowing to the pulse of her pussy around my dick.
• Her lips were still locked with mine, her kisses hot and frantic as she rode me, her pussy clenching tight around my dick. But something shifted inside me—a primal urge to take over, to claim her. My hands tightened on her ass, squeezing the soft, liquid flesh one last time before I made my move. With a low growl, I gripped her hips and lifted her off my dick, her warmth slipping away with a soft, wet sound. She gasped, her eyes widening.
• “Turn around,” I commanded, my voice low and rough, thick with need. “Arch for me.”
• Her lips parted, she obeyed, sliding off my lap and positioning herself on the sofa. She dropped to her hands and knees, her back curving into a perfect arch, her ass raised high, inviting. The sight of her—vulnerable, ready, her pussy glistening with her arousal—sent a surge of heat through me. I moved behind her, my hands itching to claim every inch of her.
• I brought my hand down on her ass, a sharp spank that echoed in the quiet room. She moaned, her body jolting forward, the soft flesh of her ass rippling under my palm. The sound, the feel of her, lit a fire in me. I spanked her again, harder, her skin flushing a faint pink as she whimpered, arching deeper, offering herself to me completely.
• I gripped my dick, still slick from her, and positioned myself at her entrance. With one slow, deliberate thrust, I slid into her pussy, her tight heat enveloping me, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. She moaned, her fingers digging into the sofa, her body rocking back to meet me. I took control now, my hand pressing firmly against the small of her back, urging her to arch even more, her curves perfect.
• I thrust into her, steady at first, each movement deep and purposeful, her pussy gripping me like a vice. Her moans grew louder, breathy, mingling with the rhythmic slap of our bodies. My other hand gripped her hip, guiding her, owning her. I was in charge now, every thrust a claim, every gasp from her lips a testament to my control. I fucked her harder, faster, the heat building, my dick driving deeper into her slick warmth.
• Her body trembled beneath me, her moans turning to cries as she pushed back against me, desperate for more — I guess. My hand slid up her spine, pressing her down further, her ass high and perfect as I pounded into her. The tension coiled tight in my core, the edge approaching fast. I could feel it—the pressure, the heat, the overwhelming need to release.
• With a low groan, I pulled out, my dick pulsing as I gripped it. My cum spilled hot and thick across her ass, painting her flushed skin in glistening streaks. She gasped softly, her body still trembling, her back still arched as she caught her breath. I leaned back, chest heaving, my eyes locked on her—marked, beautiful, and utterly mine in that moment.