As the car slowed to a stop, Adrian's eyes flickered open, his mind snapping back to reality. He looked out of the window, taking in the surroundings, before turning his attention back to me, still asleep in his arms.
He seemed reluctant to wake me, enjoying the feeling of me in his lap, but he knew we had arrived at our destination. He gave me a gentle nudge, his voice low and gentle. "Wake up, princess."
Adrian chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Stubborn little thing," he murmured, his hand gently shaking my shoulder again. "Wake up, baby. We've arrived."
When I still didn't stir, Adrian took a firmer approach. He slid his hands under my thighs and lifted me up off his lap, holding me in his arms like a doll. He then got out the car, his steps quick and purposeful as he carried me towards our destination.
The driver followed behind Adrian, carrying my meager bag of belongings, his expression still blank and stoic. He seemed used to whatever strange situations Adrian put him in, keeping his cool no matter what.
They eventually reached the entrance of a large, imposing building, the exterior all sleek lines and dark metal. It seemed like some kind of industrial property. Adrian didn't even break his stride as he approached the front door, shifting me slightly in his arms to buzz the intercom.
A few seconds later, the intercom crackled to life, a stern voice speaking through it. "Name and reason for visiting," the voice demanded, its tone cold and no-nonsense.
Adrian didn't even hesitate, his voice low and confident. "Adrian Lombardi," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I have business to attend to here tonight. Let me in."
There was a brief pause, the voice on the intercom going silent. Then, after a few moments, the door buzzed and unlocked.
Adrian shouldered open the door, carrying me in his arms, the driver following closely behind. The space inside the building was dark, the air heavy with tension and secrecy.
Adrian seemed right at home as he walked through the dimly lit space, his footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. He made his way down a narrow corridor, his eyes fixed on a door at the end, an aura of command surrounding him.
He pushed the door open, revealing a large, barren room. It was barely furnished, the windows covered by thick blinds, muffling the sounds from outside.
Adrian carried me over to a couch in the corner of the room, setting me down gently on the worn leather cushions. He then turned to the driver, his expression cool.
"You can leave now," he said, his voice a low, commanding growl. "I don't need you anymore tonight."
The driver nodded silently, setting my bag down next to the sofa. Without a word, he turned and left the room, the door closing behind him with a firm click.
Adrain's eyes flicked back to me, his expression a mix of possessiveness and satisfaction.
He sat down next to me on the couch, his body close enough that I could feel his heat. His hand reached out, resting possessively on my thigh.
For a few moments, he was silent, his eyes roving over me, as if memorizing every inch of my body.
Finally, he broke the silence, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "You're a heavy sleeper, baby girl," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Didn't even stir when I carried you all the way in here."
He leaned in closer to me, his grip tightening on my thigh. "But I guess you must have been exhausted," he continued. "This whole day must have been quite a lot for you, huh?"
Adrian watched as I nuzzled into him, his expression growing even more possessive at my submissive act. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him, his chest against my body.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Submit to me. Know your place. I own you now."
His hands began to roam over my body, exploring and claiming. He traced the curves of my waist, his touch both possessive and tender. "You're mine now," he repeated, his voice a dominant claim. "No one else's. You belong to me."
As I began to stir, waking up from my sleep, Adrian's hands stopped their explorations, but his grip on me didn't loosen. He watched as my eyes fluttered open, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Finally awake, huh?" he said, his tone low and amused.
Adrian's smirk widened as I let out a sleepy hum of acknowledgement. He pulled me even closer to him, his body pressed against mine, his presence overwhelming.
His hand reached up, cupping my chin, tilting my head up to make me meet his gaze. "Open your eyes, doll. I want to see those pretty eyes of yours."
"Hmmmmmmmmm.." Adrian chuckled softly at my less than compliant response. "Come on, baby. Stop being so stubborn. Open those eyes for me."
His hand moved from my chin to my hair, his fingers wrapping around the strands and giving them a gentle, yet firm tug.
"Oww." "Oh don't be dramatic, princessa," Adrian said, his voice holding a hint of mockery. "That didn't even hurt."
He continued to hold my hair, his grasp firm and dominant. "Now open those eyes for me. That's an order, princessa."
His tone was sharp and commanding, leaving no room for argument. He wasn't going to take no for an answer.
He waited for me to obey, his grip on my hair and my body unyielding.
"Come on, baby doll," he repeated, his voice a deep, possessive growl. "I want to see those big, beautiful eyes of yours. Open them. Now."
"Am tireeed.." Adrian's eyes hardened at my words, annoyance clear in his expression. "I don't care if you're tired, princessa," he said gruffly. "I told you to open your eyes. I'm not asking, I'm telling you."
The grip on my hair tightened, his hand pulling my head up further, forcing me to look directly at him.
"You listen to me, baby," he continued, his voice stern and authoritative. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. No whining, no resistance. Understand?"
His eyes bored into mine, his expression holding a clear warning. "You belong to me now, doll, and that means you do what I say. No more defying me. No more being stubborn. You listen and obey. That's your role now."
Adrian's expression softened slightly at my nod, a hint of satisfaction on his face. "That's it," he murmured, his voice growing huskier. "Good girl. You're learning. It's much nicer when you behave, isn't it?"
His grip on my hair loosened a little, his fingers now gently stroking the strands, almost like a reward for my obedience.
He then tilted my head up further, his gaze now roaming over my face, his eyes taking in every detail. "And look at you," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. "So beautiful, even with your sleepy eyes."
"I miss samari.." I yawn
Adrian's expression darkened at my mention of someone else. "Whose Samari?" he asked gruffly, his voice taking on a possessive edge.
"She's my dog, she's a Siberian husky and she's got gorgeous blue eyes I love her so much I miss her.."
A flicker of surprise crossed Adrian's face at my answer. He hadn't expected me to mention a pet. "You have a dog... a Siberian husky?" he said, his tone less severe now, but still holding a hint of suspicion.
"Yes, I trained her and everything she's lovely I miss her so much though I wish we could have brought her..."
Adrian considered my words for a moment, a faint frown on his lips. "You... trained her?" he questioned, sounding slightly surprised. "As in... you trained her to perform tricks or something?"
"Pretty much yes.. but she also protects me."
Adrian's eyes suddenly widened with interest at my words. "She... protects you?" he repeated, his tone eager and suddenly intrigued. "She's protective of you, you say?"
"Yeah.. she can be.."
Adrian's expression turned thoughtful as he mulled over this information. "Interesting," he muttered, his eyes studying me closely. "A protective dog... that's definitely useful."
"Can we please bring her here? Please?"
Adrian seemed to consider the request for a few moments, his expression calculating. "Your dog," he said slowly. "You want to bring her here, to this place, to me?"
"Yes I promise once you meet her you'll love her."
Adrian's lips curled upwards into a smirk at my statement. "Love her, huh?" he repeated, his tone amused. "You think I'll love your dog once I meet her?"
"Absolutely, it's hard not to."
Adrian chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over my face. "You seem awfully certain of that," he said, his tone still holding a hint of amusement. "What makes you so sure I'll love your dog, dollface?" "She's so cute and fluffy and you'll love her eyes they are so beautiful."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Your dog has beautiful eyes, huh?" he said, his voice holding a hint of mockery. "She's cute and fluffy, too, you say?"
"Shut uppppp" I laugh.
Adrian chuckled at my reaction, his gaze softening slightly. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?" he said, amusement clear in his tone. "But alright, princessa. I'll meet your dog. But if she's as annoying as you are, we'll have a problem."
"Heyyyyy!!!"
Adrian's face broke into a wide grin at my protest. "What? Can't take a little teasing?" he asked, his tone playful and mocking. "You're such a sensitive little flower, baby doll."
Adrian chuckled again at my sulky reaction. "Aw, don't pout, princessa," he said, his voice taking on a more teasing tone. "You know I like messing with you. It's too damn easy to get a rise out of you."
Adrian nodded, his expression softening a bit. "Yeah, you can take a shower," he said, his tone still holding a hint of authority. "It's late... or early, depending on how you look at it. About three in the morning. And don't lock the door, princessa. I don't want you getting any fancy ideas."
"Thank you, where's the wash room?" Adrian pointed to a door in the corner of the room. "Over there," he said, gesturing with his thumb. "Bathroom's through there. You should find everything you need. And don't forget what I said. Don't lock the door. I want to be able to get in there anytime I want."
"Can you carry me I can't be bothered??" Adrian let out a low, amused chuckle at my request. "You really are spoiled, aren't you princessa?" he said, his tone teasing. "You want me to carry you to the bathroom because you can't be bothered walking? Is my doll that lazy?" "Yes."
I laugh.
Adrian shook his head, his lips curving into a smirk. "Alright, doll," he said, his voice holding a hint of mock resignation. "I'll carry you to the bathroom. But don't expect me to do everything for you all the time. You're going to have to start doing things yourself eventually, princessa."
"Whateverrrrrs" I chuckled.
Adrian chuckled at my dismissive response, but he did as I asked. He picked me up in his arms, carrying me like a bride. He made his way over to the bathroom door, his grip on me firm and strong.
"Thank you."
Once we were inside the bathroom, Adrian set me down on the edge of the bathtub, his hands still holding onto my waist. "There you go, princessa," he said, his voice low and possessive. "Now shower and come out when you're done. And remember... don't lock the door."
"Okay.."
Adrian stepped back, his eyes roaming over my body, his gaze full of possessive intent. "Good girl," he said, his tone gruff and satisfied. "Don't take too long. I don't like to be kept waiting, princessa."
As I was taking a shower, unaware of what was happening outside, Adrian closed the bathroom door and made his way out of the room. Once he was out in the corridor, he approached one of his most trusted men, a man named Jack.
Without wasting any time, Adrian gave him a detailed instruction. "Jack, I have a task for you," he said, his tone firm and commanding. "I need you to go and pick up the princess' dog. Bring it here, quietly and discreetly. I want it to be a surprise for her."
Jack nodded in acknowledgment, his expression serious and obedient. "Understood, boss," he said, his voice showing no hint of hesitation. "I'll make sure to get the dog here without any issues."
Adrian clapped him on the shoulder, satisfied with his response. "Good man," he said, his tone gruff but approving. "Don't disappoint me, Jack. And do it quietly. I want the princessa to be surprised."
Jack nodded again, his expression a confident promise. "You got it, boss," he said, his voice steady. "I'll handle it. You can count on me."
He then turned and exited the building, leaving Adrian alone in the corridor, a satisfied expression on his face. He knew his plan would work, and he couldn't wait to see the look on my face when I was reunited with my beloved dog, Samari.
As Jack drove off into the night, Adrian made his way back towards the room, his mind already planning on how to present the surprise. He knew I'd be overjoyed to see Samari again, and the thought of my reaction to the surprise only fueled his desire to possess me even more.
As I continued my shower, my thoughts wandered off into a myriad of emotions and musings. My internal monologue was a mix of confusion, guilt, and a strange sense of satisfaction from Adrain's possessive behavior. I found myself grappling with the complexities of feeling cared for by someone capable of such brutal acts, all while silently hoping my friends were okay.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Who am I? He literally kidnapped well kind of kidnapped me into this yet here I am being all nice? What the hell?! No. This is why I hate people talking to me in the morning time I get to what's the word clingy? I don't even know. I feel bad now because I can't just change. What have I done? I really hope the girls are okay.
Am literally living with a murder... oh my god! What am I doing with my life. Who let me work at a fucking club? I blame Emily. Damn it! I can't deny it though it was fun watching Adrain becoming really jealous of someone touching me. The amount of pleasure I got just watching his face. Don't get me wrong it was so wrong of him to murder him, but seeing someone care about me so much I don't know what am thinking but it feels good for once. A man actually cares about me for once. It's stupid I know but can you blame me?
My internal conflict was heightened by the circumstances of my situation. Adrain was not just any man; he was a dangerous criminal, someone involved in illicit deeds and violent crimes. Yet, despite that, here I was, finding comfort in his twisted display of care and possessiveness. It felt wrong, but at the same time, it filled me with a strange sense of validation.
"Shit I can't get my back! Nooooo why now?? Damn it! Adrainnnnnn!!"
As my thoughts were consumed by my inner turmoil, suddenly snapped out of it by my own voice calling out in frustration. "Adrainnnnnn!!"
Instantly, I heard footsteps approaching the bathroom door and it swung open, revealing Adrain's tall figure in the doorway. He looked at me, a mix of curiosity and irritation on his face. "What's the matter, princessa? What are you yelling about?"
"Can you wash my back please?" I chuckle. I face the wall feeling really embarrassed only showing him my back and I use my hands hiding my stomach feeling really insecure.
Adrain's irritation quickly melted away at my request, replaced by a smirk of amusement. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes roaming over my back and body, taking in every curve.
"You want me to wash your back, huh?" he said, his voice holding a hint of mockery. "And why should I do that, princessa? What's in it for me?"
"Pleaseee I can't reach!!" Adrain chuckled at my pleading tone, his smirk deepening. "You're quite the spoiled little thing, aren't you? Always wanting things your way, princessa," he said, his tone teasing.
He pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped closer to the bathtub, his presence towering over me. "Alright, fine. I'll wash your back. But only because I don't want to listen to your whining anymore."
"Heyyyyyy!!!" Adrain rolled his eyes at my protest, his smirk not wavering. "What, princessa? You don't like it when I point out your spoiled behavior? Don't be so sensitive," he mocked.
He then turned on the water, the warm spray cascading down my back, making me shiver slightly. "Now stop complaining and let me wash your back. You're lucky I'm even doing this for you, doll."
"You love it reallyyy" Adrain chuckled at my taunt, his hands starting to run a soapy washcloth over my back, his touch firm yet gentle. "You're right, princessa," he said, his voice holding a hint of resignation. "I do like pampering you. It's hard to resist a pretty, spoiled thing like you."
His hands continued their ministrations, lathering my back with suds, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort and pleasure from his touch.
Adrain's eyes suddenly noticed my hands' movement, covering my stomach. He paused in his ministrations, a flicker of curiosity on his face.
"What are you doing, princessa? Why are you covering your stomach with your hands?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and mockery.
"It doesn't matter.." Adrain's smirk widened at my attempt to dismiss his question. "Oh, I think it does matter," he said, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "You always try to cover your stomach. Why don't you want me to see that part of your body, princessa?"
"Am to chubby I hate it now wash my back please" I chuckle. Adrain chuckled at my response, a smirk on his face. "Too chubby, huh? Who told you that? Was it one of those stupid magazines or the Internet, princessa? You know those things are full of bullshit."
He continued washing my back, his hands gentle and firm. "You're perfect just the way you are, doll. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially not some shitty magazines or websites."
His voice held a surprising note of sincerity, as if he was genuinely trying to reassure me. "I don't care about any of that bullshit. I like your body, princessa. Curves and all. You're perfect to me, doll."
As he spoke, his hands continued their soothing motions, running the soapy cloth over my back, making me shiver again. His words and his touch combined to send shivers down my spine. Despite my insecurities, I couldn't help but feel a slight warmth blossom inside me.
As I turned off the shower water, Adrain stepped back, giving me some space. He observed me through the steam, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and contour.
"All clean, doll," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're like a damn walking temptation, you know that?"
"Shushhhh.." Adrain chuckled at my protest, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Oh, I don't think I will, doll. You're standing there, all wet and bare in front of me, and you expect me to shush? Not a chance, princessa."
"You're so damn tempting, princessa," he continued, his voice taking on a huskier tone. "You look like a damn dream, baby doll. All soft and smooth skin, begging to be touched and tasted."
"Heyyyyy!!" Adrain smirked at my protest, his eyes roaming over my exposed naked body. "Oh, you can 'hey' all you want, doll," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "But your body is giving me a different message. You're practically begging me to touch you, princessa."
"Can you hand me the towel please?" I lean my hand back ready to grab it off him
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