I let out a tired sigh as I close the door to my room, stepping from the light into darkness. I turn the light on, rubbing my left eye with my index finger. I'm already in my pyjama, coming from the bathroom. The staff here has only one bathroom together. That doesn't bother me because I know it's always clean since Milena and I take care of that every day.

I hang my uniform in the closet to wear it tomorrow and when I turn around, I let out a loud yelp, running back into the closet, hitting my back hard.

My wide, scared eyes settle on Adrian sitting on the chair with a glass in his hand, watching me. "Que ..." I put my hand on my racing heart. "What are you doing here?"

"Good evening, Cassandra," Adrian greets me with his deep voice. His tone is calm. As if he isn't sitting in my room, completely unplanned and unannounced.

"What are you doing here?" I repeat, crossing my arms over my chest. Now I'm embarrassed that he's seeing me wear this unflattering pyjama.

I see Adrian eyeing me up and down, his eyes stopping on my bare legs for just a second. It's not like he doesn't see my legs exposed all the damn due to that uniform he makes me wear.

"I just came to see you."

I look anywhere else but at him. He makes me feel a thousand emotions at once and when they all hit me ... I'm surprised I can still stand. "What for?"

Adrian's eyebrow slightly arches. If I didn't look at his face intently, I would've missed the small movement. "Do I need a reason?"

It's my eyebrow arching now. I pointedly look around the room. "Pues ... sí."

Adrian's eyes get hooded, his eyelids dropping a bit. "I've missed you. Is this reason good enough?" Adrian says, humming afterwards. He drinks the remaining liquid in the glass and puts it on the nightstand. The book I put there before catches his attention and he pauses, picking it up.

I sense he's going to say something and I start guessing he'll be mad that I took the book from his library without his permission.

He silently opens the book and starts going through it. I look at him, not knowing what to make out of this situation. "What's your favourite book, Cassandra?"

I purse my lips to the side at the unexpected question. He doesn't look at me. "The one you're holding," I say, still not moving away from the closet and still not cutting the distance between us.

Adrian hums again. He slowly closes the book and puts it back on the nightstand. He leans forward in the chair and puts his elbows on his knees, looking at me once again, his intense eyes making me feel self-conscious because I feel he notices every little movement I make.

"Why did you decide to study English literature?"

I blink at him. And I blink at him again. "Because ... I like it?"

"And why here?"

I give myself away by looking away from him for just a moment. "I've always wanted to at least visit London. It's even greater that I have the chance to live here now." I throw in a forced smile, even though I know he doesn't believe me.

Adrian rubs his lower lip. "What do you want to do in your life?"

"Adrian," I protest. "It's already late and I'm really tired."

"You're avoiding answering that question," he notes, slightly cocking his head to the side, inspecting me closely.

He sits back in the chair, moving his legs and rearranging them. I notice he's still wearing his trousers, his dress shirt is opened at the neck. He always looks so polished, so well-dressed while I'm currently standing in my years' old pyjama that has a faded Mickey Mouse on it and I could find a few holes in it already. It's also too big on me. I look like a disaster.

"Come closer," he suddenly says.

"Adrian ..." I start, not knowing what game are we going to play or what he's planning to do with me now.

"Come here," Adrian says, his voice going lower. I look around the room in desperation, not liking this at all.

"Why are you here?" I ask him for the third time and just like the previous two times, my question goes unanswered.

"I came to see you. Now, come here," he says yet again. It feels like we're going in circles.

I let out an annoying grunt and do as he says, walking closer to him, stopping in front of him. Adrian watches my face the whole time while I stomp there like a 5-year-old child. "What do you want?"

"Closer," he says.

I shake my head, catching up on his game. "I'm not doing this again."

"Cassandra. Come closer."

"Adrian. No."

He stares at me, his jaw ticking. "Please," he says quietly. He gets a look in his eyes that I read as a desperate. But it could only be my imagination playing with me.

"I told you I'm not doing this anymore," I tell him, equally as quiet, but I still go closer to him.

Adrian lets out a breath that hits my bare thighs and makes me shiver. He wraps his arm around me, putting his hand on my lower back and pulling me even closer to him.

I put my hands on his shoulders, stopping him from pulling me too close. Adrian sits on the edge of the chair and puts his forehead on my stomach, placing a kiss on it. I take in a shaky breath. I'm not used to him being so tender with me.

And then, all of a sudden, he picks me up and places me on his lap as if it's the most normal thing to do. "Adrian, no."

"Yes," he says, attacking my neck with his lips, kissing it tenderly and softly. I get chills all over my body. "I can't stay away from you for another bloody day."

"We talked about this, we ended it ..."

Adrian stops what he's doing and looks at me, his hands holding me even tighter to ensure I can't escape anywhere. "We didn't end anything, Cassandra. Do you really think that? Do you?"

I press my lips together, refusing to say anything. No. I don't think that. But I also refuse to continue being a plaything for him.

He releases my hair from the high bun I did before I went to shower, watching my hair fall down my back. I notice how he squeezes his other palm into a fist while he goes through my hair with his fingers with the other one, his lips parting open.

I've already found out that he likes my hair. "We should talk," I try again, although I know damn well that I don't want to talk right now. Especially when I feel how aroused he is.

Adrian rains kisses down my neck again. "We'll do it later."

And that's the answer I was looking for. I already gave into him. He has me. He can do whatever he wants to me.

I bury my hands in his thick hair and tilt his head back, leaning down so I can capture his lips with mine. I don't hold back. I kiss him passionately, forcefully, with all the passion that's built inside of me this time we've been apart. I taste the disgusting taste of scotch and I feel the rough scratch of his unshaven beard against my cheeks.

Adrian groans into my mouth, his hands going under my shirt, finding my bare breast and squeezing it. I slightly arch into his touch, not breaking our kiss. Our movements quickly become desperate and frenzy.

"Get undressed," Adrian orders me against my mouth before he softly bites my lower lip and moves away to give me space while he starts undressing, too.

I pull the shirt over my head, exposing my breasts and Adrian's hands momentarily stop unbuttoning his dress shirt as his eyes fall down. I feel his cock twitch and I have to bite my lip.

I move off him to drop my shorts and panties on the floor, climbing on his lap, completely naked, while he's still dressed.

I sit on his knees, my legs parted, as I help him with his pants, unbuckling them, but not before grabbing his cock and squeezing it, making him let out a groan. He quickly gets rid of the dress shirt, exposing his muscled chest that makes my muscles clench.

I unbutton his pants and unzip them while Adrian takes something out of his pocket and throws it on the nightstand. Condoms. Multiple of them. My pussy clenches.

Adrian lifts me up so he can get rid of his pants, holding me with only one arm. The muscles on his arms bulge out and I sink my nails into his shoulders. "You'll need to hurry up, héroe."

Adrian sits back down, placing me in his lap before he takes one of the condoms. "I hope you're ready because I can't wait to be inside you." He rips the foil with his perfect teeth and my nipples perk up.

I wrap my hands around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape. I stare down at him, his perfect features, his strong jaw, eyebrows, long eyelashes, eyes darker than the night and hair darker than black. He's exquisite. "Sí," I say, my voice desperate.

Adrian's eyelids drop at hearing it. He puts a condom on his cock and lifts me. I put my hands on his shoulder for leverage and Adrian capture my eyes when I slowly, slowly sink down onto him, taking him whole after a few tries and adjustments.

I put my forehead against his, our breathing mixing together. My hands are on the either side of his neck, slowly caressing him as I start a slow pace, my hips moving up and down on him, taking him as much as I can.

"Fuck, Cassandra. Your fucking pussy," Adrian grits out, his big palms hugging my face as his breathing gets faster and harder. "It has me obsessed."

I lean back a little, making some space between us.

"But not enough to only fuck this one, eh, hermoso?" I circle my hips as I say that, making Adrian tighten his hold.

A cynical smile appears on Adrian's mouth as he leans forward to take my nipple into his mouth. "Ah, Cassandra. You have no idea. Absolutely no idea."

I thrust my hands into his hair and throw my head back as he thrusts his hips up, hitting a certain spot in me that makes my eyes roll back. "Ay, Dios mío. Qué bueno es esto."

Adrian's wraps my hair around his hand and tugs it down, making me expose my neck and he immediately attacks my neck, sucking on it so hard I completely lose it.

I come. It's unexpected and faster than I wanted, but I can't hold myself back.

"That's hot as hell," Adrian says as he suddenly lifts me up and I remember just in time to wrap my arms around him so I don't fall down.

Adrian lies me down on the bed and crawls between my legs, his hands parting my legs even further so he can have an easier access as his mouth sucks on my pussy, making my hips buckle because I'm still sensitive.

"Ay, Dios ..." I close my eyes, literally seeing the stars. I can't believe I thought I could give this up forever. This man ... un hombre viril. Con muchos talentos. "Increíble ... qué me estás haciendo?" What are you doing to me?

"Making you come," Adrian says against my pussy lips. He puts his long finger inside me and he only slightly leans his head back, looking down at what he's doing. "Ah, hell, Cassandra. You have such a hungry pussy, it literally sucks my finger in."

I'm in so much pleasure I can't even be ashamed of his words. I grab his head and force his mouth down on me again, rolling my hips against his mouth. "A demanding one, too," Adrian grunts, sucking down on it, making my eyes roll back.

"Sí, sí, Adrian, sí," I yell out, digging my head back onto the bed, gripping the sheets and his hair. Adrian grabs my thighs and keeps my legs open as I start writhing on the bed when the second orgasm hits me. "Ay, Díos mio." I lifelessly lie on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling.

If I died right now, I'd die happy and sated. Adrian climbs back on top of me, licking his lips, and I can't do anything but limply wrap my arms around his back as he pushes his cock back inside of me, driving deep and hard.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, scratching him, most likely leaving marks on him. I don't care. I want everyone to know he was pleasuring someone. And he pleasured them good.

I smile to myself a little when I lift my head to his neck and bite down hard, sucking in the skin. Adrian drives into me even harder, trying to angle his head to the side, away from him, but I prevent him by putting my hands on his head.

Adrian grabs my hands then and then puts both of my wrists in his hold, taking them back. "Trying to mark me?" he asks.

I only give him a sultry smile. He leans down and kisses me. His hips slap against mine as he fucks me good and hard. I can barely focus on kissing him back. He's a machine.

"You need to come again," Adrian says.

I shake my head, but he sneaks his hand down between us and rubs my pussy. My eyes widen a little and water with pleasure. I feel the sweat high on my forehead and I feel how sweaty Adrian's body is. I see the sweat glistening on his forehead, his dark, dark eyes shining in the light as he circles his hips.

"Adrian, Díos. Eres increíble." You're amazing.

"I need you to come again," he says through gritted teeth.

And, God bless him, I'm on the verge of my third orgasm, even though it feels like it's going to tear me apart inside. "Casi ahí." Almost there.

Adrian only grunts and fuck me harder, deeper ... Sweet Jesus.

"Adrian!" I scream out as he repeatedly hits my G-spot. I close my eyes as he rams into me and Adrian puts his hand on my throat, making me look at him as I come, squeezing his cock as he keeps fucking me until he comes, too.

I muster all my last will to enjoy the look of the ecstasy on his face, how the veins in his neck bulge out, how his muscles clench. And I let myself coat in satisfaction that this is all me, it's me who did this to him.

Adrian releases my hands and I hug his head to me when he drops his head down, coating my face with kisses. And it's sweet moments like this one that steals pieces of my heart. Slowly, but surely. And I don't know if Adrian knows what he's doing to me, but I'd never stop him, either.

Adrian rolls off me, taking care of the condom as I take the time to sit up on the bed, watching him with wonder as he comes back. "Should we have that talk now?"

Adrian sits down on the bed, his back against the headboard, still completely naked. He pulls me towards him so I snuggle to his chest and I have to lie my head on his naked skin. "Now we're going to have that talk."

This is the last update before I take a break from wattpad for a month because exams are here and I have too much studying to do. I'll come back in July (hopefully). I'm really sorry to do this, but I literally have no time at all and I have to give all my focus on passing the exams right now. Thank you for understanding, this story is getting finished for sure and I'm sorry you have to wait some more :(