AN: Sorry for the delay. I really struggled with this chapter! I hope it doesn't disappoint. Love you guys. I can't say it enough! <3 <3 <3

His New Addiction

Adrian's POV

Pulling down my shirt, I give Ellie one last lingering look. She's curled up on her side, her face relaxed and content. Her eyes are closed, long dark lashes caressing her cheek.

Beautiful.

Smirking, I lean over the bed and nuzzle the side of her neck. She stirs beneath me, her silky skin warm from sleep. "What time is it?"

I nip her ear. "Early."

She giggles softly, squirming under my lips. "Don't..."

I grin. I've never been the affectionate type, but with Ellie I can't seem to help it. "You like it."

"Mmm..." she sighs.

Slipping on my glasses, I straighten. "I have to go." I loathed the idea. If I had my choice, I'd stay in bed with Ellie all damn day. But the world didn't stop just because Elizabeth Reed gave me the best fuck of my life.

She frowns slightly, her dark brown eyes peeking open. "Okay."

I can hear the disappointment in her voice. Climbing back on the bed I settle between her hips, my hands braced on either side of her head. Leaning down I kiss the soft skin of her neck. She has a hickey and it turns me on like mad.

An entire night of fucking and I'm still unsatisfied. Hissing in a breath I grip her creamy thighs and open them wide. Her eyes squeeze shut, her face turning shyly into her pillow. I've seen her. Tasted her. Fucked her. And still she reacts so bashfully under my gaze. Until she feels pleasure. Then my shy little Ellie turns into something wild.

I love it.

"Look at me."

Her eyes spring open, pupils blown with desire. As a reward I press my erection flush against her pussy, her wet heat evident through my jeans. She's ready for me already.

My head clouds with greedy desire. I rock my hips, feeding off her sweet moans. The barrier of my jeans frustrates me. My hands palm her ass, lifting her hips so I can grind against her harder. Faster. Her luscious body begins to shake, her moans growing more desperate, and I know she's close.

"You want to come, baby?"

She nods, her dark eyes pleading up at me.

"What do you say?" She knows what I want to hear.

"Please," she gasps.

"Good girl." Slipping my hand between us my thumb finds her clit. I press hard and that's all it takes. Ellie shatters beneath me, stuttering out a breathless 'thank you'.

So perfect.

I still, clenching my jaw. This isn't enough but I have to stop. I can't even trust myself to fuck her mouth. The mental image alone makes me groan. I drop my head between her soft breasts, nuzzling one rosy pink nipple. "Damn it."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have any more condoms," I grate with frustration.

"Oh." Her hands find my hair, tugging and caressing. I close my eyes in pleasure. I love it when she does that. "Um...if we're t-together do we need them?"

I raise my head. "Are you on birth control?"

"I have the implant. And I'm clean. I haven't...you know...with anyone since I was tested. Except you." She glances away in embarrassment.

Leaning back, I give her a stern look. "Look at me, Ellie." She does immediately and my lust hits a fever pitch. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Her voice is shaky and I know damn well it's from desire not dishonesty. After last night I have no doubts that she trusts me. A part of me, a dark part, knows she shouldn't. I wasn't the kind of man anyone should trust.

I stare down at her, pinning her under my gaze. Dominant. Authoritative. It intimidates her when I look at her like this, but it also turns her on. And it turns me on that it turns her on.

She proves my point by clenching her thighs with a little whimper. I palm her breast, tormenting her further by pinching the swollen nìpple. "If I wanted to take you now would you try and stop me?"

She shakes her head, drawing her plump bottom lip between her teeth.

This woman.

My eyes trail over her full tits, the curve of her stomach, her bare pussy slick with need. I lick my lips at the memory of her taste. A wicked temptation. Then my eyes drift back up again, drinking her in inch by inch. By the time I reach her gorgeous face she's squirming under my gaze, her big brown eyes glazed with desire.

As much as I would enjoy fucking her senseless the idea of making her wait is far too appealing.

With a cocky smile I slide off the bed and stand up. "I'll have Jake run a blood test. So you can be sure." All teasing aside I want to do right by Ellie. I take the right precautions in regards to sex, but I'd rather know for sure than put her at risk.

Sitting up she pulls the sheet over her body and gives me a little frown. "Okay."

Chuckling, I lean over and give her a quick peck on her forehead. "Just think of how hard I'll fuck you when it comes back."

She raises a brow. "Can it get harder than last time?"

"Baby, that was nothing." Anticipation of just how hard and how far I'm going to take her makes me grit my teeth. "I got to go. Are you all set for the gala tomorrow night?"

She nods. "Yea."

"I'll send you the rest of the details later then." I give her another kiss on top of her head. "Have a good day."

She smiles shyly. "You too."

Too. Fucking. Adorable.

I have to force myself to leave. Jake is waiting for me in the hall, mindlessly playing a puzzle game on his phone. "Have a good night, sir?"

Rolling my eyes, I walk straight to the elevator and don't answer. He doesn't press, following close behind me.

At the sight of the classic beige car waiting outside I raise a brow. "The Bentley today?"

Jake shrugs. "That kind of mood."

"Rosalie?"

The other man grunts, confirming my suspensions. He only drove the Bentley when he was in a foul mood. And only my sister could get that far under Jake's skin.

Getting into the back seat I take out my phone and quickly check my emails while Jake takes the driver's seat. "Take me straight to the office. I've fallen behind. And I need some blood work done by tomorrow."

"Blood work, huh?" Jake eyes me in the rear-view mirror. "Surprised you spent the whole night. That's a first."

"Hopefully, one of many," I reply absently.

He chuckles, shaking his head in bemusement. "God damn."

"Shut up," I mutter.

"You aren't typically like this with women, boss."

I can't argue with that. Women were nothing to me before Ellie. Greedy, selfish, looking for their next bank account. I fucked them. I left them. "Things change."

"Does she know about yer past?" Jake presses.

"No." And in truth I don't want her to. If she knew just how fucked I used to be - how fucked up I am - she might run. I want to be a different man for Ellie. A better one. But I can't hide it from her either. It would come out eventually. Skeletons always do.

Jake's quiet for a moment before asking worriedly, "Donna think yer moving kinda fast?"

He might be right, but I don't give two shits. Tapping a finger on my thigh I glance out the window. I can still smell her on me. Sweet and addictive. I want everything I can get from her. Now.

"How's finding a replacement bodyguard for Rosalie going?" I ask, tactfully changing the topic.

Frustration flashes briefly in Jake's hazel eyes. "Not good, sir."

Sighing, I cock my head. My sister is becoming more and more problematic. "I want you to do it."

"What?" he all but snarls.

"You would be good for her." I look back down at my phone. "Keep her in line so to speak."

"She ain't gonna like that, sir." I can hear the anger in his voice, his Scottish accent growing thick with it. But he won't argue with me. If I give Jake a job he does it one hundred percent.

I smirk evilly. "I know."

Jake doesn't respond, brooding quietly for the rest of the ride. When we reach my office building he escorts me to the elevator before briskly excusing himself. No doubt to inform Rosalie of his new position.

Taking my private elevator to the twentieth floor I head for my office. My receptionist spots me, her eyes growing wide. "Mr. Hunter!" Getting up she rushes over to me, her ridiculously high heels clicking on the marble floor. "I didn't know you would be in today," she purrs.

I purse my lips, looking her over with distaste. It's not that she isn't an attractive woman. She has the body of a supermodel and the face to match. Her blonde hair is sleek and straight down her back and her full mouth is painted a deep red. It's a color meant to entice and before I met Ellie I may have been tempted.

How fucked up.

"Move my two and three o-clock appointments back one hour," I order.

She nods. "Of course. Anything else?" she asks suggestively.

I just stop myself from rolling my eyes. I'm not a fool. I know damn well what she's after. She's made it clear since the day I interviewed her for the job. I hate to admit, but it was one of the reasons I hired her. An attractive secretary seeking my advances. What red blooded male wouldn't find that appealing?

Now I can't fathom what the hell I was thinking.

"That will be all Ms. Sterling," I state curtly, brushing her off and entering my office. "Don't disturb me for the rest of the morning."

I swear I hear her huff behind my back before she says far too sweetly, "Of course, Mr. Hunter."

Once safely enclosed in my office I shower in my private bathroom and dress in a spare suit. I feel as if I've barely sat at my desk before there's a commotion outside. Then my sister comes bursting through the door, her grey eyes flashing with anger. Jake is right behind her, his bearded face equally furious.

My receptionist follows close on their heels. "I tried to stop her, Mr. Hunter."

"Get out, you conniving bitch!" Rosalie orders.

Ms. Sterling gasps, pressing a hand over her chest. "Excuse me?"

Rosalie rolls her eyes. "You're not getting your whore hands on my brother so drop the act."

Ms. Sterling sputters, glancing between the two of us.

I wave my hand at her dismissively. "Leave us. I have this under control."

Tugging on her suit jacket Ms. Sterling nods. "Of course."

As soon as my office door clicks shut Rosalie storms up to me. "What the fuck, Adrian?"

Despite my sister's rage she's the embodiment of elegance and class. Her coloring mirrors my own, the same grey eyes and jet black hair of our father. Her hair is styled into soft waves, framing a heart-shaped face. And her silk blouse and pencil brown skirt are vintage, tailored perfectly to her slim figure, and complimented by an antique pearl necklace and matching bracelet that I bought her myself for her sixteenth birthday.

Looking at her one would never guess just how foul mouthed and wild Rosalie could be.

Standing, I round my desk. "Rosalie."

She points a damning finger at Jake. "You assigned him as my bodyguard?"

Slipping my hands in my pockets I face off with her. "You chased off everyone else," I inform her calmly.

"Because I don't want one!" she shouts. "Especially not him!"

"Knock it off, Rose" Jake growls.

"Screw you!"

"Donna start with me," Jake warns.

"Then donna act like a dick," she retorts, mocking his accent.

Pushing up my glasses I pinch the bridge of my nose. "This is not up for debate. Jake will be your bodyguard for the time being."

Her response is immediate. "Fuck you."

"That's final," I snap. She opens her mouth to argue but I cut her off. "Final," I repeat, lacing my voice with absolute authority.

Her lips press into a thin line. She knows I won't budge. "I hate this."

I roll my eyes. "Live with it."

Crossing her arms, she huffs, "Fine."

"We done now?" Jake asks, still agitated.

Rosalie shoots him a scathing look. "With you we are."

Fury flashes in his eyes and I worry that my sister may have gone to far. Even Rosalie seems concerned, taking a strategic step back.

"I'll wait outside," Jake finally snarls. He storms out of my office, practically slamming the door behind him.

I don't miss Rosalie's sigh of relief. "We're going to kill each other. You know that right?"

The thought crossed my mind. "You need protection and Jake is the best."

Placing her hands on her hips she stamps her foot defiantly. "Adrian, I know you only want to keep my safe. But you can't keep doing this. I'm not your mother-"

"Don't," I snarl. Raising my hand, I give her warning look. "Don't even start."

"We have to discuss this," she pleads.

Turning my back on her I replace my glasses and sit back down at my desk. "Not now."

"Then when?"

Never if I have my way. "Soon."

"You can't keep pushing me away on this. What happened to you fucked you up and you know it." When I don't reply she shakes her head with a loud sigh. "God, you are so frustrating."

"Thank you," I drawl.

Ignoring my sarcasm, she sits on the edge of my desk, placing her hand over my arm. "I need my freedom, Adrian."

"It's for your own good."

"You are so stubborn." All but pouting Rosalie stares out the windows of my office. "I saw the tabloids. I thought you were done with sleeping around."

"I am," I state firmly.

Her gaze returns to me, brows raised. "You like her?"

"Yes."

"Wow." She nods. "So, when do I get to meet her?"

"She'll be at the gala tomorrow night." I glare at her. "And you will be pleasant."

She gives me a haughty look. "That depends. Is she a money grubbing whore too? And you need to fire that bitch secretary. You know what she's after."

"Ellie's not like that."

Rosalie snorts. "I'll be the judge of that."

My patience is slipping. Tapping a finger on my desk I switch topics, "Your mother has been harassing Jake to set you up on dates. Are you aware of this?"

Groaning, Rosalie drops her head into her hands. "I hate her."

Her and I both. "So far Jake has managed to put her off."

"At least he's good for something," she mutters under her breath.

"You're too hard on him," I chide. "He's only doing his job. And he does care about you."

An emotion flashes over her eyes, too fast for me to catch it. "No, he doesn't. He hates me."

"You realize you sound like a child."

She slaps my arm. "Keep it up." Sitting straighter all teasing slips from her face. "But seriously, about that woman. Jake says he thinks you're moving too fast."

I raise a brow at that. "You discussed me?"

Rosalie has the decency to blush, plucking at an invisible speck on her skirt. "He was worried I guess."

"It is moving fast," I admit with a frown. "That doesn't make it wrong."

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Hurt?" I scoff.

"You know what I mean," she says softly. "Sometimes...you fall too deep, Adrian."

"She's not drugs, Rosalie."

"But she can still be an addiction."

Shit.

"I'll be fine," I lie easily.

"Okay." Pecking my cheek, she leaves quietly.

Rubbing a hand over my jaw I contemplate the implications of Rosalie's words.

My sister was right to worry. Ellie is my new addiction. One hit and she's consumed my life. And in the end she'll rip me apart. Every addiction does.

It's only a matter of time before Ellie drags me down into the abyss. Not through malicious actions but with sweet words and shy glances.

A wise man, a better man, would back the hell off.

Shutting my eyes, I lean my head back. I can still feel her. Taste her. And it's not enough. It would never be enough.

Let her drag me down. I'd drown in her with a fucking smile on my face.