The Scar

♡Astrid♡ His fingers slid into my hair, tugging hard at the roots. My lips parted in a silent moan, a rush of pain and pleasure rushing through me. Let's not even talk about the warmth pooling low in my belly. His eyes met mine, and he raised a brow. "Sure you want to do this?" he asked, and I narrowed my eyes. "Backing out already?" I shot back, watching the way his lips curved into a smile — a little sadistic, a little knowing. He said nothing else before walking out of my room. I didn’t stop him. I knew exactly where we were going. Even though a part of me hesitated, the rest of me didn’t care. Not anymore. "You're wet for me, huh?" he asked, voice hoarse as he pushed the door to his bedroom open and kicked it shut behind us. "Wanna find out yourself?" I teased, and he tossed me onto the bed. I propped up on my elbows, heart hammering, trying to guess his next move. But Adrian wasn’t the kind of man you could ever figure out. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed