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“Sweetheart? Are you okay in there?”

“Shit,” she whispered again, squirming, tugging at the restraints. “Adrian, please—”

But Adrian’s tongue didn’t stop. He licked her like he owned her, quick, deep strokes dragging over her sensitive heat, his hands gripping her thighs tighter the more she squirmed. Her breath hitched, her lips parting in a helpless moan.

“Answer her,” he murmured against her skin, voice thick with smugness. “Go on.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came. Her back arched, another tremble racking through her body as he sucked her clit, merciless and focused. All she could do was gasp, her fingers curling tight as her legs trembled under the intense pleasure.

“Oh, Adrian…,” she breathed without meaning to, the heat of her blush rising all the way to her ears.

From behind the door, her mother’s voice sounded again, confused and concerned. “Sienna? I’m coming in if you don’t answer!”

Adrian pulled back just enough to whisper, “Now you want me to stop?”

“No,” she gasped. “God—Adrian—just… wait—!”

But he didn’t wait.

Adrian stood abruptly, the sound of his zipper coming down sharp in the tense silence. His eyes locked on hers—dark, hungry, wild—and his voice was nothing but a growl. “You’re not going anywhere.”

He didn’t bother untying her. Instead, he stepped between her legs, gripping her by the waist with both hands and yanking her hips forward until her backside hung dangerously off the edge of the exam table. With a rough groan, he pulled out his rod—thick, hard, already slick with need.

Sienna barely had time to gasp.

He slammed into her in one fierce, possessive thrust.

Her back arched as her body took him in deep, the sudden stretch stealing all the air from her lungs. The restraints dug into her wrists as her tied hands jerked against them, helpless in the air. Her legs instinctively tried to wrap around him, but he kept them spread, his grip bruising on her thighs.

“Ahh… ah! Mmmhhhhh…,” Sienna’s muffled moans filled the room as she bit her lips to suppress the sound.

The exam table creaked with every sharp thrust. Adrian moved ruthlessly, his hips snapping against hers, every wet slap echoing in the sterile silence of the room. Her moans were ragged, breathless, torn straight from her chest.

He bent over her, chest pressed to hers, mouth hot at her ear. “Look at you,” he hissed, thrusting harder. “Moaning like that… and your mom’s just outside. Anyone could walk in.”

“No. Don’t… let anyone…” her whole body clenched, shaking around him. The table jolted with every punishing movement, and her voice dissolved into gasps, her only words now broken sounds and whimpers. “Ahhhhh….!”

Then—finally—silence.

No more knocks. No voices.

Maybe her mother had given up. Maybe someone had stopped her. Sienna didn’t know. She couldn’t think. Didn’t really care anymore.

Adrian slowly pulled out, panting, flushed, but his grip never loosened.

He reached up, undid the straps holding her wrists, but before she could even lower her arms, he caught her again, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder and pulling her to the very edge of the table. Her back hit the cool vinyl surface again, the sudden shift sending another bolt of sensation through her.

“Adrian—wait—” she whispered, dazed.

But he didn’t wait.

He thrust back into her. Deeper, thicker, harder, filling her completely.

She screamed, one hand flying to his shoulder, the other gripping the edge of the table like a lifeline. Her head fell back, hips jerking with every bruising stroke. The angle drove him deeper, his pelvis slamming against her with loud, obscene sounds, slick and fast and raw.

He bit into her neck, groaning, sweat dripping from his brow, his hands roaming, one squeezing her breast, the other pressing down her belly to feel himself inside her.

He was feral. Unstoppable.