Ruined by Him

I felt hot, wet, and completely done for as Adam's hands dug into my hips, his length sliding in and out of me easily and with a pace that was concerning, his table moving a little from the sheer force of his thrusts.

His low grunts rang in my ears, turning me on even more as I struggled to stay upright, my legs shaking and heat coiling low in my stomach.

"Harder, Adam." I whispered, my voice hoarse as I breathed heavily, my nails digging into the wood of his desk and leaving scratches in their wake when he grunted.

"This is too good, baby." He murmured quietly, stilling inside me before pulling out and slamming right back.

I gasped, my back arching when he grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled my head back.

I looked over at him from my shoulder, watching him rail me to oblivion, the sound of our gasps and pants echoing in the office along with the sound of skin against skin.

It felt so wrong and yet so right with me bent over his desk, being completely ravaged and fucked by him.

I held back a moan when he hit a certain spot, my forehead touching the cool wood, a stark contrast to my warmer skin.

"How's that for fucking you like I hate you, hm?" He asked in a hoarse voice from behind, not stopping his relentless and merciless thrusts, destroying me in the process.

"I want more." I whimpered, pleading, begging, and certainly not caring how I looked doing it when he hummed in satisfaction, tugging at my hair as my head tipped back.

He leaned down, his lips branding my skin so he could mark me as his, showing me just how much I belonged to him.

"Tell me you're mine, sweetheart." He whispered and I moaned softly as his hand wrapped around my throat, leaving my hair.

"I'm yours, Adam." I spoke breathlessly as he slammed in, making me nearly pass out from the pleasure as my toes curled and I came with a loud gasp.

He fucked me throughout, not once stopping before he too came inside me, his body shuddering as his fingers tightened on my skin, likely to leave a bruise with how hard he was holding on to me.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath as he pulled out of me, his breathing still uneven.

"That was..." I trailed off, leaning against the desk while my knees felt weak and he noticed, smirking slightly as he stood up and slid an arm around my waist, helping me stand.

"It was." He agreed, leaning down to kiss my lips, my hands clutching his shirt before he pulled away.

He collapsed back into his chair, running a hand through his hair, and I slumped against his desk, my knees weak and trembling.

His sharp eyes caught it instantly. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he stood, effortlessly sliding an arm around my waist.

"Can't even stand properly?" He teased, his deep voice laced with satisfaction when I shot him a half-hearted glare, my breath still coming in shallow pants.

"You—" I swallowed, trying to find the right words, "You don't get to look so smug about it."

His smirk deepened, and without warning, he bent down and scooped me up into his arms, holding me in a bridal carry as though I weighed nothing. I gasped, instinctively clutching at his shoulders.

"Wha—! Put me down!"

"Not a chance." He murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to my lips before carrying me toward the en-suite bathroom in his office.

The warm lighting cast a soft glow over us as he carefully set me on the counter and turned on the faucet.

I watched him as he grabbed a damp cloth and started cleaning me up—his usual controlled, composed self still slightly undone.

His tie hung loose, his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, and there was something intensely attractive about the way he focused on me with such care.

"You don't have to—"

"Quiet," His eyes flickered to mine, his expression unreadable as he wiped my inner thighs gently, "Let me."

I exhaled, biting my lip, feeling the intimacy of the moment settle between us.

Once he finished, he took a moment to gather himself, buttoning up his shirt and adjusting his tie.

I could still see the faint marks I had left on his neck, evidence of what we had just done. The sight of it sent a rush of warmth through me.

He turned back, pulling me into his lap the moment we exited the bathroom.

Settled against him in his office chair, I relaxed as he lazily pressed kisses along my cheek, my jaw, my lips. He wasn't in any rush, savoring every touch, every second.

"You have a meeting in a few minutes." I reminded him between soft kisses, feeling his lips curve into a frown against my skin.

"I know," he mumbled, his arms tightening around me as he nuzzled into my neck, "I don't want to go."

"You sound like a kid being sent to school." I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair.

"I'd rather stay here. With you." His grip on me only tightened.

His words sent a flutter through my chest, but I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Stop being so dramatic and get your ass in the conference room." I scolded when he let out a long, dramatic sigh, tilting his head back against the chair.

"Five more minutes, baby." He mumbled.

"No, none of that," I stood up, tugging his arm, "Come on, Mr. Thorne, time to work."

He groaned but let me pull him up. The moment he was standing, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him, stealing one last, deep kiss that left me breathless.

"Go!" I pushed against his chest, laughing as he shrugged on his blazer, looking so handsome I nearly melted right then and there.

As he finally relented and walked toward the door, he turned back at the last second and flipped me off.

I gasped in mock offense but then grinned and blew him a kiss in return.

The last thing I saw before he disappeared down the hall was the smirk on his face—satisfied, utterly unrepentant, and just a little too pleased with himself.

As soon as Adam left the office, I stretched my legs out with a satisfied sigh, my phone in hand.

My body was still warm, my lips tingling from the memory of his kisses, and I knew there was only one person I needed to call right now.

I dialed Taylor's number and she picked up so fast that I barely heard the first ring.

"Finally!" She said, as if I had just come back from the dead, "You're alive. I was about to send out a damn search party, and you know how bad I am with maps."

"Taylor, we saw each other a few days ago." I laughed, shaking my head.

"Yeah, and I was starting to think you got kidnapped, or worse." She muttered.

"Oh?" I said, playing along, "What's 'worse' than being kidnapped?"

"You actually working." She spoke dramatically and I laughed.

"Well, for your information, I was working." I said as a matter of fact but there was a pause, then a suspicious hum.

"Uh-huh. Is that what we're calling it now?" She asked when my grin widened.

"Oh, definitely."

"Okay, spill. And don't you dare hold back." She said in excitement.

I bit my lip, debating how much to tease her, and then went all in.

"Well, it started with me being bent over his desk and—"

"No, stop! End the bloody call!" A new voice interrupted, one filled with absolute horror, and my eyes widened.

I pulled my phone away from my ear and blinked.

"Tristan?!"

"Don't 'Tristan' me!" My brother practically yelled through the phone, "Why am I being subjected to this?!"

My mouth fell open and Taylor lost it.

"Oh my God," She wheezed, barely able to breathe through her laughter. "I forgot I was on speaker. Belle, I'm so sorry."

"No, you're not," Tristan grumbled, "I know you're enjoying this."

"Aw, Tristan, you're eavesdropping? That's adorable." I smirked, because of course I wasn't letting this opportunity go.

"I wasn't eavesdropping! You two are just talking at full damn volume about things that should never be spoken aloud!"

"I mean, technically, you could've left." Taylor said, still giggling.

"I should have left," He agreed, "But then I heard my sister—my baby sister—about to describe something that should never be put into words."

"Oh, relax," I said sweetly, "I was just going to say that—"

"I swear to God, Isabelle, if you finish that sentence, I will disown you."

"Tristan, that's mean!" Taylor gasped dramatically.

"You support this?! I thought you were supposed to be on my side." He spoke incredulously.

"Oh, sweetheart," She cooed, "I am on your side. But your suffering is just so entertaining."

"You know what, Taylor? We should have these conversations more often. Preferably while Tristan is in the room." I grinned.

"Agreed."

"You two are evil," Tristan groaned, "I need a new family and a new girlfriend."

"Oh, please, you love me." Taylor said smugly and there was a long, exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, yeah. Unfortunately, I'm in love with you or whatever." He said begrudgingly.

"Aw," I gushed, "Look at you, so in love."

"Right? I feel so special." Taylor giggled.

"We should definitely record this moment." I said with a smirk.

"If you do, I will definitely not talk to you." Tristan threatened.

"You're so mean today, brother," I teased, "Where's the love?"

"It died the moment you opened your mouth." He spoke dryly and I laughed while Taylor sighed dreamily.

"You guys, this is true love. I mean, bent over his desk? You are living the dream, Belle." Taylor said and I cackled while Tristan made gagging sounds in the background.

"I'm leaving before this gets worse." He spoke.

"Love you!" Taylor called.

"Love you too." He mumbled and then I heard footsteps walking away before Taylor and I burst out laughing.

"That was fun. We should definitely do it again." Taylor said and I laughed.

"Of course," I agreed, "Making my brothers suffer is a requirement."

"So... how was it?" Taylor asked after a quiet moment when I snorted.

"You really want to know?" I asked and heard her laugh.

"Well, obviously." She stated as I let out a dreamy sigh.

"Let's just say I'm currently sitting in his chair, basking in my victory." I said with a big grin.

"Oh, hell yes," She cheered, "This is why you're my favorite best friend."

"I thought I was your only best friend?" I asked and heard her laugh.

"Of course you are, babe." She agreed, making me smile wide.

We kept chatting, catching up on everything—her work, my schedule, the latest gossip she had to spill—until we realized we had been talking for almost an hour.

"Alright," Taylor finally sighed, "I should probably let you go before Adam comes back and carries you off again."

"That is a very real possibility." I said, looking at the clock.

"Good. You deserve it." She spoke firmly, making me grin.

"Love you, Tay."

"Love you too, babe. And remember give me more details later!" She said and I chuckled.

"Of course." With that, we hung up, and I leaned back in Adam's chair, completely satisfied.

Feeling a bit hungry after my chat with Taylor and the little adventure with Adam, I decided to head to the cafeteria for a quick snack.

Adam's company spared no expense when it came to employee perks, and their cafeteria was more like a high-end café, offering everything from gourmet sandwiches to fresh pastries.

I strolled in confidently, my heels clicking against the polished floor, and made my way to the food counter, scanning the selection.

A croissant and a cappuccino sounded like the perfect pick-me-up.

As I grabbed my order and turned, I spotted a familiar table near the windows where some of the employees I knew from here, including Liam, were sitting there.

There was also Emma and Ayla there who waved at me and I smiled at them.

I wasn't usually the type to sit and socialize in an office cafeteria, but I figured a little break wouldn't hurt. Besides, I liked them enough.

The moment I sat down and greeted them and we started to catch up, Ayla tilted her head and gave me a knowing smirk.

"Isabelle," She started, sipping her coffee leisurely, "How are you doing, really?"

"Well enough." I said smoothly, stirring my cappuccino as I smiled at her. There was a brief pause before Liam who raised an eyebrow.

"Rough night?"

"Excuse me?" I blinked and Emma grinned.

"I mean, not to be rude or anything... but—" She tapped her own neck meaningfully.

Confused, I reached up instinctively, my fingers brushing against the spot just beneath my jaw and I froze.

Oh no.

A warm flush spread across my cheeks as realization dawned. Adam had left a hickey, right there, bold and unmistakable.

I had been walking around the officelike this.

Emma, Ayla and Liam exchanged amused glances, and another guy at the table, Ethan, outright choked on his drink before coughing into his fist.

"I—I didn't notice." I said quickly, trying to maintain my composure.

"It's kinda hard not to notice." Ayla leaned in with a mischievous grin.

"Oh my God." I resisted the urge to bury my face in my hands.

"Looks like our boss is a bit of a territorial man." Emma snickered and I groaned.

"It's all good, Isabelle, don't worry about it." Liam laughed when the cafeteria doors opened and the entire room went silent.

The shift in energy was instant.

Conversations ceased, chairs stopped scraping and people straightened up as if on high alert as soon as Adam stepped in.

I turned my head just as he stepped inside, exuding his usual intimidating presence.

His expression was unreadable as his eyes scanned the room and it didn't take him long to find me.

The moment our gazes locked, his lips curled slightly—not quite a smirk, but something possessive and purposeful.

He crossed the room with long strides, and no one dared to speak as he approached our table.

When he reached me, I smiled and stood up, his arm snaking around my waist as he pulled me closer and leaned down to kiss me.

A slow, deep kiss. In front of everyone.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from someone at the table and a fork clattered to a plate in the background.

When he finally pulled back, he brushed his thumb along my jaw, just below the very obvious hickey he had left. Asshole.

His voice was smooth, deep, and undeniably authoritative.

"You need to come to my office." He spoke when I frowned.

"Right now?" I asked as his thumb brushed over my cheek and he nodded.

"Yes," He murmured, his gaze never leaving mine, "I need you close."

The words sent a shiver down my spine but I kept my expression neutral despite the way my heart pounded.

Emma, Ayla and even Ethan all stared at me with wide eyes, their shock barely concealed.

This wasn't the cold, ruthless Adam they were used to. Liam, on the other hand, looked completely at ease because he knew what Adam was like with me.

This was an Adam who openly wanted me and didn't care if people saw.

I cleared my throat, picking up my coffee and croissant, because I was not about to leave them behind after coming all the way here.

Then I stood gracefully, adjusting my blouse with as much dignity as I could muster. Or at least as much as I had left.

"Alright," I said smoothly, "Let's go."

Adam didn't move back. Instead, he let his hand slide down my arm, his fingers briefly intertwining with mine as we walked out.

It was a small gesture, but one that sent an undeniable message.

I was his, and from the looks on everyone's faces, they understood that too.

Adam led me out of the cafeteria, his pace slow but purposeful, as if he had all the time in the world.

I could feel the weight of a dozen stunned stares on my back, but I didn't turn around.

I had an image to maintain—poised, collected, and in control—even if my face still burned from their teasing.

As we walked down the hallway, I sipped my cappuccino as if nothing had happened.

"You do realize you just scared half your employees, right?" I asked but Adam didn't look the least bit concerned.

"Good. It keeps them focused." He muttered and I huffed a laugh.

"I think you just gave them office gossip for the next year." I said.

"Let them talk," His voice was calm, but there was something possessive about it, "I don't care."

I glanced up at him, studying his expression. There was a softness there, hidden beneath his usual intimidating exterior.

It wasn't just about ownership—it was about us.

He wanted everyone to know.

"So, do you actually need me for something, or was that just an excuse?" I sipped my coffee again and arched an eyebrow.

Adam gave me a sidelong glance, his lips curving in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I always need you."

Before I could react, he reached for my coffee cup and stole a sip and I gasped.

"Did you—Adam!"

"Tastes better when it's yours." He had the audacity to smirk as he handed it back and I narrowed my eyes but didn't argue.

When we reached his office, he pushed the door open and guided me inside.

The moment it shut behind us, he turned to me, arms crossing as he leaned against his desk.

"So," His gaze flickered to my neck, amusement dancing in his dark eyes, "I'm guessing your friends noticed."

"You knew they would." I rolled my eyes and set my coffee down on the desk when he made a sound that was suspiciously close to a chuckle.

"I did." He said and I folded my arms, lifting my chin in defiance.

"You don't own me, you know." I said when he grinned.

"You were saying something completely different when you were bent over my desk this morning." He said smugly and I gasped, smacking his arm.

"That was a moment of weakness, so it doesn't count." I huffed, crossing my arms when he chuckled.

"I know," Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached out, pulling me to stand between his legs as he sat on the edge of his desk, "But I do love you."

My heart stuttered, but I covered it with a teasing smirk.

"Is that why you left a brand on me?" I asked when he exhaled a quiet laugh, tilting his head.

"You were the one who distracted me first." He said with a brow raised.

"That is not an excuse." I muttered, trying to glare at him, but I couldn't, not when he was looking at me like that.

His hands rested on my waist, his touch firm but gentle.

"I like seeing you like this." He murmured, brushing my hair away.

"Like what?" I asked in confusion.

"Flustered. A little off balance."

"I am never off balance." I scoffed, placing my hands on his chest but he only smirked and leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.

"You are with me." He whispered and I hated that he was right.

Before I could retort, a sharp knock on the door interrupted us and Adam sighed and closed his eyes briefly, as if forcibly containing his annoyance.

"What?"

"You have your next meeting in five minutes." Lucas said and Adam muttered a curse under his breath before looking at me. His thumb brushed lightly over my hip.

"Stay here?"

"Tempting, but no. Unlike some people, I actually have work to do," I smiled sweetly and reached for the croissant, pushing it at his lips, "Eat, you must be hungry."

He relented, eating it slowly while holding me close.

"Fine. But I'll pick you up early." His gaze darkened with something warm and unreadable.

I rolled my eyes but didn't argue. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him quickly before stepping back, handing him the plate.

"Finish this, and then go be the handsome CEO who steals hearts and lives." I said jokingly.

He deadpanned at me and grabbed my wrist before I could turn fully, bringing my hand to his lips. His voice was soft, just for me.

"I'll see you later, my love." He murmured and just like that, my carefully maintained composure crumbled just a little.

I quickly left his office before he could see the smile I was trying to fight back.