Reborn: The Tyrant's Obsession
Chapter 227: Mrs. Ella Adrian King

Chapter 227: Mrs. Ella Adrian King

A/N: Mature Content (18+)

Dear readers,

I know some of you enjoy the steam while others prefer to skip it. Out of respect for everyone’s preferences, I’m placing this warning here so you can choose to skip this Chapter if explicit content isn’t your thing.

Please be kind to the author either way, this is all written with love <3

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Adrian’s eyes narrowed.

Ella looked away, realizing that she lost her calm, "Forget I said anything..." she waved her hand.

But, in the next moment, he grabbed her hand and yanked her close.

Her chin clashed against his chest and tears welled up in her eyes, "Ow—"

Adrian’s thumb settled on her chin, stroking it gently, "You were upset about that?"

"Upset? Who is upset? What is upset? Why would I be upset..."

"Elle," He cut her off, his voice stern, "I thought you didn’t want to acknowledge being my wife."

Ella stiffened.

At first, it was the truth. When she came to know of their marriage, she had lost her temper every time somebody addressed her as ’Mrs. King’.

In this life, Ella had no qualms against it at first but neither was she keen on it. It was fine if people knew her as his wife, it was fine if they did not.

But when did her expectations... began to shift?

Ella shook her head as she looked at him, "I... Today, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

Adrian remained silent.

"You didn’t reply to your mother when she questioned what I was to you, not out of consideration for me, but for other reasons..." Ella looked at him sharply.

"Yes, I had my reasons," Adrian met her gaze, "But it was also because I was considering your feelings."

Ella fell silent for a moment before she opened her mouth, "Every time something happens around you, I just realize I don’t know anything about you at all... I used to think your parents are..." She stopped herself.

"They are dead."

Ella met his gaze but she did not say another word for a long time.

He did not have to lay it out more clearly for her to know that his relationship with his parents was probably far from a normal one.

"I am sorry...’’ she lowered her head.

Adrian wrapped an arm around her waist and stepped back, backing her against the car, "What for?"

"I..."

"Mrs. Ella Adrian King..."

Ella gasped, her face flushing as she looked up at the man.

"Is that how you prefer it?"

She gulped.

In the next moment—

’Click’

Adrian opened the door before settling into the back passenger seat.

His shirt was slightly rumpled, the collar loosened.

His gaze was unreadable, cool and intense as his hand reached out without hesitation and pulled Ella onto his lap.

She straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, her breath catching at the sudden closeness.

The air between them crackled, thick with tension neither of them acknowledged, yet both felt like a flame to the skin.

"It sounded good..." Ella whispered softly, almost hesitantly.

"What?" Adrian languidly asked, leaning back on the seat as if he was clueless about what she was referring to.

"What you called me..."

"What did I call you?" he asked, looking even more clueless.

Ella squinted, curling her fingers over his shoulder.

Her gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips before she leaned in, soft, uncertain and pressed her mouth to his.

It was gentle. Barely a kiss. The kind that left room to run when she lost all her courage.

But Adrian didn’t allow her that.

The second she started to pull back, his hand slid to the back of her neck, dragging her in again.

This time, his kiss was deeper. Hotter. His tongue took control, thrusting into her mouth.

She moaned softly against his mouth when he nipped her bottom lips before kissing her even harder.

Ella shifted against him, her body tilting forward into his embrace, instinct overriding thought.

His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her flush against him as her fingers began to fumble at the buckle of his belt.

Adrian exhaled sharply, eyes darkening to pitch.

He pulled back, just for a breath.

Ella flushed against his gaze, swirling with unbridled passion, "You... sure?" He murmured against her lips, as if all he needed was a word.

Ella nodded slowly.

"Say it," Adrian’s eyes narrowed, his lips parting.

She bit her lip, cheeks flushed. "I want you."

At that, he sat up straighter and helped her, his fingers swift, practiced. The belt came undone with a metallic clink, and when she looked down, her breath hitched.

He was already hard. Thick. Straining against his pants.

Her thighs clenched instinctively and she nearly melted in his hold when he kissed her neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

Her arms looped around his neck, her hips grinding into him without conscious thought.

He yanked her dress aside, his eyes darkening further at the sight of her soaked panties.

"You’re wet," he muttered, voice low and dangerous.

She whimpered in response as he slid his hand under her skirt, fingers grazing the soft lace of her panty.

A sharp tug later, and the fabric was pushed aside. His cock, thick and hot, pressed against her bare heat.

She gasped, hips jerking involuntarily.

Ella expected him to enter her but her eyes drooped low when he did not.

But, in the next moment, heat curled low in her stomach as he positioned himself just right above her wetness and began rocking his hips upward, letting the head of his cock drag against her slick folds, perfectly aligned to torture.

The friction alone had her head falling back, a soft moan tumbling from her lips.

His fingers found her breasts, kneading them over her top before pushing it up, just enough to free one for his mouth.

He took it in greedily, tongue circling her hardened nipple, his other hand guiding her hips into motion.

Their rhythm was raw, uncoordinated yet so desperate that Ella could feel herself burning for him.

Her skirt bunched around her thighs. Her panties were soaked. His cock, slick with her arousal, slid perfectly between her folds with every grinding thrust, without even entering her.

The tip nudged her clit again and again until she was panting against his ear, whimpering his name.

"Baby, I..." All the shame and concerns escaped her soul and she leaned into him, despite herself.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice rasp. It seemed like a little praise but the way he said it made it sound so sinful, making her body tickle in places.

Ella never knew before that she was so easy to seduce, just a few words from him and her body would no longer be in her control.

Yet, here they were.

One of his hands slid up her back, holding her tightly against him while the other guided her hips up and down, in a fluid motion.

Her hips moved faster on instinct, chasing the rising peak in her belly.

His jaw clenched, every muscle in his body taut as he matched her rhythm.

Their bodies moved in sync, gasps and groans filling the air, windows covered in snow.

He leaned in to kiss her neck, "Elle..." The way he whispered her name was so needy, so full of desires that it made her tremble.

Her entire body tensed, legs shaking, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she came hard, the maddening friction rendering her legs numb.

Her eyes were covered in a layer of sheen as she coated his entire length in her juices.

When she looked at him, his jaws were clenched with restraint, a layer of sweat covering his forehead.

Ella leaned forward, mimicking his actions as she whispered in his ear, "Don’t hold back, baby..." As she spoke, she took his earlobe in her lips, rolling it gently.

A rough noise escaped his throat as he grabbed her hips, his cock throbbing against her as he pressed her down harder, biting her neck as his release shuddered through him.

"Ahh..." She collapsed against him, breathless, sweaty, shaking.

Adrian kissed the spot on her neck that he just bit, licking it twice before peppering soft kisses down her collarbone.

"What do I do with you?" The whisper escaped his mouth, soft and helpless.