Owned By The Psychotic Billionaire (Mafia BL)

Chapter 122: ...What I Can’t Say (R18)

ADRIEN’S POV

His hands move with slow care. He begins to unbutton my shirt, his fingers working through the cloth without pulling or tugging. As the fabric parts, revealing my chest, I hold my breath, waiting for him to press down on the purple and yellow bruises left over from the crash.

Instead, Orion’s fingers trace the outer edges of the marks, lighter than a feather. He shifts his weight, hovering beside me, and presses his lips softly against a deep bruise on my ribs.

I gasp, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me. He moves to another mark near my collarbone, pressing a tender kiss right onto the tender skin, lingering there until the tension in my shoulders begins to melt away.

"You are so fragile right now," Orion murmurs against my skin, his hands moving down to gently unbuckle my pants. "I will not hurt you, duckling."

He reaches over to the bedside drawer, pulling it open. He takes out a small bottle of lubricant, popping the cap open with his thumb.

I watch him, my heart hammering a steady rhythm against my ribs. I expect him to hurry, to get it over with, but Orion takes his time. He coats his fingers in the clear liquid, then reaches down between my thighs.

When his fingers touch me, I flinch slightly out of old habit. I brace for the rough, harsh invasion I used to endure on dark street corners and cold rooms when I had nothing to my name.

I prepare myself for the pain of someone taking what they wanted without caring if I was ready.

But Orion doesn’t force anything. He rubs his thumb gently over my entrance, slicking the skin first, waiting until he feels my muscles relax. Then he slowly pushes one finger inside.

"Ah..." I let out a quiet breath, my head tilting back against the pillow.

"Easy," Orion whispers, leaning up to kiss my jawline. "Just breathe...breathe for me, darling."

He moves his finger slowly, stretching me with a patience that makes my head spin. He adds a second finger, probing gently, finding the exact spots that make my breath catch.

He stays there, easing me open, making sure my body accepts him before he moves any further.

When he finally pulls his fingers away, he reaches down to undo his own trousers.

I catch sight of him as he pushes his clothes down, and my eyes widen slightly. He is larger than I expected, thick and heavy in the dim room light. A wave of nervous heat flashes through me.

"Orion..." I murmur, uncertainty bleeding into my voice.

"I know," he says softly, hovering over me once again. He guides himself to my entrance, resting the head against me. "Look at me, Adrien ."

I look up into his dark eyes.

He slowly presses forward. The blunt head slides inside, stretching me wide. I let out a sharp gasp, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders. He stops immediately, holding himself still, letting me adjust to the size of him.

"You are fine," he whispers, his hands coming up to cradle my face. "I have you."

He waits until the tight ache in my hips fades into a heavy, sweet warmth. Then, with painstaking care, he slides the rest of the way in.

I let out a long sigh, my body settling around him. It feels full, intense, but there is no sharp pain. Just a deep, overwhelming warmth that fills my chest.

Orion begins to move.

His rhythm is slow, deliberate, and impossibly soft. He glides in and out of me, his hips rolling with a gentle cadence that respects every bruise on my skin. Every time he pushes deep, he leans down to press his lips to mine, kissing away the small gasps that escape my mouth.

It feels so good that it scares me.

I am not used to this. I am used to hands forcing my head down into dirty mattresses. I am used to men holding me down, fucking me until I was suffocating and could not breathe, treating my body like a piece of meat to be used and discarded.

Sitting here under Orion, feeling his warm hands gently holding my hips, feeling him move inside me with so much care... it breaks something inside my chest.

A warm drop spills from the corner of my eye, trailing down my temple into my hair.

Orion stops his movement instantly. He leans down, his thumb coming up to gently wipe the tear away from my skin.

He presses his lips right where the tear fell, kissing my eye, my cheek, my forehead. Then his throat bobs, because this damn bastard just swallowed my tears.

"Why are you crying, duckling?" he whispers softly, his voice carrying a strange, gentle worry.

"It’s nothing," I choke out, my voice thick with emotion. "It just... it doesn’t hurt."

Orion looks down at me, his dark eyes shining in the soft light. He begins to move again, sliding inside me with that same easy, tender pace.

"It will never hurt with me," Orion says quietly, his voice firm and steady as he thrusts gently into my warmth. "I am going to make sure you never hurt again. Everything is going to be easy for you now, Adrien. You are going to stick with me forever. We are married. You never have to run again."

I let out a soft groan as his movement hits a deep spot inside me, my toes curling against the sheets.

"I will always make you feel good," Orion continues, his hands sliding up to entwine his fingers with mine on the bed. "I will take care of you. I will always forgive you. Just stay right here."

He leans down, taking my mouth again. At the same time, his free hand reaches down between us, wrapping around my hard length. He begins to stroke me in time with his thrusts, his warm palm moving smoothly over my slick skin.

The combination of his gentle, deep thrusts and the firm touch of his hand on my shaft is too much for my overwhelmed body to handle. I writhe beneath him, my hips lifting slightly to meet his pace.

Within minutes, a wave of intense heat crashes through my stomach. I cry out into his mouth, my body tightening around his dick as I ejaculate hard between us, coating his hand and my stomach in warm white.

I gasp for air, my head rolling back on the pillow, completely dazed. But Orion is not done.

He keeps a steady, soft pace inside me, his body working mine with practiced ease. He lowers his head down my chest, kissing over my stomach, before leaning lower.

Before I can realize what he is doing, he takes my softening length back into his warm mouth.

"Orion—wait!" I gasp, my hands reaching down to touch his hair.

He ignores my soft protest, swirling his tongue around the tip, sucking gently as his hips continue to nudge into me from below.

The sensation is so intense, so overwhelmingly good, that my body short-circuits. I double over slightly, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as a second orgasm violently rips through me, barely ten minutes after the first.

I lay there on the bed, completely spent, my legs trembling against his sides. I am breathless, my skin flushed and slick with sweat.

Orion shifts back up, sliding his hands under my thighs. He looks down at me with a soft, affectionate smile, his dick still buried deep inside my soft, slick warmth.

"One more, duckling," he hums softly.

He begins to move again, lifting my legs slightly to change the angle. He thrusts deeper now, finding that sweet, sensitive spot with every single push. The pleasure builds so fast it feels like a fever in my blood.

I lose track of time. I lose track of where my body ends and his begins. I just lie there, letting him roll through me, listening to his low, encouraging words as he tells me how good I feel, how sweet I am, how I belong right here in his bed.

When the third wave hits me, I cry out his name. My body spasms around him one last time, my third orgasm washing over me in a quiet, exhausting wave that drains every last bit of energy from my muscles.

Orion lets out a low growl against my neck, his thrusts quickening for five hard, deep pulses before he buries himself as far as he can go inside me, spilling his warm seed deep within my core.

He collapses softly over me, keeping his weight off my bruises, resting his face in the crook of my neck.

We lay there together in the quiet room, our heavy breathing filling the dark space. My body feels entirely weak, completely drained, and utterly warm.

I stare up at the grand ceiling, feeling his heartbeat thumping steadily against my chest. The ease I felt out in the garden has settled deep into my bones now. It is weird. It’s terrifyingly familiar.

But for the first time in seven long, painful years, I am too tired to care. I close my eyes and simply let myself rest.