58: Ada's POV

Darius had nearly pulled me to the ground a half dozen times as he yanked me down hall after hall through the castle. My heart was pounding so hard as it raced that it felt like it would leap from my chest and fall to the floor in front of me. Knowing my luck, I'd trip on it before collapsing if that were to happen. My eyes were wide, my fingers tingling as they went numb from how tight his grip was. I wasn't sure where he was leading me, but I did remember his order from earlier. The idea of laying with him made me feel physically ill at the moment, but I knew I had no choice. If it was what he wanted, it was what he would get.

*There's always a choice,* Nik's voice echoed in my head, sending chills down my spine, *I know Darius well. He is many things, but he will not lay with a woman who has no interest in it,* a sigh, *If you don't want him, make it known. And if you do, there will be no judgement from us.*

I swear I felt Phoenix nod in agreement. This was all good information to have. His brothers seemed to think he was the same man I thought he was-- one of honor. The problem was that even while I felt like I would vomit at the thought of my body pinned beneath his... I could feel my pussy slicken at the same time. My mind was clearly against the idea, my heart still hurt. But my body wanted him. It was going to respond to him. Sahara was practically panting with anticipation-- so I knew *she* wanted it. I had a decision to make and I needed to make it quickly before--

All thoughts were stopped when my body was shoved back and my shoulder blades and elbows connected with a wall. I winced slightly, but Darius' lips were on mine before I could say anything. *This. This is what my body is craving.* And it was responding to it as such. A moan escaped from between my lips, echoing in his mouth. His tongue, velvety and wet and hot, circled mine slowly. My fingers wrapped around his biceps as he pinned me to the wall with his body. His taste was so familiar and comforting. I closed my eyes and leaned into his mouth.

His hands were rough as they slammed my hips back against the wall and ripped at the chiffon skirt. Bits of fabric flew about the room we were in as his mouth released mine and I gasped for air. No, not room. But *hallway.* We were in a hallway. Within moments, all that remained on my lower half was the belt that had held the two pieces of fabric and my thong. Darius's eyes had turned to a different shade of blue-- darker, more pure-- as they raked over my lower half. My knees went weak at the look of pure hunger on his face. I felt that hot liquid course between my legs, soaking my thong.

With a single claw, he slice the piece of fabric covering my breasts. The broke free, nipples erect and sensitive from the chafing fabric. He took a clawed thumb and traced the sensitive skin, making me gasp. I searched for his eyes, but they were focused on my breasts. He pinched the nipple his thumb had circled and I arched my back. he took that as an invitation and brought his head down, his mouth latching onto it. My hands clung to his back as I tossed my head back. His tongue circled my erect nipple, his teeth nipping at it.

Goosebumps erupted on my flesh. As he pulled back and turned to the other breast, my hands shook. *Don't stop.* Hallway or not, I was going to let him take me right there and then. Any doubts I'd had about whether or not I'd wanted this went out the window. I could deal with the heartbreak of his decisions later. For now, I had him. He was mine and only mine.

Darius brought his lips back to mine, pulling my thong until it ripped off. His nostrils flared against mine and I knew he scented my arousal. He slipped out of his suit jacket without breaking the kiss, his hands then working on his belt and pants. They fell to his ankles and I pulled away from his mouth to watch the hard length of his erection spring forth. I arched an eyebrow. No underwear? Interesting.

His cock twitched, the thick vein on the top seeming to bulge. I gripped his shoulders and hiked a leg up. His fingers wrapped beneath my knee as his other hand gripped my other hip. He lifted me off the ground and kept me pinned to the wall, brining the tip of his cock to my slick pussy. I trembled with need, want. My pussy clenched in anticipation, as his tip slid against my slit and up to my clit and back down my slit. I bucked my hips as flames of white hot pleasure erupted in my stomach. *Oh, Moon Goddess.* Already, I was breathless.

Darius lowered his forehead to mine and growled, "Say you're mine."

I clamped my lips shut tightly. There was *no way* that was happening. Fucking him was one thing but I was not his. Not anymore. Not like that. He'd made his choice. His cock slid up and down again and again, until my breath was coming out in rasps and my pussy lips were swelling against him. I felt my entrance get spread open as he slid just the head of his cock in. I moaned, my fingernails biting into his shoulders through his dress shirt, which was still on. Our eyes were locked.

"Say," he pulled out and his eyes flutttered closed, then slid his head back in, "You're," back out, "Mine," back in.

He had my hips pinned tightly against the wall, making it impossible for me to move to even have just one more inch of him in me. I shook my head, "No."

A bead of sweat had formed on his forehead. A growl erupted from his chest, vibrating his entire body. I moved my neck to the side and he moved his mouth to the tender flesh there, biting lightly. He removed the head of his cock from within me, sliding the entire length of his cock up and down my slick center. Pleasure tingled through me with each stroke, but still my pussy clenched in want of him. My heart raced as he brought me closer and closer to the peak, his mouth moving from my neck back down to my breast.

"Fuck," I whispered, feeling the beginning pulses of my orgasm, "Darius. Please fuck me."

He pulled back, a smirk on his face, "Say you're mine."

His hips had gone completely still. I growled in frustration. A thin layer of sweat covered my entire body. I brought his lips down to mine by wrapping my arms around his neck, "I'm yours. Now please--"

His cock shoved into me and I cried out, searching for his lips with mine. He buried his face in my neck, avoiding the kiss. His moan was gentle in my ear, his cock the hardest it had even been. I met every stroke he gave me with reckless abandon, reaching my first climax quickly. He changed the angle of his hips so that the base of his pubic bone rubbed against my clit with every movement he made. That brought me to my second climax. And as I neared my third, breathless and weak, I realized that it was true. I was his.

Well, as much his as I was Nik's and Phoenix's as well. And as much as he'd broken my heart by marrying Elizabeth, I would be okay with whatever I needed to be if it meant having as much of *this* as I wanted. As I came the third time, his eyes meant mine and I think he saw it in my face. That he owned me. Because he simply shuddered, and his cock twitched as his seed leaked into me.