The Wife He Swore To Destroy
The rain hadn't stopped all night.
Thunder shook the windows of the mansion, but inside Adrian's bedroom, the storm felt smaller than the one raging between them.
Lina stood near the fireplace, her red dress clinging to her skin, outlining every part of her feminity, eyes blazing with anger and something far more dangerous. "You don't get to protect me and punish me at the same time," she whispered.
Adrian crossed the room slowly, like a predator unsure whether he wanted to devour or surrender. "You think this is punishment?" His voice was low, rough. "Lina, I have been trying not to touch you for weeks."
Her breath caught.
The air changed.
When he reached her, he didn't grab her. He didn't command her. He simply cupped her face as if she were something breakable. That tenderness undid her more than any harsh word ever could. She could feel his hard dick.
"You drive me insane," he murmured.
"Then let go," she challenged softly.
Instead, he kissed her.
Not gently.
Not carefully.
But desperately.
All the fear, the accusations, the sleepless nights poured into that kiss. Lina's fingers fisted in his shirt as if she were afraid he would disappear. He backed her toward the wall, his body shielding hers, heat pressing against heat. Grinding hard against each other.
She gasped when his mouth moved to her neck, her pulse betraying her. The tension between them snapped-anger turning molten, restraint burning away. Every touch felt like a confession neither of them had been brave enough to say out loud.
"I don't hate you," Adrian breathed against her skin, his voice breaking. "God help me, I don't."
Lina's hands slid up to his swollen hard dick, forcing him to look at her. "Then stop fighting what's already ours."
The world narrowed to skin, breath, and the frantic rhythm of two hearts that had tried to stay apart and failed.
He carried her to the bed as if she were both precious and inevitable. The storm outside crashed again, but inside, the silence between their whispered names was louder.
This wasn't revenge. This wasn't control.
It was surrender.
She was wet.
He was hard as fuck.
"I want you Adrian, I want to feel you inside of me." She said panting.
He slid his hands into her panties, his fingers playing with her clit.
She screamed his name while his fingers slid from her clit right into her wet pussy. He worked his way with his middle finger into her pussy, pulling in and out, circling back and forth. She was panting his name," Ohh Adrian, whatever your doing to me,don't stop." "Ah...fuck me Adrian, I want you to fuck me real hard." She said, holding the hand in her tightly, moving her waist in rhythm, and as she was about to orgasm,he stopped abruptly, putting her more in need.
"What...why did you stop?" She asked in between kisses.
"I don't want it to end so fast." He replied taking off her dress. "I want to feel your wet pussy around my cock,I want you to cum when I'm inside of you."
Without any form of clothing between them, the heat of him made her drip more.
He seperated her knees and knelt in between her, their skin bare on each other, his cock,flushed and massive, pistoned through the entrance of her wet pussy. The swollen head peeked out with every stroke glistening, dripping. Each move made her moaned his name,the wet slap of skin. And then finally, he penetrated in slowly, half way through, moving in and out, causing her to grab the sheets tightly, then he went in fully, deep, hard, swollen...low moan escaped from her throat, she felt butterflies in her stomach.
In a slow pace they both moved in rhythm, groaning and moaning, he could feel inside of her, warm, soft, wet, slick. He couldn't handle it, he went in deeper and faster, he groaned, she screamed. "Ahh... fuck... don't... stop... shit... I wanna cum." She said out of breath.
He went on faster, he was also groaning,rubbing his thumb on her clit in circles, " You're so sweet, Lina. Ahrrg..."
And then it happened, pussy pulsating,cock dripping, they reached the peak in unison.
And when they finally fell together, it wasn't about power-it was about need. About choosing each other in the middle of chaos. About clinging to something real when everything else was falling apart.
Afterward, Lina rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat steady beneath her ear.
For the first time since their forced marriage, Adrian held her not like a possession...
But like a promise.
And neither of them noticed the security camera in the corner of the room blinking red.
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Chapter 5
The security lights did not come back on.
That was the first thing Lina noticed.
The Blackwood estate had backup generators, motion sensors, armed guards at every gate. Power outages were impossible here.
Yet the darkness outside their bedroom window felt alive.
Adrian stood perfectly still beside the bed, his phone still glowing with the message:
"The next move is ours."
Lina's fingers tightened around the black envelope she found on the floor by the door. No words written on it. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears.
"This isn't random," she whispered.
Adrian's jaw clenched. "No. It's a message."
The hallway outside their room creaked.
Not loudly.
Just enough for them to hear.
Adrian moved instantly, guiding Lina behind him. His body became a shield without thought. He grabbed the handgun from the drawer and stepped toward the door.
"Stay here," he ordered quietly.
"I'm not staying alone," she shot back, fear sharpening her voice.
For one second, they locked eyes. The air between them was thick-not with romance this time, but survival.
Then another sound.
Closer.
A soft click.
Like a door closing somewhere deep in the mansion.
Adrian opened the bedroom door slowly.
The hallway was dark. Emergency lights flickered red along the walls, casting everything in a bloody glow. The portraits of past Blackwoods seemed to watch them as they stepped out.
"Security should be here by now," Lina whispered.
Adrian tapped his earpiece. "Report."
Static answered him.
Just static.
His expression changed.
That scared her more than the darkness.
They moved carefully down the hallway. At the staircase, Adrian froze.
The front doors were open.
Cold air spilled into the mansion.
Two guards lay on the marble floor.
Unconscious.
Lina's breath caught. "How did someone get past the gates?"
Adrian didn't answer.
Because he didn't know.
And Adrian Blackwood always knew.
A sudden crash echoed from his private office.
Lina flinched.
"That's where the old files are," she said.
The ones from before Vivian.
The ones that never made it to court.
Adrian's grip on his weapon tightened. "Stay behind me."
They descended the staircase slowly.
Every step felt like stepping into a trap.
The office door was slightly open. Smoke drifted out-not fire smoke, but something chemical.
Adrian pushed the door wide.
His safe was open.
Empty.
The backup drives were gone.
On his desk sat a single object.
A silver frame.
Inside it was a photograph of Adrian and Lina on their wedding day.
Except someone had drawn a black X across Adrian's face.
And written beneath it:
Wrong target.
Lina's knees nearly gave out.
"What does that mean?" she whispered.
Adrian's face had gone cold. Calculating.
"It means," he said slowly, "this was never about revenge against me."
A faint buzzing sound filled the room.
Lina frowned. "Do you hear that?"
Adrian's eyes scanned the walls.
There-near the bookshelf.
A small blinking red light.
His blood ran cold.
"Bomb," he said.
The word didn't feel real.
Lina stared at him, frozen. "You're joking."
"I never joke about bombs."
The timer was small. Digital. Already counting down.
02:17.
Her pulse roared in her ears.
"Can you stop it?" she asked.
Adrian stepped closer, studying the device. "It's not meant to destroy the house."
He swallowed.
"It's meant to destroy the office."
The evidence.
The past.
01:54.
Lina's mind raced. "Then let it destroy the room!"
"And lose every piece of proof that someone else is behind this?" His voice was sharp. "No."
He grabbed the safe's empty casing and pulled something from beneath it-a hidden secondary drive.
"You knew," she breathed.
"I suspected," he corrected.
01:28.
The buzzing grew louder.
Adrian grabbed her hand. "We have to move."
They ran.
Down the hallway.
Past the unconscious guards.
Through the front doors.
The cold night air slapped Lina's face as they cleared the entrance.
And the explosion ripped through the mansion.
Glass shattered.
Flames burst from the office windows.
The force knocked Lina off her feet.
Adrian shielded her with his body as debris rained down across the lawn.
For a moment, all she could hear was ringing.
Smoke curled into the sky.
The Blackwood estate...her prison, her battlefield...burned.
Adrian rolled off her, breathing hard. "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head, tears mixing with ash on her cheeks.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
But something felt wrong.
Adrian was staring at the flames-not shocked.
Angry.
"They wanted us outside," he said.
Lina's stomach dropped.
A slow clap echoed behind them.
They turned.
A figure stood near the gate.
Not hiding.
Not running.
Watching.
He stepped forward into the dim security light.
Familiar eyes.
Too familiar.
Lina's breath left her body.
"I know you," she whispered.
The man pulled back his hood.
Not a stranger.
Not a hired assassin.
Someone from inside.
Someone who had worked in the company years ago.
Someone presumed dead in a corporate accident tied to Blackwood expansion.
Adrian went still.
"That's impossible."
The man smiled faintly. "You should have looked deeper into your father's files."
Lina felt the world tilt.
This wasn't just corporate sabotage.
This was generational.
"You destroyed my family," the man said calmly. "Now I'll dismantle yours."
Police sirens grew louder.
The man stepped backward toward the shadows beyond the gate.
"You won't find me," he added. "But you'll feel me."
And then...
He was gone.
Adrian tried to follow, but Lina grabbed his arm.
"No," she whispered. "He wants you to chase him."
Flames reflected in Adrian's eyes.
For the first time, she didn't see fear in him.
She saw something darker.
War.
Fire trucks screeched into the driveway. Officers rushed past them. Chaos swallowed the moment.
But Lina couldn't stop staring at the open gate.
The estate had always felt like a fortress.
Now it felt like a trap.
As paramedics checked the guards and firefighters battled the blaze, Adrian's phone vibrated again.
Another unknown number.
He showed it to Lina.
A live video feed.
Her mother, gun pointed to her head.
Lina's scream tore through the night.
Adrian's blood turned to ice.
A final message appeared across the screen:
"Round two begins now."
The flames behind them roared higher.
And Lina realized something terrifying...
The bomb wasn't the real attack.
It was the distraction.
Her mother's life on the line.
Again.
What do they he want from her.
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