Interior. Elite Restaurant, Foyer. London.
Nora ran toward the exit. Her stiletto heels dug into the expensive marble tile, and her luxurious dress felt like a straitjacket. Every cell of her body screamed: "I was cheated! I was used!" Adrian quickly caught up with her. She felt his shadow and the scent of his expensive cologne. Adrian's hand, strong and hard as a vice, clamped down on her forearm, pinning her to the massive oak door.
Adrian: Where are you going, darling? The game has only just begun.
Nora pulled his hand away.
Nora: You're a liar! — she whispered in a strangled breath. — You didn't tell me that Theo is your brother! He... this is too dirty! I don't want to be a part of this!!!
Adrian's grip on her arm tightened, almost painfully. He made her flinch.
Adrian: You signed the contract, Nora. You are my property for the duration of the contract, and even more. Firstly, you owe me all the money I've already paid for your freedom. Secondly, the contract. A violation entails penalties that will make your life an eternal hell. You will make yourself another enemy, and believe me, I will be much worse than those bandits.
Horror overwhelmed Nora. He was right. She was not just a victim; she was a voluntary hostage. Her head dropped powerlessly.
Nora: What do you want from me?
Adrian smirked victoriously.
Adrian: That's a good girl, — his tone softened slightly, — Do what you must, and you will be free. For now, get in the car. We're going to my house. The most interesting part is just beginning.
He turned her around and, without loosening his grip on her elbow, led her toward the exit like an expensive but utterly rightless toy.
Interior. Visconti Mansion. Grand Hall.
The Rolls-Royce silently glided to the entrance of the mansion, which was not just a house, but a cold, impregnable palace. Huge black gates, an old English park, the dim light of lanterns. Everything here screamed of an ancient name, of cold, absolute power. Nora pressed her lips together. She had dated Theo, but had never been to the house where he lived. Now she hadn't just entered it—she had been dragged in. The Grand Hall was more like a theater stage. And the actors were already waiting. To the right was Ellen, casting an unkind glance at Nora. A little further away was Theo. He stood leaning against a column. And in the center was Lady Cecilia. Adrian's stepmother. Short but imposing, covered in diamonds. Her eyes, full of rage, were fixed directly on Adrian. Cecilia pounced on them instantly, not waiting for the door to close.
Cecilia: Adrian! Not only did you show up unannounced! You dragged that to a family celebration where the elite of society was gathered! You have disgraced the family!
She took a step, giving Nora a condescending look — from head to toe, like inspecting garbage.
Cecilia: Do you even know who she is? This gold-digger! — She turned her gaze to Nora, her voice ringing with contempt. — Couldn't seduce my son Theo, so she decided to spread her legs for his brother, did she? Whore!
Nora shrank back. The words hurt more than Adrian's grip. Adrian stepped forward, shielding Nora.
Adrian: Shut up, Stepmother. — He emphasized the word with poisonous disgust. — You are a woman of high society, Lady Visconti, and you are behaving no better than the one you just called names. And what difference does it make who she is? Yes, she is my mistress. And it's not for you to decide who I sleep with.
Cecilia, stunned by his frank audacity, gasped.
Cecilia: I will not allow it! Get out, both of you!
Adrian smirked, shifting his gaze from the enraged Cecilia to the silent Theo.
Adrian: But is it really a bad thing? — he slowly drew out the words, teasing. — That I enjoy the same toy that once amused your favorite son? We are brothers, and we might like the same things.
Theo clenched his fists. Adrian's arrogant behavior made him want to hit him in the face. Adrian demonstratively surveyed the mansion.
Adrian: And, Stepmother, you forget. Theo, of course, was Father's favorite and received all his favor, but my late mother transferred 55 percent of the company's shares to me before she died. I am not a guest here. And this house belongs to me just as much as it does to him. Nora is staying.
Finishing his speech, Adrian moved closer to Nora and, without taking his eyes off Theo's, slowly ran his fingertips along her arm, lingering on her slender wrist. It was a gesture of absolute, public possession. Nora felt a shiver run through her body, but putting on a mask of obedience, she deliberately smiled, playing the shameless mistress. Theo clenched his fists even harder. It seemed he would rush forward and hit Adrian. Only absolute, icy willpower restrained him. Ellen, watching the scene, sharply turned away, unable to see Adrian touching another woman, even if it was part of his plan. Her face remained stony, but pain flashed in her eyes.
Adrian: Now — step aside. We had a long journey. My beloved and I want to rest.
Without looking, he pushed Nora in the back, urging her toward the staircase.
Interior. Visconti Mansion. Adrian's Bedroom.
Adrian threw open the doors for Nora. The room was enormous. Chic and cold grandeur — that's what defined this space. The walls were finished with expensive dark wood, and the windows were covered with thick velvet curtains. In the center, like a pedestal, stood a massive, king-sized canopy bed, made up with white, perfectly ironed satin sheets. Adrian entered, threw his jacket onto an armchair, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Nora froze at the threshold. Her gaze was fixed on the bed.
Nora: We... we're going to sleep here? Together?
Adrian turned, his gaze mocking.
Adrian: Of course. We're lovers, Nora. And lovers sleep together. You didn't think I would put you in the guest room, did you? We need to be as convincing as possible. Every morning, every evening — they must know that you are mine.
Interior. Visconti Mansion. Adrian's Bedroom. Morning.
Nora woke up to the feeling of an intense gaze. It was early morning. The thick curtains completely blocked the light, creating an intimate twilight. Adrian lay next to her, propping his head with his hand, and staring at her — with a cold, calculating look.
Nora: What are you doing?
Adrian: It's time to prove to everyone that we are a couple.
Nora jumped up in the bed.
Nora: And how exactly?
Adrian: Theo's room is not far away. — He spoke softly, but every word was a clear command. — Now you must groan. Loudly. With pleasure.
Nora felt the blood drain from her face.
Nora: This is too much! Yesterday your stepmother had no doubt that we are lovers...
Adrian: The stepmother — yes. But Theo is not a fool. We need to convince him. Forbidden fruit is always sweeter. He has always rivaled me, and now he will want to take away what he thinks gives me pleasure. So, moan.
Nora realized that Adrian would not leave her alone until she did what he wanted. She tried to produce something similar to a sexual moan, but it sounded false, like a parody of a theatrical scene. Adrian grimaced.
Adrian: That won't do. Too artificial.
Nora: I didn't go to theater school!
Adrian slowly lay back down, moving closer to her.
Adrian: Since you can't do it yourself, I'll help you.
Nora: What?! No!
Adrian: Too late.
Before she could process it, his fingers, quick and precise, slipped between her thighs, caressing her right through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
Nora: What are you doing?! Let go! — she tried to break free, but he pressed her onto the mattress.
Adrian: We need to convince everyone that we are lovers, not the other way around. You are playing badly. Show them that you are mine.
Nora: Don't you dare!
Adrian: Moan so that everyone can hear, or I will help you with my cock right now, — he commanded in an icy tone.
Nora screamed in terror. Adrian covered her scream with a kiss, crushing her lips with his own.
Adrian: Don't you dare scream like that! If you give us away, you will regret it. This is just a touch. I need you to moan for real.
He lifted her nightgown and continued to stroke her through her panties. His movements were experienced and skillful, quickly reaching their goal. Moisture seeped through the fabric, and Nora moaned. This time — for real.
This moan liked him much better. Adrian sped up his caresses. Nora grabbed his hand; resisting his skill was impossible. Seeing her nipples swell beneath the nightgown, Adrian bit them through the fabric. Nora, without realizing it, did not push him away. Her body, betraying her mind, cried out for the desire she so fiercely denied. It was a treacherous, humiliating pleasure. But now it was difficult for her to think; her body did not obey her, and her hips began to sway in time with his caresses. Feeling her body respond to him, Adrian lost what little control he had left. Clamping her wrists with one hand to eliminate resistance, Adrian slipped his fingers under her panties and entered her.
Nora: No! — a moan of terror escaped her lips.
Adrian: If you don't want my cock instead of my fingers right now, scream louder.
He began to move inside her. Nora couldn't endure this torture and started screaming. Adrian continued, skillfully bringing her to pleasure. Nora screamed and writhed. Adrian continued, skillfully bringing her to the edge. In her desperate writhing, wanting to break free from this emotional grip, her thin silk strap slipped, exposing her shoulder and breast. Her chest rose temptingly from her broken breathing. Adrian froze for a second from intense desire and then abruptly consumed her nipple in his wet mouth. Nora moaned. Adrian fondled the nipple with his tongue with frantic pleasure. He liked to feel how it swelled even more from his caresses and nibbling. Nora screamed and writhed, lost between rage and a sudden, terrifying pleasure.
Adrian: Louder, Nora. Even louder, — he demanded, speeding up his movements.
His fingers went deeper into her moist flesh, moving with such force that Nora screamed in ecstasy.
Adrian: That's right. Good girl. Scream! Don't hold back, — he whispered into her ear.
Her scream was so loud that Theo and Ellen heard it in their bedroom.
Interior. Visconti Mansion. Theo and Ellen's Bedroom. Morning.
Hearing Nora's loud moans, Theo abruptly got out of bed. He clenched his teeth and hurried into the bathroom — away from those sounds that tore at his pride. Ellen clenched her fists. Jealousy and anger distorted her face. She felt disgusted just by the thought of Adrian being intimate with some woman.
Interior. Visconti Mansion. Adrian's Bedroom. Morning.
Meanwhile, Adrian continued to caress Nora. He liked how she writhed beneath him. Seeing that she was at her limit, he released her wrists and moved to caress her breasts, nibbling her nipples simultaneously. His movements inside her accelerated to such an extent that Nora could no longer hold back. The orgasm was powerful. Nora arched and screamed across the room. Her body trembled. To ease the pleasure that washed over her, Adrian bit into her with a kiss. Nora unconsciously responded, her body, hot and wet, craved caress. The kiss became deeper and deeper. Adrian, losing the last remnants of control, pressed her closer and closer, unconsciously pulling her hips towards him.
When he felt her hot, wet thighs pressed against him, his flesh seemed to explode. He wanted her. He demanded her. This desire was so strong that it caused pain. Never in his life had his body reacted so quickly to any woman. This was dangerous. Realizing he was on the brink, Adrian, with a final effort of will, sprang away from Nora as if from fire. He breathed heavily, looking at his cock, swollen with desire, beneath his pants. Nora opened her eyes and looked at the heavily breathing Adrian sitting beside her. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes held tears of humiliation and the remnants of ecstasy.
Nora: I hate you.
Adrian: Nora, let's be honest, you're a bad actress. See this as help.
Adrian got out of bed.
He hated himself. Hated that he enjoyed giving her pleasure so much and seeing that fire in her eyes.
Adrian: I'll go down for breakfast first. — Adrian said, dressing. — You take a shower and get yourself together. Then come down to me. Remember, we had a hot morning. Don't spoil everything you worked so hard for just now.
As soon as he left, Nora curled up into a ball on the bed. She hated her body for betraying her under his caresses. For enjoying this humiliating act that turned her into a sexual slave.