Suite Seductions

The Power Play

Both men turned their attention to her, their gazes heavy with unspoken tension.

"Of course you can," Malik said, his voice laced with amusement. "But you're out of your depth here, love."

"Am I?" Maya shot back, her tone sharper than she intended.

Malik chuckled, his grin widening. "You've got fire. I like that."

Adrian's jaw tightened, his voice cold as ice. "Enough, Bennett."

For a moment, the tension between the two men was suffocating, their gazes locked in a silent battle. But then Malik stepped back, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Fine," he said, his tone light but his eyes still gleaming with challenge. "I'll behave."

As Malik disappeared into the crowd, Adrian turned his attention back to Maya.

"You need to be careful," he said, his voice low and serious.

Maya crossed her arms, glaring up at him. "Don't tell me what to do."

Adrian smirked, leaning in close enough that she could feel his breath against her cheek. "You're in over your head, Maya. Let me help you."

"I don't need your help," she snapped, her pulse racing.

His smirk deepened, his steel-gray eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see."

The party dragged on, the tension between Maya and Adrian simmering just beneath the surface. By the time the guests began to trickle out, she was ready to collapse. But as she made her way toward the exit, Adrian caught her arm, pulling her into a quiet corner of the suite.

"Maya," he said, his voice soft but firm.

"What?" she snapped, her patience wearing thin.

"You need to understand something," Adrian said, his gaze piercing. "This isn't just a job. You're part of something bigger now, whether you like it or not."

Her chest tightened, her anger bubbling to the surface. "I didn't ask for this, Adrian. I just wanted to do my fucking job."

"And now you're doing more," he said, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smile.

Maya opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Adrian leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and utterly consuming.

Adrian's lips moved against Maya's with unrelenting purpose, the kiss slow and deliberate as though he had all the time in the world. Her body betrayed her, leaning into him despite the raging voice in her head screaming that this was a mistake. His hand cupped her jaw, his thumb brushing lightly across her cheek, while his other hand settled firmly at the curve of her hip, pulling her closer.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, her knuckles brushing the firm muscle underneath. Adrian deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers with a calculated hunger that made her knees weak. It wasn't just a kiss-it was a fucking statement, an assertion of control that sent a shiver of frustration and heat rippling through her body.

Maya broke the kiss with a gasp, her chest rising and falling as she pushed him back. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed, her voice trembling.

Adrian's lips curved into a slow, smug smirk. "What you've been wanting me to do since the day we met."

"Are you fucking serious right now?" Maya's anger bubbled to the surface, her cheeks flushed. "You think I-"

"Don't lie to me," Adrian interrupted, his voice calm but commanding. "I see it in your eyes, Maya. The way you look at me, the way you react every time I'm near. You want this."