Reborn: The Tyrant's Obsession novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: She taught him how to do ’it’?

The man from the auction house delivered the huge black case and left without a word.

Ella tilted her head, eyeing it with suspicion. "Did Adrian say anything about this?"

Bertha paused. "No, Miss Yu. It’s rare for someone to deliver anything directly to the Eve Mansion. Shall I move it to the study?"

Ella narrowed her eyes. A vague idea flitted in her mind. "No. Unpack it here."

Bertha hesitated but followed the detailed instructions left behind. As the latches clicked open and the lid lifted, a sheet of silk peeled away, revealing a painting.

"A painting...?" Bertha murmured.

But Ella had already stepped forward, her breath catching.

It was that painting.

The one she and Lilith had fought tooth and nail for in the auction. The one she lost. The one Adrian had bought for an obscene price.

She just stood there, blinking.

He bought it for her?

...

That night, Ella buried her face in her pillow, letting out a muffled groan. "Ahhhhhh!"

She flipped over, then again, slapping her cheeks.

She had raged at him. She had accused him of taking Lilith on a romantic little auction date. Called him out with full moral confidence. While all this time, he was just quietly buying it for her?

The realization made her toes curl from secondhand embarrassment.

"No wonder that smug jerk was smiling when I said all that..." she mumbled, shoving her face back into the pillow. "He probably thinks I’m an idiot!"

Then again...

Her lips twitched.

He deserved it for not saying anything in the first place!

Thickening her skin, she grumbled and pulled the blanket over her head.

...

At exactly 5:00 a.m., a shrill alarm blared through the room.

Ella groaned, reaching out to hit snooze, but her arm was suddenly caught mid-air and pinned above her head.

"Stay still."

A low, sleep-heavy voice rasped by her ear.

Ella froze. Her eyes flew open, only to find herself wrapped in the familiar scent of pine and smoke, encased in firm, muscled arms.

Her brain short-circuited.

Adrian?

Her voice came out hoarse. "When... when did you come back?"

Adrian didn’t answer.

Instead, his grip on her wrist tightened just slightly. His face buried deeper into her neck, and she could feel the slow, controlled inhale against her skin.

The silence between them hummed with unspoken tension.

"I-I thought you won’t be coming back so soon..." She mumbled.

Still, no answer.

Only the sound of his breathing growing rougher as he shifted his head back and looked at her. His gaze was dark and unreadable, a storm brewing in those dark eyes.

Then, without a word, he shifted on top of her, his body pinning hers down completely. Her body responded before her brain could. Her thighs shifted restlessly beneath him, and her chest rose and fell with a tremble.

He lowered his face slowly, dragging his nose down the line of her cheek until it hovered above her lips. His breath mingled with hers.

And then—he kissed her.

Not soft. Not slow.

Hungry.

Like he had been starved since the moment he left.

Their mouths crashed, messy and deep, as he released her wrists only to slide his hand beneath her thin shirt, palm pressing into the bare skin of her waist, then higher. His touch was searing, slow, torturous.

Ella arched up with a whimper.

His tongue invaded her mouth again, setting fire to her nerves. He kissed her like he owned her, rendering her breathless at every touch.

When he pulled back, she gasped for air. But he was already kissing down her throat, lips brushing that sensitive spot just beneath her jaw. Her hands threaded into his hair, desperate, pulling him closer.

"Adrian..." she whispered, her voice cracking.

He didn’t speak.

He simply slid the shirt up and over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.

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