~Lily~
The paperwork was simple. I sat in Adrian's attorney's offices — dressed as he'd commanded, in his shirt and nothing else, the collar visible above the collarbone — while men in suits discussed my future.
The adoption was uncontested. I was eighteen, legally able to consent, my parents' estate now fully transferred to my new father's care. The judge had signed that morning. The certificate sat on the desk between us: *Adrian Vane, legal father and guardian of Lily Vane.*
"Congratulations," the attorney said, shaking Adrian's hand, oblivious to my nakedness beneath the shirt, to the dried evidence of this morning's training between my thighs.
Adrian drove us home in silence, his hand resting on my knee, his thumb tracing the inside of my thigh with possessive familiarity. When w
