PROLOGUE
Hands.
They were punishing. He grabbed my waist with a feral grip, pulling me to him hard while he thrust into me even harder. The way we both needed it.
There would be bruises in the morning from where his hands found purchase, but I didn’t mind.
The day was the same as the one before as he took from my body, my heart, my soul. In return he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.
His body was sin, his c**k was sin, and I was a sinner.
His hands moved up my thighs, his long, slender fingers playing my body, bending me to his will. They were a delicious torture, just as much as his words.
His lips sucked at my neck, teeth digging in, making my eyes roll back; another mark.
I grinned. He loved marking me, and I loved hiding them from people. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure.
My tongue ran up the column of his neck before I found the perfect location to mark him as well. The spot I choose, just below his ear, would make it visible, unable to be hidden by the collar of his dress shirt.
It would make his admirers mad with wonder when they came around to bug him the next day. I smiled at the thought of them finding out he was breaking the rules every day with me, and not them.
Hollywood had nothing on us. Awards could be given for the lies we told, and the feelings we hid under a mask of hate and indifference.
He pulled my hair, bringing my focus back to him. His teeth scraped my neck. No doubt leaving small pink trails on my skin. He growled. “You’re not paying attention to my cock, Lila.”
A shiver ran down my spine and my muscles clenched around him, eliciting a rumble deep in his chest. He thrust hard, using long strokes, causing me to scream out in response.
He picked up the pace. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I like to hear.” He was pushing me to the edge again. “Scream for me. I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”
My mind was fuzzy, lost in a sea of lust. I obeyed and let go, no longer holding back. My screams echoed around the room, and that trademark smirk of his formed on his perfect features.
His mouth moved down to my br**sts where he began licking and nipping. The combination of sensations from his body’s assault was too much. His name spilled from my lips on a scream as my back arched off the bed. My hands grabbed his arms; nails digging in as my walls constricted around him.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good when you come around my cock.”
I was too far gone to respond, my body going lax after my orgasm. He was still going. Both hands were back on my hips as he drove into me. His stamina was unparalleled. How many times in the past had I been forced to come multiple times before he spilled inside me?
“God, I’m close,” he grunted before pulling out.
I whimpered at the loss, but knew what he was doing. What he wanted from me.
I managed to turn my body around, coming face to face with his c**k and took him into my eager mouth. I lapped up my juices from him as my tongue swirled around his length. His eyes were on me, watching his c**k disappear between my lips. He loved to watch me suck him after being buried in my pu**y. I sucked hard, punishing him as he had me. I was rewarded with a hiss and a flex of his hips. My teeth grazed his skin. He moaned deep in his chest, his panting gaining speed, muscles tensing.
His hands wrapped up in my hair just as he began to thrust, f**king my mouth. He was grunting and moaning as he hit the back of my throat. I reached up to massage his balls, adding to the sensations.
“Fuck!” he cried out. His hips flexed forward before jerking. He came hard; spurt after spurt, sliding into my mouth and down my throat.
After licking him clean, I released him from my mouth. I smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was passionate, as were all his kisses. It was also harsh; his teeth biting on my lip, scraping it, tasting himself.
He got a rag to clean me up before we laid down and curled into one another. Tomorrow was closing in. Another day of wearing masks and hiding what we wanted, what we were, from the world. Another day of denying each other. Another night of punishment to look forward to.
Why was he punishing me? Because I called to him, and I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Punishing himself for wanting me and doing whatever he desired to me.
Punishing us for our breach.
CHAPTER 1
It started out as one hell of a morning, so of course it had to be a Monday. It didn’t help that I only had three hours of sleep thanks to work keeping me up at night. My brain was unable to shut down. I needed coffee, stat.
The day had to get better—the new hire was starting. Maybe I wouldn’t be in the office until midnight almost every night. The prospect of having a life again, thanks to the new employee, was wonderful. Not that I had much of one before. I’d been working seventy to eighty hour weeks for the last four months since Vivian left us high and dry. I needed a vacation.
Hell, I’d settle for leaving before five one evening a week.
I pulled into the parking lot, zipping into my usual spot, and looked into the rearview mirror. My usual bright, expressive eyes were dull and bloodshot from lack of sleep, reflecting dark circles underneath, standing out against my pale skin. My hair was not cooperating, dirty blonde strands sticking up in all directions. I had brushed it before I left, right?
In my current state I wasn’t sure of the answer to my internal question. I dug through my purse, locating my hair screws, the most wonderful hair invention ever, and threw the bird’s nest up into a quick, tight bun. Looking down, I noticed a run in my hose that started from my knee and ran all the way down my calf.
Great. Add to my already spectacular morning.
I hated wearing pantyhose, but in the winter they helped keep my legs a little warmer when I wore skirts. Surreptitiously, I pulled my skirt up to my waist. My hips jutted forward, feet braced against the floor. I pulled my pantyhose over my ass, down my hips, and peeled the offending material off my legs. As I settled back down, I gathered the flimsy fabric and threw it into the passenger side seat.
I braced my body again, hips in the air, to pull my knee length skirt back down. When I turned to grab my purse, I was startled to see someone watching me.
Fuck.
The driver in the car next to mine was sitting with his sunglasses on. Yeah, like those were needed with the ninety percent chance of rain we were due to have today. I stared at him for a moment, watching a smirk slide across his face. My skin heated, and I cursed at the blush I knew was blossoming.
Hands.
They were punishing. He grabbed my waist with a feral grip, pulling me to him hard while he thrust into me even harder. The way we both needed it.
There would be bruises in the morning from where his hands found purchase, but I didn’t mind.
The day was the same as the one before as he took from my body, my heart, my soul. In return he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.
His body was sin, his c**k was sin, and I was a sinner.
His hands moved up my thighs, his long, slender fingers playing my body, bending me to his will. They were a delicious torture, just as much as his words.
His lips sucked at my neck, teeth digging in, making my eyes roll back; another mark.
I grinned. He loved marking me, and I loved hiding them from people. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure.
My tongue ran up the column of his neck before I found the perfect location to mark him as well. The spot I choose, just below his ear, would make it visible, unable to be hidden by the collar of his dress shirt.
It would make his admirers mad with wonder when they came around to bug him the next day. I smiled at the thought of them finding out he was breaking the rules every day with me, and not them.
Hollywood had nothing on us. Awards could be given for the lies we told, and the feelings we hid under a mask of hate and indifference.
He pulled my hair, bringing my focus back to him. His teeth scraped my neck. No doubt leaving small pink trails on my skin. He growled. “You’re not paying attention to my cock, Lila.”
A shiver ran down my spine and my muscles clenched around him, eliciting a rumble deep in his chest. He thrust hard, using long strokes, causing me to scream out in response.
He picked up the pace. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I like to hear.” He was pushing me to the edge again. “Scream for me. I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”
My mind was fuzzy, lost in a sea of lust. I obeyed and let go, no longer holding back. My screams echoed around the room, and that trademark smirk of his formed on his perfect features.
His mouth moved down to my br**sts where he began licking and nipping. The combination of sensations from his body’s assault was too much. His name spilled from my lips on a scream as my back arched off the bed. My hands grabbed his arms; nails digging in as my walls constricted around him.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good when you come around my cock.”
I was too far gone to respond, my body going lax after my orgasm. He was still going. Both hands were back on my hips as he drove into me. His stamina was unparalleled. How many times in the past had I been forced to come multiple times before he spilled inside me?
“God, I’m close,” he grunted before pulling out.
I whimpered at the loss, but knew what he was doing. What he wanted from me.
I managed to turn my body around, coming face to face with his c**k and took him into my eager mouth. I lapped up my juices from him as my tongue swirled around his length. His eyes were on me, watching his c**k disappear between my lips. He loved to watch me suck him after being buried in my pu**y. I sucked hard, punishing him as he had me. I was rewarded with a hiss and a flex of his hips. My teeth grazed his skin. He moaned deep in his chest, his panting gaining speed, muscles tensing.
His hands wrapped up in my hair just as he began to thrust, f**king my mouth. He was grunting and moaning as he hit the back of my throat. I reached up to massage his balls, adding to the sensations.
“Fuck!” he cried out. His hips flexed forward before jerking. He came hard; spurt after spurt, sliding into my mouth and down my throat.
After licking him clean, I released him from my mouth. I smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was passionate, as were all his kisses. It was also harsh; his teeth biting on my lip, scraping it, tasting himself.
He got a rag to clean me up before we laid down and curled into one another. Tomorrow was closing in. Another day of wearing masks and hiding what we wanted, what we were, from the world. Another day of denying each other. Another night of punishment to look forward to.
Why was he punishing me? Because I called to him, and I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Punishing himself for wanting me and doing whatever he desired to me.
Punishing us for our breach.
CHAPTER 1
It started out as one hell of a morning, so of course it had to be a Monday. It didn’t help that I only had three hours of sleep thanks to work keeping me up at night. My brain was unable to shut down. I needed coffee, stat.
The day had to get better—the new hire was starting. Maybe I wouldn’t be in the office until midnight almost every night. The prospect of having a life again, thanks to the new employee, was wonderful. Not that I had much of one before. I’d been working seventy to eighty hour weeks for the last four months since Vivian left us high and dry. I needed a vacation.
Hell, I’d settle for leaving before five one evening a week.
I pulled into the parking lot, zipping into my usual spot, and looked into the rearview mirror. My usual bright, expressive eyes were dull and bloodshot from lack of sleep, reflecting dark circles underneath, standing out against my pale skin. My hair was not cooperating, dirty blonde strands sticking up in all directions. I had brushed it before I left, right?
In my current state I wasn’t sure of the answer to my internal question. I dug through my purse, locating my hair screws, the most wonderful hair invention ever, and threw the bird’s nest up into a quick, tight bun. Looking down, I noticed a run in my hose that started from my knee and ran all the way down my calf.
Great. Add to my already spectacular morning.
I hated wearing pantyhose, but in the winter they helped keep my legs a little warmer when I wore skirts. Surreptitiously, I pulled my skirt up to my waist. My hips jutted forward, feet braced against the floor. I pulled my pantyhose over my ass, down my hips, and peeled the offending material off my legs. As I settled back down, I gathered the flimsy fabric and threw it into the passenger side seat.
I braced my body again, hips in the air, to pull my knee length skirt back down. When I turned to grab my purse, I was startled to see someone watching me.
Fuck.
The driver in the car next to mine was sitting with his sunglasses on. Yeah, like those were needed with the ninety percent chance of rain we were due to have today. I stared at him for a moment, watching a smirk slide across his face. My skin heated, and I cursed at the blush I knew was blossoming.
