I nodded. His grip moved down to my arm, pulling me down the hall. We walked into the dining room, and he pushed me against the ledge of the table, my hips stinging as they hit the hard wood.
“Bend over and hold on,” he instructed in my ear, his mouth latching onto the opposite shoulder where his mark was, teeth scraping against my skin as I leaned forward.
My hands searched out the edge, my body vibrating in anticipation, thighs clenching. I gripped down just in time for Nathan to slam into me in one thrust. The motion had me crying out as he filled me.
“So f**king good! So wet…tight…shit, Lila.” He pulled out and pushed back in even harder. The table legs scratched against the floor, moving each time his hips slammed against mine. One of his hands released me and twirled around my hair, pulling my head back. The other hand pushed down on the small of my back, pressing me into the wood surface.
My back arched, scalp tingling in both pain and pleasure as I tightened around him due to the new angle.
“That’s it, take my f**king cock. You love it, don’t you?”
I whimpered as his pace increased to the pounding state I craved. His hand pressing hard against me held a sexual neediness my body wanted, so different from the touches of my past. His want and desire flowed through his skin into mine.
“Answer me! You love my c**k in you, don’t you, little slut?”
“Yes. Yes! Please f**k me with your…ugh…hard cock…shit…p-pound my naughty pu**y.” My mind was unable to keep up with the emotions he was driving into me as he pushed me to the edge.
His grip on my hair tightened, making my head and shoulders arch farther up off the table toward him. “Harder. Deeper, oh f**k…so deep inside me. More! Pull me down, take me over…shit. Make me sorry for being so naughty.”
I whimpered again, unable to speak anymore. Incoherent sounds were all that came out. I’d never had it like that, so rough. I loved it. He was gritty, demanding, and had a dirty mouth that sent me into overdrive. But his eyes held no disdain, just desire and lust.
“Yes, punish you. Fuck. I don’t want this…don’t want you. This.” Slam. “Is.” Slam. “All.” Slam. “Your.” Slam. “Fault!”
I crumbled beneath him, screaming his name as my pu**y clenched around his perfect cock.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your pu**y feels so good… Milk my cock, baby. Fuck!” His hand released my hair, and I fell back down to the table, exhaustion taking over as I moved toward a second orgasm. He gripped my hips, pulling me back, pushing him deeper. “That’s it. Grip it tight like a vice. That’s what you do; it’s how you torment me. Fucking c**k tease.”
My whole body shook, tearless sobs taking over as my oversensitive body tingled, and I fell again. His hips jerked, fingers digging into my flesh as he exploded within me. A moment later his movements stopped, the sound of his harsh breath filling the room.
He collapsed on top of me, unable to hold himself up, muscles spent. We were both panting, trying to regain a normal heart rate.
“You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you.” He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder blade with the tenderness of a lover. “Run while you can. Run away from me, and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”
His eerie warning was the last thing I heard before exhaustion took over and my eyelids closed, blacking out the world.
CHAPTER 5
My eyes fluttered open, the familiar sight of my bedroom coming into focus through my disoriented mind. Warm, soft light filtered in through the curtains covering the windows, greeting me from my comfortable bed. It took a moment to recall what I’d been doing before I awoke, confused as to why I was asleep in the middle of the afternoon. A twinge in my abdomen when I tried to sit rectified that.
Nathan had been there, inside me. It was better than the last time, the pain and stiffness when I moved was a testament to his visit. He was rough and dirty, and I knew my body was ruined for any other man. No other could make my body sing the way he had during our encounters.
The last words he said surfaced through my addled mind, playing over, looping until it was clear.
“You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you. Run while you can. Run away from me and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”
All I could think of was: why? Why wasn’t he “worth my life?” If he wasn’t a good or even decent person, would he have placed me in my bed before he left? Would he have even come, so aggravated, thinking he’d hurt me? I was tucked under the covers of my bed, cleaned of our actions, with a glass of water on the bedside table; all evidence to the contrary.
Another question was: why me? Each member of the Boob-Squad was throwing themselves at him daily. We weren’t friends, nor did we pretend to be. It was a constant butting of heads, sarcastic remarks, biting words and eye rolls, filling our everyday encounters.
With no answers, I forced myself from the bed and threw on some clothes before I plopped in front of the TV, intent on losing myself in whatever movie was on. I was too tired and aching to even contemplate anymore cleaning. In the back of my mind I wondered if Nathan was upstairs doing the same thing. He was so close, yet so very far away.
Sunday had long since passed, and now it was nine in the morning on a Wednesday. I hadn’t seen Nathan at all outside of work, much to my body’s regret. Our usual bickering never faltered, but his mood improved over the weekend like most thought it would. I was the only one privy to the real reason why.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me, staring at me like he was searching for the answer to a question. He never looked when anyone else would see, just when we were alone; tucked away in our space with a view.
Our office had once been one of the conference rooms for Holloway and Holloway, back when they only took up one floor of the building. When the firm expanded and the load became more than one transactional attorney could handle, Mr. Holloway split it into two, but kept it together. Hence the occupation of such a large room by comparison.
Vivian was hired to work with Trevor to lighten the burden, making it more manageable. When Trevor’s wife was relocated, I applied in hopes to be relieved of the grunt work of a newbie. Mr. Holloway hired me straight out of college after I’d interned between my second and third year of law school.
I had no desire for the court room, I never had, but I loved the law. When I looked at Nathan, I saw a courtroom personality. He was much smarter than I was. I envisioned him prosecuting criminals or suing large corporations. Not stuck in a room, meeting with clients a few times a week, and looking over legal jargon until his eyes bled. The job wasn’t him. I assumed it was part of his mystery, but I’d never asked, and he wasn’t forthcoming with information about himself.
“Bend over and hold on,” he instructed in my ear, his mouth latching onto the opposite shoulder where his mark was, teeth scraping against my skin as I leaned forward.
My hands searched out the edge, my body vibrating in anticipation, thighs clenching. I gripped down just in time for Nathan to slam into me in one thrust. The motion had me crying out as he filled me.
“So f**king good! So wet…tight…shit, Lila.” He pulled out and pushed back in even harder. The table legs scratched against the floor, moving each time his hips slammed against mine. One of his hands released me and twirled around my hair, pulling my head back. The other hand pushed down on the small of my back, pressing me into the wood surface.
My back arched, scalp tingling in both pain and pleasure as I tightened around him due to the new angle.
“That’s it, take my f**king cock. You love it, don’t you?”
I whimpered as his pace increased to the pounding state I craved. His hand pressing hard against me held a sexual neediness my body wanted, so different from the touches of my past. His want and desire flowed through his skin into mine.
“Answer me! You love my c**k in you, don’t you, little slut?”
“Yes. Yes! Please f**k me with your…ugh…hard cock…shit…p-pound my naughty pu**y.” My mind was unable to keep up with the emotions he was driving into me as he pushed me to the edge.
His grip on my hair tightened, making my head and shoulders arch farther up off the table toward him. “Harder. Deeper, oh f**k…so deep inside me. More! Pull me down, take me over…shit. Make me sorry for being so naughty.”
I whimpered again, unable to speak anymore. Incoherent sounds were all that came out. I’d never had it like that, so rough. I loved it. He was gritty, demanding, and had a dirty mouth that sent me into overdrive. But his eyes held no disdain, just desire and lust.
“Yes, punish you. Fuck. I don’t want this…don’t want you. This.” Slam. “Is.” Slam. “All.” Slam. “Your.” Slam. “Fault!”
I crumbled beneath him, screaming his name as my pu**y clenched around his perfect cock.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your pu**y feels so good… Milk my cock, baby. Fuck!” His hand released my hair, and I fell back down to the table, exhaustion taking over as I moved toward a second orgasm. He gripped my hips, pulling me back, pushing him deeper. “That’s it. Grip it tight like a vice. That’s what you do; it’s how you torment me. Fucking c**k tease.”
My whole body shook, tearless sobs taking over as my oversensitive body tingled, and I fell again. His hips jerked, fingers digging into my flesh as he exploded within me. A moment later his movements stopped, the sound of his harsh breath filling the room.
He collapsed on top of me, unable to hold himself up, muscles spent. We were both panting, trying to regain a normal heart rate.
“You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you.” He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder blade with the tenderness of a lover. “Run while you can. Run away from me, and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”
His eerie warning was the last thing I heard before exhaustion took over and my eyelids closed, blacking out the world.
CHAPTER 5
My eyes fluttered open, the familiar sight of my bedroom coming into focus through my disoriented mind. Warm, soft light filtered in through the curtains covering the windows, greeting me from my comfortable bed. It took a moment to recall what I’d been doing before I awoke, confused as to why I was asleep in the middle of the afternoon. A twinge in my abdomen when I tried to sit rectified that.
Nathan had been there, inside me. It was better than the last time, the pain and stiffness when I moved was a testament to his visit. He was rough and dirty, and I knew my body was ruined for any other man. No other could make my body sing the way he had during our encounters.
The last words he said surfaced through my addled mind, playing over, looping until it was clear.
“You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you. Run while you can. Run away from me and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”
All I could think of was: why? Why wasn’t he “worth my life?” If he wasn’t a good or even decent person, would he have placed me in my bed before he left? Would he have even come, so aggravated, thinking he’d hurt me? I was tucked under the covers of my bed, cleaned of our actions, with a glass of water on the bedside table; all evidence to the contrary.
Another question was: why me? Each member of the Boob-Squad was throwing themselves at him daily. We weren’t friends, nor did we pretend to be. It was a constant butting of heads, sarcastic remarks, biting words and eye rolls, filling our everyday encounters.
With no answers, I forced myself from the bed and threw on some clothes before I plopped in front of the TV, intent on losing myself in whatever movie was on. I was too tired and aching to even contemplate anymore cleaning. In the back of my mind I wondered if Nathan was upstairs doing the same thing. He was so close, yet so very far away.
Sunday had long since passed, and now it was nine in the morning on a Wednesday. I hadn’t seen Nathan at all outside of work, much to my body’s regret. Our usual bickering never faltered, but his mood improved over the weekend like most thought it would. I was the only one privy to the real reason why.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me, staring at me like he was searching for the answer to a question. He never looked when anyone else would see, just when we were alone; tucked away in our space with a view.
Our office had once been one of the conference rooms for Holloway and Holloway, back when they only took up one floor of the building. When the firm expanded and the load became more than one transactional attorney could handle, Mr. Holloway split it into two, but kept it together. Hence the occupation of such a large room by comparison.
Vivian was hired to work with Trevor to lighten the burden, making it more manageable. When Trevor’s wife was relocated, I applied in hopes to be relieved of the grunt work of a newbie. Mr. Holloway hired me straight out of college after I’d interned between my second and third year of law school.
I had no desire for the court room, I never had, but I loved the law. When I looked at Nathan, I saw a courtroom personality. He was much smarter than I was. I envisioned him prosecuting criminals or suing large corporations. Not stuck in a room, meeting with clients a few times a week, and looking over legal jargon until his eyes bled. The job wasn’t him. I assumed it was part of his mystery, but I’d never asked, and he wasn’t forthcoming with information about himself.
