by K. I. Lynn
“Oh, yes, Miss Palmer.” She was blushing as she grabbed the file from my hand on her way out.
“Thank you,” Nathan’s melodic voice called, drawing my attention away from the fleeing girl.
My body buzzed at his address. He shouldn’t have spoken to me like that. I hated how he could affect me; pull me to him, play with me.
“I didn’t do it for you. I just can’t stand her presence.” Then it began again, the staring. His eyes bored into me, and my body heated under his gaze.
“You and me both.”
“T.G.I.F, right? You can get a two day reprieve from your fan club.” My voice was saturated with more venom than I’d intended.
He blinked at me, his expression going blank again before turning back to his computer, whispering, “I wish everyday was a reprieve.”
Once again, a small speck was given, leading to more questions with no answers.
The rest of the afternoon passed in calm, silent reigning in the office. I ignored Nathan, with the exception of when the two visitors from the Nathan Thorne fan club stopped by. He declined every invitation to go out that evening, citing a previous engagement, leaving them with a promise of a rain check. It seemed to be the only way he could shake them.
I left without much notice a short time later and headed home. Once there, I changed into my jeans, throwing on a tank top and cardigan. I inspected the marks that were fading from my skin. The ones on my chest were gone, but some of the deeper ones on my neck and shoulder remained. On my way, I pulled a scarf off the hall tree and wrapped it around myself, covering the rest.
Being that is was Friday, I headed out to my local dive bar and drank myself into a stupor, despite John’s protest. I needed the escape. There was no Nathan to walk me home, but I managed to stumble my way home just fine by myself, as I did every week before he’d showed up. In my drunkenness, I almost hit the button for the fourteenth floor just to show him I could get home fine without him. But then I realized how stupid that would make me seem, and the last thing I wanted to do was give him something more to judge about me.
With only twenty six total units, it was a wonder I’d never bumped into him prior to that Friday night. It was a thought for a less liquored mind, and I stumbled into bed, my brain shutting down as I passed out into the darkness I craved.
CHAPTER 4
Sunday fell upon me before I knew it, and I found myself at home, cleaning an already spotless home. I’d lost most of Saturday to a glorious, deep sleep, waking up just after noon.
Now, I was dancing around to the radio in my tank top and some lounge pants, my hair up in a messy bun. It was unusual for me to leave the house on Sundays, but when I did, I was often dressed in something similar; I needed to feel comfortable after being in a suit all week.
The sun was shining, and I contemplated taking a walk, maybe down to the circle, as it was a warm day. Perhaps I’d stop at the coffee shop or head over to the mall for a movie. Then again, I could always find something on the movie channels, maybe make some popcorn.
A loud, incessant fist, pounding on my front door, startled me, and I ran to answer it. I released the deadbolt and pulled open the door to find Nathan, standing in my doorway, his expression wild.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as soon as he saw me, his hands braced on the door frame.
“Nathan?”
“Why?”
The pinging of the elevator signaled my neighbor was coming up, and I grabbed onto Nathan’s tie, dragging him in. “Idiot! Do you want the whole building to know?”
He ignored my question and began pacing. “I don’t get you. All week long I’ve been waiting for Jack to pull me into his office and fire me, or the police to come, knocking down my door to take me away, and…nothing.”
“Why the police?”
He stopped, staring at me, his hand fisting in his hair in agitation. “I practically fucking raped you, Delilah.”
My eyes widened in surprise as I stared at him. “Is that what you think happened?”
“Yes!” he yelled. “I took you against your will against a wall. Fuck!” His eyes were roaming over me, taking in the expanse of skin I’d kept hidden from him all week. He swallowed hard.
“Listen, Nathan, I think we need to get some things straightened out, because I thought you understood. First off, I asked for everything you gave me.”
“Fuck, you sound like a battered housewife.”
I rolled my eyes at him just before my temper snapped. “Will you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to talk!” He stared at me in shock as I resumed. “I’m pretty sure I recall begging you more than once, and I never asked you to stop or said no, did I?”
His hand cupped the back of his neck, and I could tell he was thinking back to that night. There was movement in his pants, and his eyes glazed over.
“No,” he conceded and resumed pacing.
“Second, that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
His agitated movements stopped and his lip twitched. “Really?” His telltale smirk returned for the first time in a week, then turned to a look of despair as a realization hit him. “Fuck, I came inside you.”
“Are you clean?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’re good. I’m on birth control. Third, if I did do any of those things you said, there would never be the possibility you would ever do them to me again…not that you would.”
He stared at me, unblinking. “Okay, I’m intrigued. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because no one wants me, so why would you?”
“You have such a fucking low opinion of yourself it pisses me off.” His blue eyes blazed, surprising me.
“What?”
“You are so fucking sexy, Lila, that all I can think of doing right now is bending you over that table and slamming into you again and again. Hard. My cock is like fucking steel at the thought of being inside you again. You need to be punished for making me want you this much.”
With a wicked glint in his eyes, his gaze roamed over my body, making my pussy twitch at the thought. I stared back at him in disbelief. Once again, words foreign to me were falling from his lips. He took a few menacing steps toward me, much like a predator, and I drew in a ragged breath. My body was heating up and high on the anticipation of what he would do to me. I wanted him to lay claim to me again, mark me.
“Fuck!” he yelled, breaking our trance and pacing again. “What the fuck is it about you?”
Nathan turned to face me. His tortured expression indicating his mood was shifting, once again. I never knew what to expect from him.
“I. Don’t. Want. You.” He spat as he accentuated each word. I cringed as his harsh words forced open cracks. “And you really don’t want me. No one should want me. I’m not a fucking catch, I’m a fucking…”
His fist pulled back as if he was going to punch something, but I lunged out and grabbed it, then with all my strength, pushed him against the wall.
He was stunned, staring down at me with wide eyes. My lips were inches from his, taunting him, playing him back. His expression was one of wariness.
“You think you forced yourself on me? Well, how about a little payback then?”
I dropped down to my knees in front of him and began undoing his pants, driven by the growing need to have him again.
“Shit!” he exclaimed as I pulled his hard cock from its confines. His hands slapped against the wall, palms flat, bracing himself.
His legs were locked in preparation for my mouth. I looked up and found his gaze focused down on me, unblinking and lust filled. His eyes were wide from the anticipation of what I was going to do to him. He was long, thick, and deliciously hard. My pussy gushed at the vision of perfection before me, and I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the leaking head before taking in as much of him as I was able.
“Fuck, fuck!” His hands moved from the wall and fisted in my hair.
I attempted to work him all the way in, but it didn’
t happen and was going to take further practice. My tongue pressed against the vein on the underside of his cock as I moved back up, sucking on the tip.
The action triggered the dirty words I’d gotten a peek of. He had no idea how much they turned me on. I loved it.
“Shit, that’s it, baby. Fuck, you are such a good little cock sucker.”
My head bobbed up and down his length, and he watched with rapt attention; eyes dark, and hooded. I moaned around him, the sensation causing his lips to part in ecstasy.
“You can’t stop yourself from craving my dick, can you? It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?”
His hips began to rock, pushing him deeper, almost all the way in. His hands in my hair began to push and pull me up and down his length so he could fuck my mouth. My panties were drenched.
“You have such a hot, wet, little mouth.” He groaned and then slowed his movements as he tried to push my head down, taking my mouth all the way to the base. I choked around him, the intrusion foreign. His sexual aggression was sparking something inside me that had been festering for a long time. “Fuck, I’m all the way in…feels so damn good. You love it, don’t you? You love sucking me off like a little cock slut.”
He pulled me off him, picked me up, and slammed me against the wall, lips crashing to mine. His eyes were even darker, lost in the lust that surrounded us. “I don’t think I want you to swallow me tonight. I want to come in that fucking tight cunt of yours.”
He kissed me again, hard and needy. One hand was still tangled in my hair, the other grabbing my ass so hard I anticipated a hand print bruise in the morning.
“How do you taste on my lips?” I asked him in the brief moment his left mine.
He growled, pulling my hips to his, rubbing the fabric of my pants against his very erect cock. “Oh, baby, I’m about to ask you the same thing,” he whispered in my ear before biting just beneath.
His mouth worked its way down my neck; tongue licking, teeth nipping. He stopped, his gaze locked on the still prominent mark on my shoulder that had not faded. His finger traced the outline his teeth had created, his tongue mirroring the path before his teeth clamped down.
“That is so fucking sexy.” He yanked down the strap of my tank top, exposing my breast.
My nipples tightened against the cool air. Nathan dove down, taking one into his mouth and biting. I cried out in pain and pleasure, repeating the sound when he moved to the other side. He rounded back, sucking hard on the first nipple as his tongue flicked the harden flesh.
He worked his way back up, lips mashing into mine, bruising; our tongues dancing. “Now to taste your pussy. I bet you’re so fucking sweet.” He inhaled and smirked. “I can smell you from here.”
“Fuck!” I cried. His words were going to be the death of me. The thought of his mouth on my clit was more than I could handle. I ached for him to touch me; take me.
“Soon, very fucking soon.” His hands grabbed onto the waistband of my pants, pulling them and my panties down in one quick tug.
I pulled my tank top the rest of the way off as I stepped out of my pants; his hands on my skin created paths of fire that shot straight into my quivering pussy. His arm hooked underneath one leg, placing it on his shoulder. He licked and nipped his way from my knee to my pussy lips.
“Baby, you are fucking dripping wet for me.” His finger swiped my slit, causing my hips to buck and a moan to escape. I looked down in time to watch as he placed that finger into his mouth, licking and sucking my juices. “Mmm, so good. This is what sucking my cock did to you? Dirty girl, so fucking naughty.”
His mouth clamped down on my inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark. Then his mouth latched onto my pussy, licking up my opening before nipping at my clit, and making me moan like a whore. He was relentless in his attack, pulling me hard to his mouth. Screams bounced off the walls, all emanating from me, from what he was doing to my body.
I’d been climbing toward my orgasm with each touch, my body burning with desire. But when he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them, that was what finally threw me over the edge.
“Oh, shit, Nathan! I…I…” My body shook, head tilting back as my orgasm ripped through me. My hands were in his hair, pushing him further into my pussy, riding his face as I spasmed around his fingers.
“You are so fucking hot when you come.” He groaned and set my leg back down. His tongue swiped around lips that were shining with my juices. He stood, pressing his body against mine, grinding his cock into me, and guiding my arms above my head.
I stretched up and captured his lips with mine, tasting myself mixed with him. His fingers flexed against my hips.
“Time to fuck that pussy of yours. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You like being fucked fast and rough, don’t you? You want my cock to own your pussy and pound it hard.”
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 fucking 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 fucking 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 cock in you, don’t you, little slut?”
“Yes. Yes! Please fuck me with your…ugh…hard cock…shit…p-pound my naughty pussy.” 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 fuck…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 pussy clenched around his perfect cock.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your pussy 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 cock 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.