Chapter 122
KATE
"Why are we here?"
He led me until we stood in front of the large mirror on the wall of his enormous closet, which he called his wardrobe, and was next to our bedroom, or rather his bedroom.
Extending his hand, he pulled me closer, spinning me around before kissing my neck, until we were facing our reflections in the mirror.
Untying the knot of my robe delicately, he let it fall around my feet. My body was already craving his touch.
"What are you doing?"
I wondered if it was some kind of crazy fantasy, while my face grew redder as I stared at my own reflection.
"Not yet."
Lowering himself, he slid his fingers between my skin and the fabric of my panties, undressing me.
"This is... a little embarrassing."
"I don't want you to feel shy around me. I want you to always feel comfortable."
"Most of the time I do, but this... is different?"
"I want to show you that anything else is insignificant compared to you. I want you to understand that no gift can compensate for everything you make me feel."
His words melted my heart. He wrapped me in an embrace while kissing my neck.
I was almost moaning with desire, almost begging.
"You are wonderful. And you're mine. And that's how I imagined you wearing the gift," he whispered.
I spun around on my heels to face him, grabbing his neck.
"I have to admit that today you're surprising me with sweet words. And it makes me think that I don't know anything about you."
My stomach was churning with the desire to feel him possess me.
"You know enough."
"No. And I want to change that. Now it's no longer an arrangement, Ryan. It's a fair game." I caressed his lower lip with my finger.
"A fair game?"
"Yes. I want to know everything about you." I kissed his chin.
"You shouldn't worry about my past."
"I'm not worried. I'm just curious. Don't you want to know things about me that you don't know yet?"
"I know enough about you."
"Right, Sherlock... I'm sure you have a folder with information about me, including my blood type." I rolled my eyes, mocking him, underestimating him too soon. His face remained serious. "That was a joke... Oh my God! Are you serious?" My smile disappeared.
"Can we talk about this later?" He tightened his arms around my waist.
"No." I pushed him away a bit. "Damn... Is this serious? I just found out that you're a possible psychopath, and you expect me to find that normal?"
"Don't exaggerate. I just asked them to gather as much information as possible about you. And my team is quite competent. I didn't want to be surprised again after you showed up in my office like the first time."
"Do you really have files about me? Besides the ones that were necessary when I worked at your company?"
"Kate..."
Damn, he was serious? He actually investigated my life?
"Ryan... you need help." This is completely invasive and scary. "I want to see those files." I tried to free myself from his arms, but it was futile.
"Please. It's nonsense."
"Nonsense? You investigated my life, my life, Nathan!"
I wanted to strangle him. I was excited and angry at the same time.
"Alright, I'll show you, but not now. And of course, I don't know everything about you, I don't know all your stories. The files only contain extremely specific things."
"Are you trying to convince me that what you did is normal?"
"For me, it is."
"You're crazy."
It seemed that every time she discovered something new about him, it was something strange and obscure.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
Nathan Ryan definitely required a lot of patience.
"Couldn't you just be an ordinary guy?" I took a deep breath, giving up on a futile argument. Somehow, my subconscious knew that we needed the body in front of me, and it was impossible to resist him now.
"I am," he said, blinking a few times, reflecting.
"No, you have serious issues."
"Like what?"
"A handsome face and almost unlimited money. It makes you think you can control everything and everyone around you, it's sickening." I stepped back and picked up my robe. He remained silent as I left, returning to the room and lying down on his bed.
Some time later, he approached the bed and sat on the edge, his back turned to me. Without any air of superiority, just a man with relaxed shoulders, if he weren't Ryan, I would say he was almost vulnerable.
"I know I can't control you... I just want to protect you. I'm afraid of losing you."
It was hard to stay angry when he said those kinds of things. I crawled on the bed on my knees and hugged him from behind, kissing his shoulder.
"I really think it's unhealthy to need someone as much as I need you. No one understands what you feel better than I do. Someone who makes you lose control over your own life, who makes you feel vulnerable. You have no idea how much time I've spent reflecting on this...
What would happen if you decided you don't want me anymore? What if you get tired of me? Just like that, out of the blue? Is that what it means to like someone? To deposit and entrust your feelings in another person? But people are so unpredictable.
Well, I don't know how to get rid of this fear or these thoughts. I just need you to trust me as if I were a part of you because that's how I feel. And that means you can't hire a spy to follow me," I joked.
"A part of me?" There it was, that look again, dark, hungry... and impressed? As if I were what he desired most in life. He leaned over my body.
"You pervert," I smiled, biting my lower lip with the intention of teasing him. A damn dirty grin appeared on his face, and I'm sure my panties were already soaked.
"I got curious about your stories... maybe you want to tell me one that I don't know yet," he said.
"Seriously? Now?"
"Why not?" he asked. Damn, he was trying to torture me.
"Please, can you touch me? Otherwise, I'll go crazy."
"I thought you were angry?" he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I am, but right now I need you a lot."
"Really? How much?"
"Are you going to make me beg?"
"I like the idea."
"You're so mean. I'm practically melting... please..."
"Please, what?"
"Touch me."
"I need more specificity."
"Damn it, anywhere... I whimpered."
He got on his knees, his hands took my face, and his lips brushed against mine. He was looking deep into my eyes. "Be a good girl."
"What?" He got off the bed and stood at the edge.
"Come here." I got on my knees again and crawled to the edge.
"What are you doing?" He ignored me, grabbing and gathering my hair in one hand, then pushed my head down and pulled down his pants with the other hand. Not gentle at all, quite selfish.
"Couldn't you ask nicely?" I teased, trying to irritate him. He tried to put his cock in my mouth, but I refused, turning my face away.
"Open your mouth for me," he stared at me with an authoritative gaze.
"No 'please'?" I provoked, and he pulled my hair.
"If it's not willingly, you know I don't mind using other means..."
I smiled before doing what he asked. I could surely make this small effort for him.
So he was in my mouth, taking up all the space, and soon deeper, almost reaching my throat. I tried to focus on breathing through my nose.
He repeated the movements three more times, on the last one, he tried to put a little more than half of his cock, and I almost choked. Damn.
"Are you okay?" he asked, panting.
"Yes..."
A thought occurred to me, frustrating me. Even if I perfected the technique, I would never be able to take him completely in my mouth. And I wanted that so much.
I tried to ignore the idea. I tied my hair in a bun and turned my attention back to my fun task. I took him in my hand and squeezed, watching his reaction closely, his eyes fixed on my hands, sometimes on my eyes and mouth. I moistened my lips and brushed them against the tip, then with my tongue, letting my saliva drip. He moaned.
"Oh, fuck."
Before I could taste him as I desired, we were interrupted. James called, knocking on the door. Damn. Was he listening to us?
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