Chapter 16

KATE

His words aroused desire between my legs; I was pulsing with longing. His hands lifted my nightgown by the sides of my body. I wanted to feel him, deep down, consuming me, but I opened my eyes, realizing it was happening again. Once again, he managed to take away my reason.

"I can't, Nathan," I said, pushing him away and stepping back. Then he started to take off his shirt. Damn!
"What are you doing?"
He approached, making me step back and pressing me against the wall. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned my hands above my head and kissed me roughly. Damn it. I tried to turn away.
"No... stop." He didn't let me speak. His lips were insistent.

"Shhhh..." He slid his finger over my lip. "How I want to feel that little mouth..." He bit his lower lip. "But not today."

With swift movements, he used one hand to remove my nightgown, and then he used his shirt to bind my hands.

"No, Nathan..." He covered my mouth with one hand.

"Shhh. I know you want this. Be a good girl."

His eyes focused on my breasts. "I missed you," he said, exploring one of them with his free hand and squeezing the nipple between his fingers. Oh my God. "Stay quiet."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, he lifted me, gripping my legs and placing them around his hips. He carried me to the bed and laid me down, getting on top of me. It only took a few seconds for him to secure my hands to the headboard. Then he stood up and undressed completely, putting on a condom he took from his pocket. It left me salivating.

Did he have any flaws? Because it seemed impossible to find a single one. He crawled back to me and stared into my eyes.

"You want it... I know that. I see it."

"Nathan..."

"You drive me crazy," he groaned as he ran his tongue over my lips. I felt the weight of his body on me, his erection pressing against me, making me moan. His mouth was experienced and skilled. "Say yes."

"No..."

"Say it." He kissed my neck and slid his fingers over my panties. "Why do you resist?"

Damn, because it's wrong. But I couldn't form any coherent thoughts.

"Nathan, stop."

"No... I won't stop... Stopping is out of the question."

He moved lower, kissing between my breasts and down my stomach, while his hand slipped beneath the lace fabric of my panties. Oh, God!! I felt his fingers, and I met his smile when he discovered how wet I was. It seemed like the smile of someone who had just won a prize.

"You didn't pass the test, Miss Collins." He moved his fingers at my entrance. I held back a moan in my throat. "This is further proof of how much you want my cock."

Damn. I wanted it so much. "You fucked with my head all week... Now I'm going to fuck you," he whispered in my ear. Hearing him say those things made me even more excited. I couldn't resist his slow touch under my panties.

"Yes..." I surrendered. I needed it.
He smiled, then spread my legs apart and penetrated me without further ado. Slowly. So delicious. I suppressed a moan with each inch he pushed inside me. The rhythm of his hips increased, and he supported himself with his palms flat on the bed. God, the sensation was all I could remember and more.

The thrusts became faster and rougher. His breath on my neck drove me wild. He became more and more forceful.

"I can do whatever I want with you," he whispered. I could no longer formulate any thoughts but us. His body against mine was overwhelming. Pleasure consumed my body gradually, and I wanted more and more. I wanted his hands on me, his lips and teeth on my breasts, thighs, and butt, squeezing and biting. I moaned, letting the feeling take over me.

Then he stopped. I opened my eyes, breathless. Sweat had already covered our bodies. "Nathan... Touch me," I pleaded. But he ignored me.

I remembered his words: that he was here just to satisfy himself. That's what he was doing.

I put my legs around his hips, trying to keep his body close to mine, trying to bring him to me. He smiled, breathless. Biting his lip, he leaned over me and pulled my lower lip with his teeth. And there he was, moving his hips again in an amazing manner, filling me, leaving me breathless. His tongue played with mine for a brief moment, leaving me hungry. It was becoming torture.

My desire seemed insatiable, growing; I could only think that I needed more. The numerous points on my body needing attention left me dazed, along with the sound of his moans as he lost himself in me, hitting the same spot over and over, which was starting to hurt. I squeezed my legs around him. I wanted more.

"Don't come," he said between his teeth. I looked at him, confused and breathless. "I'm not done yet."

Damn, Ryan. He doesn't touch me. He doesn't want me to come. He was proving exactly what everyone said about him.

His movements became violent; I tried to free my arms, pulling hard on the shirt tied to the headboard. I screamed. It felt like he was about to break me at any moment. It was pleasurable and painful. Stronger with each thrust, as if it were impossible. Uncontrolled. Almost hurting me.

I was already writhing with the strange feelings that pain and pleasure caused me. I was almost there when I heard an astonishing groan from him, as he penetrated me slowly, one last time before his body trembled, and his eyes closed while he gasped.

"Nathan..." He opened his eyes and looked at me. I urgently needed him.

"What?"

"Please..."

He smiled maliciously and pulled out of me.

"Please... What are you doing?"

"I said... I just came to get what you owed me."

"You can't do this."

"I already did. Let's see if you learn to be less selfish."

"You son of a bitch!"

Smirking, he got up and headed to the bathroom, taking his clothes with him. Damn it. I was frustrated. He couldn't do this; I needed him. Idiot. Bastard. "Nathan!" I shouted. "Ryan... You son of a bitch!"

He took some time before returning to the room.

"What?" He asked.

I decided to be strong, planning future revenge.

"I need you to let me go. Since you can't fuck someone properly."

He laughed and approached. Kneeling over me, he released the shirt from the headboard, then released my hands. I pushed him to get off me and got up to search for my nightgown.

"Are you angry?"

"Get out, you asshole." I found it and put it on.

"I think that's a yes. Now you know how frustrated and irritated I felt when you left me in the office."

"You succeeded... And what did you gain from that?"

"I feel much better now. But I just want you to understand that you can't do that. Not with me."

"I want you to understand that you control your company, your employees, and all the people subordinate to you because you have money. But not with me. Can you understand that?"

"You are my employee, remember?"

"Yes, I am. But you can only give me orders when we're at work. And we're not right now. So I want to make it clear that you can't come to my house and do that. Got it? And I would also like to remind you that if you do that again in the office, I can report you for harassment."

He laughed. "Seriously? Harassment? You're so funny. I don't think it would be easy to convince anyone of that after they find out we've had this kind of relationship. So I would tell them how you convinced me to sleep with you that night, after omitting the fact that you were a virgin."

"You're such an idiot."

"Wait... I was also going to tell them how you moaned that night before you came," he said with a malicious expression, walking up and stopping in front of me. I wanted to punch him and, at the same time, pin him to my bed. "There's more... I was going to say that you came again in the early hours after another round. That was incredible. Do you remember? Because I remember very well."

I remembered that night perfectly. How amazing it was, and... Wait... Damn! I forgot to take the damn pill. My brain went into a panic. Damn!

"Damn it!" I panicked.

"What? You don't remember?"

"I forgot to take the damn pill!"

"Pill?"

"How could I?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The pill, Nathan! I didn't take the damn pill!"

I moved away from him, sitting on the bed.

"You don't mean..."

His expression was filled with shock and disbelief.

"Yes."

"How could you forget? Are you kidding me?"

"I didn't remember the next day, and not any other day... until now."

"This means you could..."

"No. This can't happen."

"Damn it! How did you forget?" He was almost yelling. But he was right; how could I forget? How could I explain this kind of irresponsibility?

"I..."

"I'm sorry... It's not your fault. Damn it!"

"It is."

"What we're thinking about is out of the question."

"It's a possibility now."

"This is not going to happen."

"I really hope you're right."

The possibility of being pregnant was...

"Are you late?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think so yet."

"You have to take a test, Kate."

"I think it's still too early."

"What are we going to do then?"

"I think it's better if you leave."

"Great idea! I'll be very calm after this!"

"You can't do anything. I'll deal with it tomorrow."

"How?"

"I'll keep you informed."

"Kate..."

"Go away! Please. You've done enough for today."

"I didn't..."

"Please, Nathan." He stared at me for a moment. Then he gathered his things and disappeared through the door.

I sat on the floor after he left, unable to stop the tears from overflowing. Just the thought of it made me feel terrible. This could ruin my plans and my future. How could I be so foolish? How could I let a stranger do that?

I tried to be rational; desperation was about to consume me. The drama wouldn't help me at all. It was still just a possibility.