Chapter 38
NATHAN
In the car, I loosen my tie and turn to her.
"What did the rich kid want?" I ask.
"Rich kid? Do you have a mirror at home?" she responds sarcastically.
"Don't play dumb."
"You're talking about Mr. Taylor?"
"Mr. Taylor?"
"Michael Taylor."
"Did he also give you an address for a possible visit?"
"Are you jealous?"
"He wants something that's mine."
"What's yours?" She furrows her brow. I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"You're mine," I say, leaning in to kiss her neck.
"No," she pulls away.
"Why not?"
"Are you crazy?" She looks ahead, to where James is driving. My dear, this man knows more of my secrets than my own mother. I press the button to close the window separating the back seat from the cab.
"There, now he can't see us."
"But he can hear us."
"Not if you're quiet."
"No, Ryan." What's her problem? She was completely wet just a few minutes ago?
"Do you want to drive me crazy? You're lucky we're not in a place where I can do whatever I want with you."
"That place doesn't exist," she whispers. I feel my blood heat up. I press the button again to open the window, which will prevent me from advancing on her.
When we arrive at the hotel, I'm so eager to go up that I only realize she's not following me when I'm almost entering the elevator. She's still standing at the reception.
"Collins?" She's looking for something in her bag. "Let's go," I say. I see her take her phone out of her bag before coming towards me.
"I'm starving, I'm going to have lunch now." I'm also hungry, but not for food.
"We'll have lunch upstairs," I say, trying to put as much authority as I can into my voice.
"I'd rather eat at the restaurant, Mr. Ryan."
"No!" I growl, losing patience. She looks around, trying to see if I've attracted anyone's attention, but people are too busy for my luck. Turning back to me, she laughs disdainfully.
"No what?" Don't strangle her, Ryan. What a stubborn woman! I take a deep breath.
"You're coming up with me now. Or you'll regret it later," I whisper. She smiles.
"Okay." She shrugs and walks towards the restaurant. Hell. She was just trying to challenge me. I'll make her think twice before doing that again.
KATE
After taking a long bath, I decided to sleep a bit before getting ready for dinner at Mr. Phillips' house. Amazingly, Nathan hasn't shown up here after the tantrum he threw downstairs. I still can't understand how he thinks he can control everything around him, but provoking him remains very entertaining.
Although a few days have passed, some things have changed. I feel different, or maybe I'm just more lost than ever. I lie down, exhausted. Was I too cruel to him? Maybe I exaggerated, letting him spend the whole day frustrated. I close my eyes, adjusting my head on the pillow.
I feel the sheet slide down my legs, and before I can turn around to look, I feel his weight on my body, his hand on my nape and then entering my hair until he pulls it hard, making me lift my head. I feel him smile on my neck.
"What kind of woman sleeps naked with the door unlocked?" He whispers in my ear.
"I thought there was no danger of a maniac coming in here. I see I was wrong." He presses his body against mine. I feel his erection under the fabric of his pants, rubbing against my butt. He moves his hips, making me moan. Pulling my hair, he kneels on the bed, so I'm forced to sit.
"That's not very kind, Mr. Ryan." I hold his hand, still tangled in my hair, trying to reduce the pressure. He lets go, grabbing my chin.
"You don't deserve kindness. Come on!" Rising, he leads me to the couch in a rough way, holding my arms behind my back. I have to laugh at his excess of violence.
"On all fours here." He taps the couch, indicating the spot.
"You're so bossy."
"Do you find it funny?" He asks seriously. "Do you like to challenge me?"
"And do you think you can dominate me?"
"Do you need help getting on all fours?" He arches an eyebrow. I roll my eyes, but do what he asks. I feel exposed with him behind me.
"Get up more." He says with his hands on my hips, leaning over me. "To answer your question, I'm sure." He whispers. I feel his dick rubbing against my butt. "I'll make one thing very clear. Every time you challenge me, with all your audacity, you'll wish you hadn't. That means, no pleasure for you, only for me. Understood?"
"Why do you think I'll let you do that?"
"You don't have a choice."
"Ryan..." He covers my mouth with one hand, preventing me from continuing and penetrating me roughly, pulling a loud moan from my throat. I look for support on the couch.
"How can you still be so tight?" He asks, with his forehead against my shoulder. His hot breath makes me shiver. He groans, going faster, uncontrollably.
I wouldn't be able to bear the weight of my body for much longer. He was going beyond my limit, filling me completely but trying to go deeper. Taking his hand off my mouth, he grabbed my hair, pulling hard. Moving behind me, he knelt down, and I gasped when I felt his hand slap my butt, hard, making my skin burn. The sequence was killing me. Rough thrusts, violent slaps, and hair-pulling made my neck begin to hurt.
"Please..."
"Shhh." He pulls my hair, going deeper.
"Fuck, Nathan..." That was going to leave me sore, but he continued, unrestrained, ignoring any plea. Sweaty and exhausted, my body trembled. He moaned, with his breathing noisy and uncontrollable.
"Red? Do you remember?" He growls. I close my eyes, unable to take it anymore. I need him to touch me.
"Please," I plead.
He stops and slowly penetrates me, deliciously and painfully. The weight of his body is finishing off what little is left of me, and I feel frustrated and sore. I won't be able to orgasm if he doesn't touch me.
"I could fuck you somewhere else if I wanted to hurt you," he whispers. What? More pain? Is he talking about fucking me from behind?
"No!" I say, panting. He laughs on my shoulder, sinking in again and thrusting extremely fast.
"Oh shit!" He growls. Each thrust seems to go deeper and stronger, my moans turning into screams not just of pleasure but of pain too. When he comes, grunting loudly, my body collapses exhausted and his does too on top of me. I try to move, pushing his body away, but I can't. I see him smile, catching his breath. I settle on the couch after he gets up and heads to the bathroom.
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