Page 46 of Die For Me

Before I could answer, Jack startled us by throwing down his suitcase on the hardwood floor in the living room.

“She’s not going anywhere without me,” he huffed.

I turned and saw the fire in Jack’s eyes. There I was standing with my “perfect” Michael and my “scary” Jack. Oh, how they could so easily change between their personalities.

“Yeah, maybe it’s better we all go together,” I suggested. “I think we still need to establish some trust.”

Michael snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

I sighed heavily as I looked between the two of them. “Michael, if you’re not welcomingbothof us into your apartment, we’re not going. We definitely haven’t started on the right foot,” I said with my head held high.

I needed to at least pretend I had some confidence and faith in this relationship we were all building.

“Come on then, sweetheart. Let’s continue to pack your bag,” Jack said sweetly, holding his hand out for me.

I tensed as I took Jack’s hand and let him lead me to our bedroom. I glanced back to look at Michael, his glare burning holes through Jack’s head. I looked away, realizing deep down in my heart that this was never going to work.

Hana

Michael’s apartment was insanely gorgeous. We all three walked in, and I gasped when I saw his two-story, floor-to-ceiling windows displaying a perfect view of Manhattan, the city lights twinkling under the night sky. Walking in further, I noticed the beautiful kitchen to my right, its white marble countertops sparkling clean, and the built-in appliances looking untouched. An electric fireplace stood in front of the living room couch that was adjacent to the kitchen, and behind that were stairs. The living room and kitchen looked like a model home the way the Greenwich house did.

“Upstairs are three rooms. There’s a lovely patio out there as well. I would love to have a drink with you up there.” Michael eyed me with a smile.

A drink, after he just lectured me? I didn’t care; I smiled with a nod as he took my hand and led me up the stairs. I looked at Jack as he walked toward the windows, admiring the beautiful view.

“Sure, I’ll just make myself comfortable,” he called sarcastically.

I frowned down at Jack while Michael ignored him and guided me carefully up the modern wooden stairs.

At the top of the stairs, there was a hallway that split; one side led to a glass door to the patio and the other side led to all of the rooms. Michael gave me a brief tour of the rooms beforehauling me out to the patio. The weather was starting to get warmer, but the nighttime still held a chill. I stared wide-eyed at the Manhattan skyline, the view not much different than the one from mine and Jack’s place. Michael stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, breathing in my hair.

“What I really want is to bend you over and make you scream for all of our neighbors to hear,” he said quietly into my ear, his voice deep and smooth.

I giggled to myself. He could so easily make me feel like a teenage girl with her first crush. “I would love that, sir,” I breathed out.

Suddenly, Michael’s hands were to my waist, pulling my dress up before he quickly pushed down my underwear and slipped his finger inside of me. I gasped as his strong hand gripped my pussy, and he quickly pulled away.

“You’re dripping wet for me, baby. Let’s see how many times I can make you come,” he said into my ear. Then I felt his thick, long cock thrust inside of me, forcing me to moan loudly.

I was desperate to be filled after only having hands inside of me earlier; I backed my ass toward Michael’s hips, pushing myself onto him. His hand gripped my hair and pulled hard.

“So fucking greedy as usual, Hana,” he scolded me, pounding me harder.

I let out a scream as he furiously pumped in and out of me, his length feeling like it would split me in half. Michael’s hand reached for my clit and began to tease it as he pumped hard and quick. I closed my eyes as my body melted and released its much needed orgasm.

“Oh my fucking God,” I screamed loudly, chasing another orgasm as he continued his speed, his finger slipping around my wetness.

“That’s right. I’m your fucking God,” Michael growled.

I came again as I clenched the glass patio wall, almost afraid it would break with the way Michael continued to pound me.

Michael grunted as he let go of my hair and slammed into me, spilling his cum inside of me. It dripped down my thighs as he started to slow and took my face, turning it toward him.

“You’re mine, Hana,” he said before pressing his lips to mine, an eager kiss that almost felt like a plea.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

Michael smirked. “Come on. Let’s go christen the shower.”

---