Page 56 of Her Nightshade

“Don’t fucking test me, Reese!” I shouted, my voice echoing down the hallway.

Reese’s eyes widened briefly before he composed himself. “What are you gonna do, huh? Hit me? Fire me? Go ahead, Charlie. Burn it all down because you can’t keep it together.”

My grip tightened. “You think you can talk to me like this because we’re friends? Because I let you in? I’m the reason you have this fucking job, Reese. I can take it away just as easily.”

“You’ve lost it, man,” he said, his voice calmer now, more calculating. “You’re unraveling. You’re fucking unhinged and everyone sees it. You’re not even fighting for your music anymore. You’re just fighting for her, and it’s pathetic.”

I shoved him harder against the wall, my mind racing. “You don’t know shit. Don’tevertalk about her again. You got that?”

Reese’s expression was cold now. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you’re gonna wake up one day and realize you’ve got nothing left except that obsession of yours. And by then, it’ll be too late.”

I released him, stepping back as he straightened his shirt and glared at me. He didn’t say another word; he just shook his head and turned away, disappearing back into the meeting room.

My chest heaved as I ran a trembling hand through my hair. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I fumbled to pull it out, seeing Ana’s message.

We’re here.

I stormed towards the exit, the anger still boiling inside me. I was clinging onto the only thing keeping me from snapping entirely.Her.

* * *

I sat in the car, staring out the window, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. The tension in my chest wouldn’t ease, but I stayed quiet, afraid I’d burst if I let anything out.

By the time we walked into the apartment, the pressure had built to a breaking point. I walked in first, then turned around to face Ana, ready to unload everything—the meeting, Reese, my spiraling thoughts—but the words suddenly erased from my mind.

She stood by the door, her movements slow as her fingers were already undoing the buttons of her blouse.

“Stop thinking,” she said softly. Her blouse slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, exposing her full tits in a lacy push-up bra. “Turn off your brain, take off your clothes, and do as I say.”

The weight in my chest shifted, the frustration melting into pure desire. My heart raced as I stared at her, my thoughts colliding in a chaotic swirl. She knew exactly how to pull me out of the darkness and center my focus entirely on her.

Without a word, I reached for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and thumbed them along with my boxer briefs, pulling them down in a rush, my hard cock bobbing out.

She eyed me up and down with a satisfied smile. “On your knees.”

I knelt in front of her as she started walking towards me, her presence commanding the room without a word. Her hand cupped my cheek as she gave me a small smile.

“You’re everything to me, Charlie Ashford. Do you know that?” she asked, her voice softer than I expected, momentarily pausing our play to check on me.

“Yes,mi diosa. You’re everything to me,” I breathed, staring up at her, lost in the confidence of her hazel eyes.

Her smile widened and her hand slid away from my face as she moved past me. The clink of her heeled boots echoed in the silence until her sultry voice filled the air. “Stay.”

I remained on my knees, straining to hear what she was doing behind me down the hall. The anticipation was unbearable, every second stretching longer than the last. My heartbeat hammered in my chest as I sat back on my heels, my hands twitching with the urge to touch myself, though I wouldn’t dare without her permission. My eyes landed on a framed picture on the shelf. It was a selfie I had taken of us on the terrace just a couple of weeks ago. She looked radiant in the photo, the very embodiment of everything beautiful and good.

With that thought, the dark spiral began.I don’t deserve her. When is she going to see that?

The sound of her boots returning pulled me back to the present and desire pulsed through me as I caught sight of her from the corner of my eye. My goddess stood there in a black harness, a strap-on dildo hanging in place. She held my collar and leash in her hands, her confidence radiating.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured, my cock throbbing, my body aching for her.

I looked up into Ana’s eyes, catching the faint smile on her lips before my gaze trailed downward, lingering on her perfect tits spilling out of her bra. This was it—this moment I had fantasized about for years but never thought I’d be brave enough to ask for.

“Are you ready, baby? Are you ready fortu diosato fuck you like you deserve?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

“Yes,mi diosa. Please,” I begged, my voice almost shaking.

“Tell me what you want,” she demanded.

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