Page 67 of Nemesync
A chuckle escaped his lips as he answered, “Then don’t. I’m gonna fuck this delicate cunt so hard you won’t be able to stand at all.”
God, this was wrong. Everything was wrong.
I couldn’t succumb, even if I was dying too.
His breath tickled my ear, hot and perfectly placed. “Didn’t know I had to kill a man for me to have the chance to kiss you again, I would’ve done it a lot more if I knew.”
His fingers were pressed against my core while he spoke and like a stupid horny girl, I just let it slide and moaned against his neck. “Fuck…”
He began massaging my clit through the fabric and I just lost my balance. He knew what he was doing to me, and it amused him to see me in that state because of him. “I knew I’ll love hearing you shut up and just come on my hand, but hearing it in my office is fucking spectacular.”
I looked up at him, dizzy from the sensation and the work his hand was doing under my dress, “You’re an asshole, Elijah.”
“Keep talking dirty to me,” he whispered against my neck, so proud of himself. And I hated it so much.
“I hate you so much—” I tried to say, but when he quickened the pace, my words were swallowed by a carnal and erotic ecstasy. “Oh, god!”
He nodded, kissing my neck, his fingers working me perfectly right, “That’s right, hate me while I make you feel this good.”
He kissed that sensitive spot behind my ear, slowly sucking the skin, even biting down my flesh. I knew this bastard was leaving another ownership mark on me, but I couldn’t think straight when I could feel his tongue licking the sensitive spot on my neck.
“Fuck, Elijah!” I breathed, way too lost in the lust that drove us insane.
His mouth found mine again, his eyes locking onto mine, that green forest ignited with fervency. When he finally pulled away from devouring my lips, he urged, “Admit it, you love it when I make you forget why you hate me.”
Three fucking fingers,three, and he never stopped thrusting in me, the rhythm was so perfect that I could feel myself loosing every ounce of self-respect I had before this.
His fingers curled inside me and that was enough for me to let it all go. “Come for me,Milaya. Now,” he ordered before kissing me angrily and a few seconds later I felt the pleasure coursing through me.
My body trembled as he caught me when he felt that I was about to fall. I just came on his hand AGAIN, in his office, after he killed a man in front of me. I knew I had problems but it’s more alarming than I thought.
He pushed his fingers in between my lips, without even asking. “Taste yourself, Zanae. Taste how addictive you are.”
And I just did it, I fucking obeyed, and sucked his fingers.
“Now, never fucking test my limits again, because I don’t have any when it comes to you.”
I finally realized what just happened and without wasting any time I stormed out of Elijah’s office, a storm of emotions slapped me immediately after this.
The door slammed behind me, leaving him alone. I rushed outside and took a taxi; I didn’t even have my car. Why would I do that and not think about the aftermath?
The wintry night air was not enough to calm down the heat that still lingered beneath my skin.
I couldn’t take away the memories of Elijah’s touch, the intensity of his kiss, his hands, his fingers and what theywere doing to me, everything, and I couldn’t deny the fucking inexplicable pull he had on me.
My body betrayed my resolve, and responded to him with a hunger I didn’t even think I had in me.
He fucking hates you Zanae, why would you let him have you if he fucking hates you?
Am I insane? Is that why I like feeling pain?
He hated me. And I gave him my body.
He fucking hated me.
Why do I need him to do it again?
Maybe I was dirty, so sullied that nothing mattered anymore.
