With each passing hour, it was harder to deny the feelings I had for her. She was youthful and full of spunk, but with a strange sense of wisdom about her. She was curious, with her wild eyes and hair. I could just imagine what kind of woman she would be if she was free to do and be whatever she wanted. I could be that man to run wild by her side without trying to hold her back. But fate kept me as her biggest captor of all.
It would all be so much easier if I could have just told her how I really felt. She wouldn’t have to hate herself then. I wouldn’t have to hate myself for treating her this way. She could make her own decisions about what we would do, but leaving it up to her also meant the risk of her deciding she still didn’t want to be with me. The possibility was too much to bear. I wasn’t ready to give her up yet, even if it meant I had to keep doing these terrible things.
I could hear my guys returning to the house and settling in for their nightly drinking bash. They thought I had the video we needed in my possession, but all I had was a sex tape. I didn’t know what I would tell them. I was just glad I got the impulsive idea to make it. It would keep her here with me for now.
I looked up to see Jada was still collapsed on the floor, crying to herself. She didn’t seem to care that I was around anymore. I didn’t want her to feel so alone, but I had done this to myself. By trying to hold onto her so tightly, I had turned her against me. I was no better than Paul.
“Do you hate me?” I blurted, already knowing the answer.
She lifted her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “No,” she replied. “That’s the problem. I don’t hate you. Not even now. I don’t know why. I should.”
I stood up from the chair and walked over to her, pulling her up from the ground. Her tearful eyes looked deep into mine as if she was begging me for some kind of answer or solution. But I was just as lost as she was. I gently pressed my lips to hers, more gently than ever before. I knew our time was running out. I wanted to relish in the softness of her lips...her taste, the feeling of her velvet tongue rolling across mine.
There was only one solution left to save her and save myself too. I pulled back and stroked my thumb along her cheek.
“I will have to make you hate me then,” I decided out loud.
“That would be easier for both of us,” she answered, her voice cracking with emotion.
I crashed my mouth back into hers and bit her lip. All tenderness was gone. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, but I could use it as a weapon until she hated me for good. That was what she wanted me to do. I pulled her hair and shoved her against a wall. Her eyes were on fire as she watched me rip her shirt off of her, followed by her pants and underwear. Once she was completely naked in front of me, I sank my teeth into her. First, her neck and then her breasts, working my way down to the curve of her inner thigh.
My hands kneaded into her skin while she clawed at my hair and my back, making it too easy for me. She loved it all too much, and I didn’t know how to make it stop feeling good. I would have to be harsher to save us.
I pinned her to the wall and stepped back, putting much-needed space between us. I looked her up and down and feigned disgust.
“Do you know why I laid you down by the creek that day? And why I made this video?” I asked, pacing in front of her naked body. She shook her head. “Because I could tell just by looking at you that you were lying to everyone...Trying to pretend to be such a sweet, innocent, nice young woman when I could see you for the filthy whore you really are. I wanted everyone to know. I proved it to myself by taking you by the stream, and now I can finally prove it to everyone.”
“You don’t mean that,” she said coldly.
“Don’t I? Then why else? How do you explain all of it in your delusional little naive brain?” I waited, but she wouldn’t answer. She didn’t react at all. “Look at you,” I waved up and down her body. “You’re just waiting for me to fuck you again. After everything. That’s how much of a whore you are. That you’d still let me have you after I drug you back here after I showed you the video.”
The less she seemed bothered by my words, the more I rattled off. It was driving me mad that I couldn’t get to her. I couldn’t make her truly believe I was a monster I was. She had accused me of it more than once, but something in her could see straight through me. Was that why I was so fixated on her? She had no idea who I was when I found her by the creek. She looked at me in a way no one had in a long time. Maybe that’s what set her hooks in me. She was the only person alive who saw some decency in me, whether it was real or not. And now I seemed hell-bent on either holding onto that forever or destroying it completely.
“Aren’t you hearing anything I’m saying to you!?” I shouted.
“If you think I’m so disgusting...then why am I here? You have your video. Take it and show it to everyone. Tell them all you think of me and throw me out to deal with it all.” She stepped forward, staring me down with defiance. “You tell me why I’m here because everything you’ve said so far is bull shit. You think I’m an idiot!? You could have asked the Garcias for ransom when you first brought me here, but you haven’t. You’re stalling.”
I shook my head in denial. “I just wanted to have a little fun with you before I gave you back to Paul is all. A man has more needs than just money, you know.”
She kept moving closer, not letting a single word I said detour her.
Chapter 14
Jada
Nicholas was trying hard to hold onto his resolve, but I could see it slipping through his fingers. It was true that everything would be easier if I hated him, but if such a thing was possible, it would have happened by now. I started to think maybe the easier solution was if we both just let go. What if we both just stopped fighting it?
“You could’ve found any random woman to meet your needs, Nic,” I told him as I walked closer, watching him back up. He was running from my naked body and my words. “I’m here for a reason, and it’s not just about sex or money.”
He balled up his fists, and I could see every muscle in his body clenching up until finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He lunged forward again and crashed his mouth into mine. We drank each other in with a passionate fury. I felt my feet lift the ground as he wrapped my legs around his waist and stepped backward towards the table. He slammed me down on it, not letting his lips break from mine.
He forcefully ran his hands over me, greedily taking in the sight and feel of my skin stretched around my curves. I delighted in the way he looked at me. I could see how deeply he hated that he couldn’t resist me no matter how hard he tried. It was the first time I had seen it in him so clearly, and it was a relief to know I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
He groped me with disdain over the power of our undeniable urges. I knew there was more that he wasn’t telling me, and he was on the brink of losing all control. Maybe it was the perfect moment to pry it all out of him.
“I never stopped thinking about you after our first time together,” I confessed. “I meant every word I said before. I used to lay awake in bed at night and touch myself, thinking of you. I barely cared when my sister told me who you were. I still wanted you and have ever since. Maybe you stumbled by the creek that day for a reason, and not any reason you think you know. Why don’t you just admit you got more than you bargained for? Just like I did.”
He pulled his hands away. It took every ounce of his strength not to keep touching me, and I knew it. I could see it written all over his face. “You’re delusional,” he insisted. “You’re like a lovesick teen...too young and stupid to see that I don’t care about you.”
I sat up and looked him square in the eyes. “You sure don’t touch me like I’m some naive teenager. You touch me like a woman...because I am. One that you can’t resist. You know you have feelings for me.”
He shook his head. “You’re sick. You’re only hearing and seeing what you want to.”
“So, what if I am sick?” I shot back. “My willingness to see the t
ruth, no matter how absurd it is, seems to be the only thing saving us here.”
His eyes lit up as his chest rose and fall with the heaviness of his breaths. “And just what is the truth?”
“That you love me.”
He turned away, scoffing at the suggestion, but I pulled his face back to mine. “Admit it. If I was just some pawn in one of your games or a part of some sick vendetta...you would be doing everything differently.”
He shoved me back down to the table and distracted himself with my body. He replaced his hands with his mouth and kissed his way across my skin, nibbling every few inches. I gasped and panted as he rolled my nipples in his mouth until they were hard. I combed my fingers through his hair so he wouldn’t stop, but I wasn’t done with him yet.
“What if I said I loved you too?” I asked breathlessly, frightening myself with the question. “I’ve already told you I thought about you ever since we met. I longed to feel you move over me like this again. What if all of that was a part of some deeper feelings for you. Would you admit to how you felt about me then?”
“Stop talking,” he growled.
“Why? Too afraid you’ll start spewing answers? That you’ll admit to how you really feel?”
He pressed his hand against my chest and then my neck. “I mean it. Stop. Talking.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You act like you’re the one in control, but you’re weak. You’re just as much of a slave to me as I am to you.”
A smile curled across his lips. “Then I’ll just have to make you stop talking.”
“Go ahead and try,” I replied. “But this won’t end until you confess how you really…”
My words were cut off with the sensation of his tongue stroking along my clit. I tried to finish my sentence, but he sucked me in deeper, stealing all the breath from my lungs. All I could do was lay back and surrender to the swelling pleasure that was sweeping over me. I whimpered and lost myself in it, feeling it shoot straight through all of my limbs.
“That shut you up, didn’t it?” he smiled from between my legs.
I tried to speak again, but he sucked harder, sending me buckling back against the table. He moved his mouth so expertly, knowing exactly how to draw the orgasm out. As the intensity was building, I clutched my hand into the back of his head and shot my torso up to lean into the pleasure. It crashed over me and faded again, leaving me vulnerable to how well he had just played his hand. I sank back onto the table, feeling foolish for even trying to have the upper hand.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” he teased.
The softness in his voice slayed me. Every time he pushed me too far, he always knew how to show me subtle tenderness to draw me back in. All it took was a little smile or joke, and I was putty in his hands all over again. It was a constant fight for control, and he was always winning.
“It’s hard not to be a sore loser,” I retorted, still breathless. “You don’t play fair.”
He nibbled around my folds, dancing around all of my most sensitive places. “I’ll make it up to you.”
He rolled his tongue across me again, making my legs shake in the grip of his arms. Using just the tip of it, he stroked me close to another climax, but I wanted more. I grabbed the back of his head again and pushed myself deeper into his mouth. I could tell he loved it when I took what I wanted from him, no matter how much he loved being in control. It was a power trip for him to know how well he could please me. And he did it so well, I was in no position to argue.
Another wave of pleasure crashed over me, making me fall limp across the table.
“Oh, you’re not tired yet, are you?” He rolled the tip of his hard, throbbing cock along my folds, inching it into my open wetness. “I hope you know...I do plan on fucking you until you can’t walk anymore.”
“And you? Will you still be able to walk?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
He thrust forward, filling me completely. I tensed up from the sensation and hissed as I clawed into his legs, calling out his name.
“Is this how you want it?” I asked, trying to pull myself up, but he quickly slammed me back down.
“I thought I told you to stop talking a long time ago,” he quipped, slowly sliding in and out of me again.
“I told you it wouldn’t work. At least not for long.”
He pounded forward harder with spite. “Every word you speak from now on...gets you punished.”
“Oh? Does it?”
He rammed into me again, maybe not realizing just how much I loved it. “That was three words, by my count.”
I noticed him laughing under his breath for a brief second before yanking me up to meet him face to face. He kept moving inside of me as he ran his tongue up my neck, finding his way back to my mouth. He quickened his pace as he rolled his tongue around in my mouth, pulling back to suck my bottom lip between his teeth.
I tilted my head, kissing him even deeper, inspiring him to go faster and harder still. He leaned back to watch my breasts bounce as he fucked me, thrusting harder each time. I could feel him growing and pulsing inside of me as I tightened and stretched around him.
My legs felt cold suddenly as they left the surface of the table. He lifted me back up into the air and swung me around. He pinned me to the wall, trying to angle into me in just the right way. When that wasn’t good enough, he sat me down on the sink and started up again. He seemed to be in a mad frenzy to do it on every possible surface in the room, with everything falling and crashing to the floor all around us. I would laugh each time something else broke, but quickly lose myself once he settled into me again.
I could have sworn I heard something outside, but it felt too good to really care. I lost all inhibitions and cried out even louder. If there was anything to hear, it was quickly drowned out by my screaming moans.
Then there was no mistaking it. A clear, loud knocking at the door followed by the muffled sounds of his men shouting something. We froze, and the knocking grew even louder. I thought for sure they would go away after the second time and no answer, but they knocked again and again...not seeming too happy about being ignored.
Nicholas looked at me, and we couldn’t help but laugh. Now we were both like lovesick teens...with a secret. He started moving inside of me again, ignoring the relentless knocks at the door. We were trying to keep quiet that time around, and it made everything feel soft and tender again, in the way that never failed to melt away all of my resolve.
He brushed his lips against mine, slowly sliding in and out of me. I kept my arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck, not wanting to lose the perfect spot he was gliding against. The constant push and pull and coldness and warmth that I felt from moving around the room, and again when we were interrupted by the knocks outside, only intensified the building sensation.
“Nic,” I moaned softly against his skin. “Oh God...Nic…”
“What is it baby?” he answered just as quietly as I had said it.
His voice at any time was deep and sexy, enough to send me over the edge. But when he spoke quietly, fighting through physical pleasure, it destroyed me completely.
“I’m really close,” I answered, my voice trailing off into sharp and desperate gasps.
He kept his rhythm steady and constant, pushing me where I needed to go. I started shouting out words, though I didn’t know exactly what they were. And I didn’t know if the men were still outside. It didn’t matter anymore. All I could bring myself to care about was what he was doing to me.
I threw my head back and felt like I was blasted into oblivion. Nicholas was right there with me, pressing his sweaty forehead to my shoulder as he pumped himself out inside of me.
Chapter 15
Nicholas
I had gotten very good at sidestepping my men to get out the door in the mornings and make it out to see Jada without all of their relentless questions. It usually involved having one of the maids set out a tray of freshly cooked bacon or a plate of sweet p
astries. They’d be so swept up in stuffing their faces to nurse their hangovers that they wouldn’t see me slip out the door and right on over to the shed.
It was always a thrilling walk, however short it might have been because I knew she was waiting for me on the other side of the door. I walked in to find her sitting at the table with a bowl of fresh fruit, reading the paper. Another thing I had pulled over on the guys was my clever arrangement to have the maids service her quarters more adequately. And since no one was allowed in to see her except me, they were none the wiser.
The added accommodations seemed to be treating her well, from what I could see. I walked in and looked her up and down. “I think you’re gaining a bit of weight, young lady.”
We were pros at vicious banter, and I expected her to let the comment roll right off her shoulders as always. But she nearly choked on the orange slice between her lips and shot forward in her chair, anxiously adjusting her shirt.
“I am not!” she defended vehemently.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” I shrugged. “Just an observation.”
“Well, I’m not. You observed wrong.”
“Okay, fine, I observed wrong,” I said, leaning down over the table. I pressed my lips to her, sucking in the juices of the orange mixed with her sweet tongue and lips. “I’m not here to observe anything anyway. I came with something else in mind.”
“You always do,” she moaned into my mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as I lifted her up onto the table. We usually started the day by having sex, and sometimes I would visit her one or two more times throughout the afternoon and evening for more. We were insatiable.
As we put our clothes back on, I couldn’t help but wonder how she passed the time in between my visits. I would have been just as happy to stay out there with her all day. I would have moved in if I could. But my men were already giving me enough shit as it was without me giving them any more excuses.
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