21. Sabrina
21
SAbrINA
N ick crossed the room, chasing me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Sabrina.”
I closed my eyes as he reached out and grabbed hold of my arm.
I liked to think I was a rather open-minded person, but anytime someone attempted to gaslight me or persuade me that I wasn’t knowledgeable about something I said, I couldn’t help but be annoyed.
He tugged me back toward him at the same time he flicked the lock on the door, trapping me in here with him.
And that was just another stroke of cruelty I didn’t need from him.
He was related to Tiffany. She was my enemy. And that was all I needed to know.
“Don’t, Nick. Please don’t try to trick me into thinking you give a shit about me. That you care.” As I turned toward him, I lowered my chin. I would never admit I was a weak woman, but in this moment, I was too fragile in my heart and mind to look into his dark eyes. I’d soften. He’d win again.
After the hellish evening of Tiffany making fun of me and reminding me that I would always be less-than, I wanted to be alone and far away from here.
Nick watched it all.
He saw how horrible she was to me. And not once did he step up to help me. He stayed in the distance, just a witness. Clearly, he didn’t care, not enough to stand up for me to his wicked stepsister. In this matter, actions spoke louder than any words he’d sling at me in this private room.
“I do.” Using the tips of his fingers, he urged me to lift my head and face him.
Staring into his intense eyes, I tried to stay strong and resist him.
“I do care.”
I shook my head. If he did, he would’ve asked Tiffany to stop. He wouldn’t have bullied me. And he wouldn’t have played games with me for so long.
That was all this was to him. Another game, one more twisted attempt to mess with me.
I couldn’t take it, not when I’d spent all weekend missing him. Wanting him. Hating him but liking him even more. Something had to be wrong in my head for me to admit he was getting to me. But it was the defeatist nature of my secret that I scorned more.
I’d failed.
I’d let him get close. I’d given my bully an opportunity to sneak close and matter.
“This isn’t fair.” I blinked, despising the tears burning at my lids. “It’s not fair of you to do this to me.”
He stepped into my space, hugging me. Being folded into his embrace made me dare to want even more with him.
With his big hands bracing my back, I sank against him, too much of a glutton for punishment to not want his comfort, to not want to revel in his warmth and the illusion of security I oddly felt with him.
“I never asked for you to interrupt my life like this.”
He kissed my temple, gathering me closer into a snug hug.
“I don’t want you around and making me feel like this,” I whispered.
“Like what?” he replied in a gravelly rasp, nuzzling his cheek against mine as he seemed to seek out my lips.
“Off balance.”
He sighed, tightening his arms around me. “Me too.”
“Confused,” I added.
“Yeah. Me too.”
“And helpless to stop wanting you,” I admitted as I turned my face toward his. His warm breath mingled with mine. Our mouths were just an inch apart. Prompted by the sweep of liquid-hot desire lancing through me, I reached up to kiss him.
He grunted against my lips, and just as he dipped lower to deepen the kiss, he fisted the back of my shirt.
“So fucking helpless,” he growled after he came up for air.
I swallowed, searching his face for a reminder of why this had to be a really stupid idea. He didn’t look like the man I loathed anymore. He didn’t resemble my enemy. Somehow, he’d become something of an anchor. A rock. A source of security and protection.
When he kissed me again, I didn’t resist. Used to his impatience and how much he would dominate me, I softened under his touch and let him show me what he wanted. Exploring and tasting. Nipping and licking. Making out with me, he took me back to the pleasure and thrill of going for what I wanted—like we had done in the pool house mere days ago.
It felt like a lifetime had passed since I’d last tasted his lips and felt the greedy grip of his hands on me. But when he reached down to move my hands up, so I could loop my arms around his neck, I was jolted back to reality.
The haze of desire evaporated a little bit when he touched the stinging ache of the cut on my palm.
I hissed, breaking the kiss as I furrowed my brow.
What am I doing?
How can he get to me like this?
I frowned, stepping back, but he didn’t let me evade his clutch.
“I’m helpless for you, Sabrina,” he reminded me. “Helpless to stop how much I crave you.”
This was naughty. So reckless, it had to be insane. I was supposed to be working here. We’d mutually pointed out that he was supposed to be my enemy. But I was far too tempted by him to fight any harder to get away. My conscience would have to just shut up for a moment. Because as he kissed me again, backing me toward a table, all I could focus on was how good it felt. How right it was to share this private, intimate moment with him.
“It’s not fair,” he agreed as he picked me up and set me on the prep table. “It’s not fair that I want you like this. Not when I’m supposed to hate you, just like you hate me.”
Hate? I couldn’t wrap my head around how we could be such a walking contradiction. He kissed me again and again as he moved his hand under my skirt. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it did give him access to where I ached with arousal for him.
My pussy was greedy, already leaking juices for him as he rubbed over my panties.
“It’s not fair at all,” he growled quietly as he tugged the thin fabric aside, tearing it off.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning, but he kissed me harder, forcing me to open my mouth as he fingered me.
Leaning back, breaking the kiss, he gazed into my eyes and drew his hand away. With a wicked gleam in his stare, he maintained eye contact as he licked his finger clean. “Lie down.”
Trembling at the naughty order, I obeyed.
“Good girl,” he teased with a sinister smile, his smoldering gaze making me burn up for him. I reclined on my elbows as he flipped my skirt up and lowered.
“Now watch,” he ordered. “Watch and tell me anything about this is fair.”
I cried out at the first touch of his lips over my pussy. He kissed my mound, but then he immediately slid down to give my entrance an open-mouthed kiss that had me squirming on the metal surface.
“Be a good girl and watch me.” He dove in, licking and sucking around my cunt.
I nodded weakly, so overcome with the need to orgasm that I wasn’t sure I could breathe through the suspense. Every touch of his warm, velvety tongue pushed me that much further. Each nip and suck on my clit urged me to let go. Tension coiled within me, making me feel so tight and ready to combust.
Adding his finger as he alternated between sucking on and teasing my clit, then laving at my wet entrance, he maintained eye contact and watched me pant and tremble for him. “It’s not fair that you taste this fucking good. It’s not fair that you’re this goddamn perfect for me.”
When he lowered to torment my clit once more, I cried out and gushed into his mouth. Wave after wave of ecstasy shook me. My ears roared with the thunderous pulse I couldn’t slow down. In my chest, my heart beat so hard and wildly for him and the blissful pleasure he just gave me.
I trembled and shivered as he continued to tongue me, slower and lazier as if he wouldn’t give up until he’d licked up every last drop.
Oh. My. God.
It was all that could work in my mind.
That mantra played on repeat as I sat up, so dazed and sated from his going down on me like that. I needed a few more moments to come back down to earth. It’d take me a while to recover, but there was no time.
The faint sound of someone on the other side of the door sobered me instantly. Someone was walking out there.
Someone could find us in here!
We weren’t supposed to be together on the basis that we were enemies, but it was more forbidden than that. I was supposed to be on the clock and working while he was a guest.
He stood, narrowing his eyes as he shushed me silently. Seeing his finger over his lips reminded me of how he’d licked it clean, but I was too scared to be caught to get horny for him again.
“I don’t know, Joann,” my mother said on the other side of the door.
Oh, fuck! It just had to be my mom out there.
“She’s got to be around here somewhere,” she said.
I covered my mouth, staring at Nick with wide-open eyes of alarm. They were looking for me. My absence had been noted. I didn’t want to think that someone might have seen Nick coming after me here.
“Let’s check near the catering vans,” Joann said.
Without waiting, I slipped off the table and past Nick, hurrying to escape without another word for him. Not even another thought.
Because the only thing I could string together in my mind right now was how life only seemed beautifully fair when we gave in to the reckless temptation we posed to each other.