22. Kim
22
KIM
Kim
I wake up alone, the silk sheets cool against my skin. Sam's absence is palpable, the lingering scent of his cologne the only evidence he was ever here. Stretching, I slide out of bed, my feet sinking into the plush carpet. My eyes dart to the clock, and I see it's the middle of the night.
The house is quiet as I pad down the hallway, searching for Sam. I find him in his study, hunched over his desk, papers scattered everywhere.
"Hey," I say, my voice breaking the silence. "Why are you up?"
Sam looks up, his gray eyes meeting mine. His expression is blank, guarded. It's like looking at a stranger.
"Sam?" I take a step closer, confusion creeping in. "You okay?"
He doesn't respond, just stares at me with that unreadable look. The air feels thick, heavy with unspoken words.
"Did something happen?" I ask, wrapping my arms around myself. The chill in the room has nothing to do with temperature.
He moves around the desk, closing the distance between us. His proximity should be comforting, but instead, it feels threatening.
Without a word, he hands me a check. I glance down, and my breath catches when I see the amount – two million dollars. My eyes snap back to his, wide with surprise and confusion.
But then I remember his mother's words. Two million dollars. She offered me two million to not press charges against him when he let me go, and I didn't yesterday.
"You are free to leave," he says, his voice as impersonal and distant as ever. It's like he's closing a door, shutting down any possibility of anything real.
I stare at the check in my hand, the weight of it heavy and unreal.
"Sam, I—" I start, but the words die in my throat. He turns his back to me, perhaps to mask whatever flicker of emotion might slip through.
Why would he do this? And why does it fucking hurt? It's like an insult after he held me all night, after he told me he would do anything for me…
And I guess he's showing me that now. By letting me go.
I find myself moving before I can think it through. My hand reaches out and catches his arm, halting his retreat. He turns slowly, his eyes hardening as they meet mine.
"Just take the check and?—"
I cut him off with my lips on his.
It’s impulsive, reckless even, but I pour all my confusion, gratitude, and the weird mix of emotions I've been bottling up into that kiss. For a moment, his lips are unresponsive, and I fear I've made a terrible mistake.
But then, something changes. His rigidity melts away, and he kisses me back, tender yet hesitant, as if he’s afraid to let go completely.
When we finally pull apart, his eyes are searching mine under a new light, filled with questions and unspoken feelings. His hand, which was clenched in a fist, slowly relaxes and brushes against my cheek, the touch sending shivers down my spine.
"Kim..." he begins, his voice now softer, more vulnerable than I've ever heard it.
I shake my head. "It's not about the money, Sam.”
He swallows hard, his gaze flickering between the check still clutched in my hand and my eyes. "I'd give you anything," he whispers, almost as if he's admitting it to himself for the first time.
"I know," I say, my voice steady. "And right now, what I want is you.”
Without a word, I back him up against the door. His eyes widen with surprise. This isn’t how I had planned it, but instinct takes over, overriding any semblance of hesitation. I drop to my knees before him, a move so bold and sudden it makes his breath hitch.
"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice strained with a mix of confusion and something deeper, something raw and unspoken.
I look up at him, locking my gaze with his. "Giving you a proper thank you," I reply, my hands already working to unbutton his pants. I can feel the tension radiating off him, his breaths coming quicker as he processes my words and actions.
His pants and boxers fall to the floor, and his erection springs free, my thumb catches a bead of pre-cum on his tip.
I spread it with a deliberate slowness, the slickness sending a shiver through both of us. His breathing turns ragged, and I can feel his resolve crumbling.
I tease him, my tongue flicking out to taste him, savoring the salty sweetness. He's so hard, straining against the confines of his control. "Mother fucker," he mutters, his hands finding their way to my hair, not guiding, but holding me.
"You're so fucking filthy," he whispers, the words sending a thrill through me. "So damn pretty down on your knees."
I take him deeper, my lips wrapping around him, my tongue dancing along his length. Each groan, each filthy murmur from his lips spurs me on. His hand tightens in my hair, not pulling, but grounding himself as I move, creating a rhythm that has him teetering on the edge.
"Just like that," he moans, his voice almost a growl. "Such a perfect, pouty mouth.”
I hum in response, sending vibrations through his length and eliciting a low, guttural groan from him. He’s no longer in control; every whisper of control he held is slipping away, replaced by raw, unfiltered need.
"You're driving me fucking insane," he manages to say between breaths, his hips now moving more erratically.
His words spur me on. I increase my pace, taking him deeper, faster, savoring the taste and the power I hold over him in this moment. His moans turn into desperate, broken sounds, and I can tell he’s close.
"Fuck," he gasps, his voice tight. "I’m going to?—"
But I don’t let up, pushing him to the edge until he has no choice but to give in. His orgasm hits him hard, his body tensing as he spills into my mouth. I take everything he gives, swallowing and continuing to move gently, milking every last bit of his release.
I finally pull back, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.
Sam seems lost for a moment, his eyes searching mine, still heavy with the remnants of pleasure. "You are so goddamn perfect." He reaches down, his strong hands gripping my arms, and pulls me to my feet. "And so goddamn mine."
Before I can react, he picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom with a sense of urgency that makes my pulse quicken. The door barely closes behind us before his body is pressing into mine with a heat that’s almost overwhelming.
His lips find my neck, trailing hot, urgent kisses along my skin. Each touch is electric, sending waves of desire coursing through me. His teeth graze the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I can't suppress the moan that escapes my lips.
"I'm going to make you scream my name, over and over.” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough and filled with unspoken promises.
His hands work quickly, unbuttoning my blouse and pushing it off my shoulders. He finds the clasp of my bra next, and makes quick work of it as well.
As he explores my now-bare skin, his words become filthier, each one more intoxicating than the last. "I’m going to taste every inch of you," he whispers, his breath coming hard and fast as he removes my panties. "Going to make you fucking hoarse, make you fucking beg for it."
He starts to undress himself, every motion deliberate, and I can't help but be captivated by the sight. I can't resist the urge to approach him, my hands finding their way to his chest the moment he's completely undressed. His skin is warm and firm under my touch, his muscles taut with restrained desire.
Before I can fully appreciate the sensation, he picks me up effortlessly, and the world spins for just a moment before I land on the bed with a gentle bounce. A giggle escapes me, quickly replaced by a gasp as he wastes no time, diving between my thighs with a fervor that leaves me trembling.
His tongue finds me immediately, licking and teasing in ways that make my whole body arch off the bed. "You taste so fucking good," he growls between kisses and licks, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive places.
I can't help the sounds that escape me—whimpers, gasps, pleading moans. My hands tangle in his hair, desperate for some kind of anchor as the sensations threaten to consume me entirely. "Sam, please," I beg, writhing beneath him, each stroke of his tongue driving me closer to the edge.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You want more, baby?" he taunts, lifting his head just enough to let his breath ghost over my soaked skin. "Tell me how much you need it."
"Yes, please," I gasp, my voice trembling. "I need it, Sam. I fucking need you."
His smile is pure wickedness as he dives back in, his tongue now moving with a relentless purpose. He licks, sucks, and teases, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place as my body thrashes with pleasure.
"That's it," he murmurs against me, his voice sending vibrations through my core. "Fuck, that's my girl."
Just as I’m on the brink of shattering, Sam pulls back, leaving me teetering on the edge. My body screams in frustration, the impending climax snatched away. I look up at him, breathless and bewildered. "What the hell was that for?" I demand, my voice tinged with desperation.
His lips curl into a wicked smile. "The first time I make you come, it will be on my dick," he promises, his voice rough with restraint and desire.
He grabs a condom and tears it open but pauses, seemingly battling an internal struggle. "Fuck it," he mutters, tossing it aside. "I want you bare."
And fuck me, but I want that, too.
His hands guide my legs apart as he positions himself at my entrance. The moment he pushes inside, the world narrows down to just the two of us. The sensation is unlike anything I've felt before—intimate, overwhelming, raw.
I let out a loud moan, my body clenching around him as I try to adjust to his size. He's thick, stretching me in ways that feel impossibly good.
"God, you're so fucking tight," he groans, his voice strained with effort and desire. "So wet. You feel incredible."
His words fuel the fire inside me, and I find myself responding without hesitation. "Fuck me, Sam," I beg, my voice a mixture of need and command.
He looks at me, eyes blazing, and something inside him snaps. He grips my hips into me, hard, his thrusts wild and relentless. The intensity sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I can't hold back the cries spilling from my lips.
“Yes, just like that," I gasp between moans. "Don't stop."
My nails dig into his back, the pleasure bordering on pain, but it only heightens the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, the pure, primal rhythm of two people lost in each other. I can feel myself hurtling toward the brink, and this time, there’s no pulling back.
"I'm close, Sam," I cry, needing him to know just how precarious my control is.
"Come for me, baby,” he demands, his voice a guttural growl that sends a thrill through my entire body.
My body tightens, a white-hot wave of ecstasy crashing over me as I come, my cries filling the room. He thrusts through my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until it feels almost unbearable. My body convulses around him, every nerve ending on fire, as I ride the wave of my climax.
Sam's breathing becomes ragged, his control slipping. His thrusts grow erratic, each one more desperate than the last. "Fuck, Kim," he groans. "Fuck."
I tighten my legs around him, pulling him even deeper. "Come inside me, Sam." I whisper, breathless from the intensity of my release.
He thrusts hard, once, twice more, and then he’s gone, lost in his own climax. I feel him pulse inside me, the heat of his release filling me, and it sends another shudder of pleasure through my already spent body.
For a moment, we stay intertwined, both of us catching our breath, the room filled with the sound of our ragged breathing. He finally collapses beside me, pulling me against him, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
And then he pulls me against him, and even though I shouldn't, I realize how fucking right it feels. Like I'm meant to be right here, in his arms.