Chapter 19 #2
His other hand glides down to caress the exposed flesh of my thigh, and instinctively, my leg wraps around him, as if on autopilot.
He grips underneath, trailing his fingers up the curves, holding me firmly, and I can’t help but gasp at the sudden rush of sensation when he squeezes.
A low growl of appreciation rumbles from deep within him as his gaze locks onto my lips.
“It would be quite bad etiquette for me to fuck you on the first date, Malyshka,” he murmurs, and damn him, I can feel my carefully laid plans slipping away.
But at this moment, with just the two of us, I find I don’t care.
“I've never seen you as a gentleman, Noc,” I reply, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. As much as it feels so, so wrong, I need to earn his trust. Need him to fall into my spiderweb of a trap, unleash the black widow at the precise moment.
I rush forward, our lips colliding in a fierce battle of wills.
He leans down, gripping my other thigh, I wrap both legs around him, our mouths never breaking contact.
He holds me close as he drops me on his desk, and in a moment of recklessness, I sweep all his belongings to the floor.
He seems just as lost in the heat of the moment as I am, his hands snaking up to my waist. “This dress on you is going to be my undoing,” he breathes.
“I quite believe you've done it on purpose, you always were a devilish little thing.” And though that was my intention all along, I didn’t expect I’d get swept away like this as well.
My bitterness can't seem to penetrate its way into my veins, his shadows have well and truly got me in a vice.
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge. My voice is unrecognizable, low and husky, as if I’ve stepped into a role I never knew I could play.
He gives me a smile that would knock me off balance if I were on my feet - one I’ve prayed to see again someday, then wished I'd never fallen victim to at all. It’s bittersweet, knowing I may never experience it again, but I push those thoughts aside, selfishly indulging my need for him one last time before I deliver my revenge.
“What I’m going to do to you, Malyshka, is fuck you like I hate you.
” A startled squeal escapes me as he grips my hips with such force that my dress falls to the sides, leaving me completely exposed to him.
“But before I have you screaming out to a God who won’t hear you, I need you to know that my feelings for you are quite the opposite.
I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and these four years without you have been the hardest sacrifice I’ve ever endured, Brodie.
” I stare up at him, wide-eyed, my battered heart feeling as if it's finally given out, time itself ceasing to exist. He has no idea how long I’ve longed to hear those words, believing I was the only one of us who loved.
It’s all too much, it unravels every thread within me at an eye watering pace.
Before I can let the tears form in my eyes, he’s on me.
We become a tangle of limbs as I tug his jacket off, throwing it to the floor.
My hands scramble at his belt, fumbling to undo it before shoving his suit pants down his legs.
His hands find the zipper on the back of my dress, pulling it down until it pools at my waist, exposing my breasts to him.
Before I can even let the next unwanted thought cross my mind, my eyes roll back as a moan escapes me when he pushes inside me, struggling to accommodate his size after all this time.
I’m not given a moment to adjust, to savor the bliss; he begins to thrust hard, his hands gripping my throat while my leg is lifted over his forearm, his fingers digging into the top of my thigh as if he’s holding onto a lifeline.
My hand slaps against the desk for support while the other clings to his shoulder, as if needing that connection to reassure me this is real and I haven’t slipped back into one of my torturous dreams, fabricating scenarios in my sleep.
He hits that sweet spot deep inside me, his thrusts growing more intense, and I find myself gasping for breath, the desk beneath us creaking with the force of his hips.
I shift to get a better grip, but my hand slips on a stray piece of paper, and suddenly I’m falling onto my back.
But Noc never loses his rhythm, oh my God, he’s even deeper now.
The sensation coils tightly in my lower stomach as he keeps his promise, drawing screams from me to a God who’s never heard my pleas.
Yet, at this moment, I think I could challenge that notion because here we are, together - everything I’ve ever asked them for.
“Oh my God, Lev.” I moan, my hands gripping my breasts, teasing the peaks and heightening the sheer ecstasy coursing through me.
“Fuck, Brodie,” he groans, tightening his grip on my waist as he slides out of me just enough to bring my ass to the edge of the desk, lifting my leg to throw it over his shoulder.
He trails kisses up my calf to my ankle, teasing along the exposed arch of my foot in my heels, slowing his pace to a toe-curling rhythm.
“I think my new favorite thing is fucking you with these heels on, especially with this anklet,” he murmurs, nipping at the soft skin of my foot, making me cry out.
Shit, I hope he doesn't press the alarm on it, I couldn't be found in a more compromising position.
He clutches my thigh, pulling me tight against him, while his other hand grips my waist again - fucking me like a madman.
My orgasm hits me like a jolt of electricity, frying any remaining function in my brain.
We're both lost in the clutches of lust, both of us with a hidden agenda but right now, giving into the temptations as the room fills with his heavy breathing and my moans of absolute pleasure.
Like he can't get enough, he grabs my hands and pulls me up, my legs like jelly, still trying to deal with the earth-shattering orgasm I've had, the first in so long, and one only he can give me.
He spins me, hand on my back as he pushes me over the desk, throwing the scraps of my dress skirt over the side.
My arms are fighting their own battle of strength to get me up, but he thrusts back into me with force and all I can do is cry his name.
He kicks my feet apart, making me sink further into the desk as he continues a grueling rhythm.
I'm panting like a pathetic fool as I manage to get my limbs working, snaking my hand to in-between my thighs, thrumming the sensitive bundle of nerves, because one orgasm wasn't enough.
And I'm so far gone at this point, I’ve lost sight of what I came here for, I'm lost to the complete trance of him and what he does to my mind and body.
His hand wraps around my hair and I'm yanked flush to his body as he stops his pace, a whimper leaving my lips as the loss of friction, making me wriggle in impatience.
He throws my hair over my shoulder as his mouth traces kisses up my neck to my ear, his voice is laced with hunger “If you're going to touch yourself Brodie, I want your eyes on me when you cum.”
Following his command, my eyes snap open as my reflection catches in the window behind his desk.
Outside, the storm rages in muted fury, shrouding the world in darkness.
The dim glow of the floor lamp is the room’s only light, casting soft illumination that sharpens our mirrored forms, it’s almost like looking into a mirrored surface.
His unrelenting gaze pierces through our breathing as he watches me.
His hand reaches up, forming my favorite kind of necklace in a silent warning to continue, and I’m never one to back down.
I regain my momentum in slow, tormenting circles, wetness coating my fingers as I shiver beneath his grip, eyes never leaving him as his breathing catches, like he's fighting to get the air into his lungs.
My fingers increase their pace, along with my own breathing, I throw my head against his chest, but never break eye contact - my own challenge back to him.
He too decides he's not losing this one, he pushes back into me so slowly, but oh so deeply. His free hand gripping my hip to meet his pace as he tugs me to meet every stride. He places wet, careless kisses along my neck and shoulder. “Beautiful,” he whispers right against that sensitive spot that ripples goosebumps along my exposed skin. My core coils again, ready to snap at any given moment as I’m moaning out his name, fighting to keep my eyes locked with his as they threaten to roll to the back of my head.
Deciding he's had enough of this match, he thrusts so hard into me I almost choke on the breath I was taking, and he's back to his first tempo. My orgasm uses it to spark its way to the finish line, surging through my entire being as I finally let my eyes roll, darkness blurring my vision as I literally see stars. Noc isn’t far behind; his movements become staggered before he finally grinds to a stop, groaning out a breath, both of us completely spent.
I keep my eyes closed as he pulls out of me, severing the connection and allowing the cold to creep towards me.
Because I know reality is going to come crashing through the fairytale I just got to live in when my I do open them, a brief flitting movement of happiness I never thought I'd have again, but our truth is far from that, too much had been happened between us for this moment to ever happen again.
I force myself to meet his gaze, he's searching for the regret I feel, or maybe it’s his.
This wasn't what we agreed, what I planned.
I wish I hadn't given into his instant pull, the rest of the night wouldn't be so hard, because I'd think about this moment for the rest of my life if I could.