Chapter Forty-Two #3
“Good girl,” he murmured, and then his fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He didn’t give me time to prepare. Didn’t give me time to adjust. He just thrust into me in one brutal stroke, filling me so completely I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
“Too much?” he asked, his voice strained as he held himself still inside me.
“No,” I gasped, my legs tightening around his waist. “Move. Please, Nano, just move.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
The first thrust was hard and deep, slamming me back against the door with enough force to rattle the frame. The second was just as brutal, and the third, and the fourth, until he was fucking me with a desperation that bordered on violence.
And I loved it.
I loved the way he filled me, the way he stretched me, the way his cock hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I loved the way his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, the way his mouth found mine in a kiss that was more teeth than lips, the way he groaned my name like a prayer.
“Alex,” he panted against my mouth, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Fuck, Alex, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my head falling back against the door as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promised, his hips snapping forward with renewed intensity. “I’m never stopping. I’m never letting you go again.”
Liar. He’s a liar. He’ll hurt you again.
But I didn’t care. In this moment, with his cock buried deep inside me and his hands holding me like I was the only thing keeping him alive, I didn’t care about the past or the future or the inevitable pain that would come.
I only cared about now.
“I’m close,” I gasped, my entire body trembling as the orgasm built inside me. “Nano, I’m...”
“Come for me,” he ordered, his hand sliding between us to find my clit. “Come on my cock, Alex. Show me you’re mine.”
The combination of his words and his touch was too much. My orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave, ripping a scream from my throat as my body convulsed around him.
“Nano!”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.”
He came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his release.
His forehead dropped to my shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as we both struggled to come down from the high.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. We just stood there, pressed against the door, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in sync.
And then reality came crashing back.
What the fuck did I just do?
I let him fuck me. I let him make me come. I let him back in, despite everything he had done, despite the way he destroyed me.
You’re so fucking weak.
“Alex—” Nano started, but I cut him off.
“Don’t,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Don’t say anything.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine. “We need to talk.”
“No,” I said firmly, even as my body protested the loss of his warmth. “We don’t. This was... this was a mistake.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he said, his hands tightening on my hips. “This was...”
“A mistake,” I repeated, pushing against his chest until he reluctantly set me down. My legs were shaky, barely able to support my weight, but I forced myself to stand. “This doesn’t change anything, Nano. You still broke me. You still walked away.”
“And I’m here now,” he said, his voice desperate. “I’m here, and I’m not walking away again.”
“You don’t get to decide that,” I snapped, bending down to grab my shorts and panties from the floor. “You don’t get to show up here and fuck me and think that makes everything okay.”
“I don’t think it makes everything okay,” he said quietly. “But it’s a start.”
I pulled my shorts back on, refusing to look at him. “It’s not a start. It’s just sex. That’s all it was.”
“Liar.”
The word made me freeze, my hands stilling on the button of my shorts. “Excuse me?”
“You’re lying,” he said, stepping closer. “To me and to yourself. That wasn’t just sex, Alex. That was—”
“Nothing,” I interrupted, finally turning to face him. “It was nothing. And you need to leave.”
“Alex—”
“Leave,” I repeated, my voice breaking despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “Please, Nano. Just go.”
He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he nodded.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “I’ll go. But this isn’t over, Alex. We’re not over.”
“Yes, we are,” I whispered, even as my heart screamed the opposite.
He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
“I love you,” he said simply. “And I’m going to keep loving you, whether you believe me or not.
” And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone in Maverick’s office with the scent of sex and the weight of everything I had just done.
I sank to the floor, my back against the door, and let the tears come.
Because he was right.
It wasn’t over.
It would never be over.
And that terrified me more than anything.