Chapter Thirty-One
Nathan
I can’t remember the last time anticipation buzzed in my veins.
The constant need to check the time.
The restlessness that the clock was ticking too slow.
All because of a woman with the beauty of an angel who descended straight from heaven. Yet she haunts my dreams until I’m certain I’m in hell.
My hand twitches to reach for the glass of bourbon I poured myself when I reached my apartment. However, I can’t bring myself to take a sip. If I take one, I’ll crave another. The last thing I want is alcohol impeding or clouding the moment when I have my angel again.
And if I peer deeper, there’s another reason.
One I don’t want to admit out loud.
When I’m with her, the fucked-up parts of me disappear.
It’s dangerous the power she’s slowly having over me. To stop it from escalating and reminding myself of the nature of our secret relationship, I invited her to my apartment instead of my house. The tighter the boundaries, the lesser chance of lines blurring.
Again, a hotel would’ve been more impersonal.
And too harsh.
She’s too imperceptive not to surmise to both. It’ll cut her deep, even if she’ll put on a brave face. She’s trusting me with her body, rendering control over to me, and I don’t want to cheapen it because of my issues.
As long as Arya is mine, even in the shadows, I’ll give her all the pleasure for submitting to me and fulfill all her deepest fantasies.
Clinging to the denial that I don't care about her, I told myself it’s risky to meet at a hotel because anyone could recognize us and spill about our rendezvous to the reporters.
Nobody knows I own a place in the city, so chances of us being seen together are less likely. The developer of the building, the Merchants, keep the identities of the residents under wraps and offer utmost privacy.
I’m jolted out of my musings when the doorbell rings.
It’s nine p.m. sharp when I glance at my Rolex.
Is punctuality her trait or is she eager to see me?
Either way, my dick hardens.
Pushing away from the railing, I saunter out of the living room to the front door. I wait a few seconds before pulling it open, as if that’ll save me from the effects she has on me.
It doesn’t.
Her beauty smacks me square in the chest. Without a layer of makeup, her natural blush darkens her high cheekbones. Her pouty lips are swollen and red, as if she bit them the whole way during the ride here.
Her equally lethal body is concealed beneath the trench coat.
Exactly as I ordered in the text.
A deep brown shade with a silhouette that accentuates her slim curves. The knowledge she’s naked underneath makes my blood heat. So do the curled strands framing her heart-shaped face.
She shifts on her feet when I say nothing.
I drag my gaze from the top of her head to the tip of her red-painted toes like a junkie looking at his next fix. That’s who she’s turned me into in a short time. As though I wasn’t fighting enough fatal addictions.
“Hi,” she rasps when I meet her soft brown eyes.
“Lose the coat.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, looking left and right in the empty hallway. Nervously waiting for someone to jump out through the door across from mine. Glancing back at me, she asks primly, “Can I come in first?”
“After you undress.”
I let her believe there’s a neighbor, hiding the fact I own the entire floor, as well as the one above and below. I plan to take full advantage of it by making her scream my name as loud as she can.
She doesn’t move.
Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I drawl, “You’re wasting time I could be spending touching you, Ari.”
Need and yearning reflect in her pretty eyes. A beat passes before she gives in to the emotions and slowly unties the belt. Unfastening the row of buttons one by one while I restrain myself from ripping them off, she finally parts the coat and…
Jesus fucking Christ!
A pink lacy thong covers her cunt.
Nothing else.
Why’s that even sexier than her being naked?
My composure threatens to crack. Straightening and stepping closer, a shudder passes through her when I trace the thin tie of her thong along her right hip bone. “Did you wear this for me, little minx?”
“No.”
“Who else then?” I trace my knuckle over her folds until the flimsy fabric soaks from her arousal. “You hooking up with another man?”
She scowls. “Of course not.”
“Then you wore the thong to seduce me.”
“Maybe I wore it for myself.”
“You hate wearing them.”
Her gaze widens, shocked that I remember her confession from weeks ago. Every meeting and conversation of ours is stamped in my brain that I could recite them verbatim.
“Not anymore,” she utters, sticking to the ruse.
“That’s two,” I hum.
Confusion dots her face. “Two what?”
“Lies you’ve told me.”
She gulps before rasping, “Will you punish me?”
“Admit you wore sexy lingerie for me.” I hook a finger in the strip near her hip and twist until the lace bites into her slit, making her whimper. “Or else I won’t make you come tonight.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
I twist harder. “Wouldn’t I?”
“Nathan!”
“Spanking isn’t the only punishment I’ll use when you lie or disobey me.”
“Yes! Yes!” she cries. “I wore it for you.”
I relax my grip. “Good girl.”
She pants, causing her ripe tits to shake enticingly. Once she calms down, I remove my hand from her and take a step back. “Turn around. Show off my present. I want to see how your ass looks in the thong.”
Twisting around in her high heels, she gives me her back. Her spine arches into a round and perky ass that beckons my palms to caress and slap those cheeks. Then bend her over and bury my cock in her virgin asshole.
“Gorgeous,” I rasp. “Face me.”
“Can I come in now?” she sweetly asks.
“You aren’t undressed.” I stare pointedly at the thong. Now a dark shade of pink. “Take off everything.”
She stares defiantly. “So, you can have sex with me in the hallway and send me home after? Not happening. I want you to take me in a bed this time.”
Her tone, matched with the fire in her gaze, does it.
I snatch her around the waist, pulling her inside and slamming the door shut. Shoving her against the nearest wall, I growl, “You will get fucked wherever I decide.”
Curling a hand in her useless thong, I rip it with a hard twist of my wrist.
The sound that spills from her lips is somewhere between a shocked cry and a moan.
It turns me on.
Her long legs circle my waist when I lift her high until our mouths are inches apart.
“Are you averse to beds?” she sasses. “Or horizontal surfaces in general?”
“Have you forgotten when I laid you on your desk and ate your pussy?”
“Just beds then.”
“Are you trying to distract me from doling out your punishment?”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Is it working?”
“Yes.” Then I crush my lips against hers.
She immediately parts, letting my tongue in. Her pleasured sigh vibrates down my throat as I kiss her deep. Gripping her ass, I yank her cunt against my cock and grind hard. She moans, flexing her thighs and rolling her hips for more.
I thrust twice, torturing us both before pulling away from the wall.
Our lips stay locked as I carry her past the living room to the hallway leading to the master suite. Hearing me throw open the door, she jerks her lips away from mine. Blinking as if I put her in a daze, she looks around.
“Is this apartment yours?” she murmurs, taking in the sparsely decorated room.
“Yes.”
“Do you not come here often?”
“Only if I’m too tired to drive all the way home.”
Turning to me, she asks, “What’s your preference? City or the suburb?”
“We’re not on a date, Ari,” I remind her.
“Right.” Her cheeks tint. “Sorry.”
Marching to the bed, I lay her down on it. Towering over her, I take her in, sprawled out on the black silk sheets. She looks like temptation incarnate, waiting to be defiled.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
Staring at me with hooded eyes, she obeys. With a soft pout, she asks, “Why am I always naked and you’re not?”
“Because I call the shots.”
“I want to see you, Nathan.”
“You are, angel.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t,” I lie. “Tell me.”
Blushing furiously, she murmurs, “I want to see you without your clothes.”
“Then what?”
“I want to touch you.”
I step to the edge of the bed. “What else?”
“Taste you.”
I start unbuttoning my shirt without taking my eyes off her. “How?”
“My lips,” she purrs, breathing hard when I reach the last button. “My tongue. I want to kiss you all over until I know the taste of your skin.”
My cock throbs in time to the pulse in her throat.
She swallows when I pull my shirt from the waistband and shrug it off. Her tongue peeks out to lick along her bottom lip, while her greedy eyes roam all over my bare chest. Her pupils dilate when she pauses at my eight-pack abs.
“More,” she whispers. “Please.”
One word and my world centers around it.
Unfastening my pants, I shove them and my boxers down to the floor. My dick, hard and aching, slaps against my lower abs.
Arya’s fingers clench in the sheets, face flushing with lust as she bites the corner of her mouth. There’s not a hint of the shyness I’ve come to expect from her as she unabashedly stares at my cock.
It seems I’m not the only one with bad addictions.
The last thread of my control close to snapping, I crawl onto the bed and over her.
“Like what you see, little minx?”
Her gaze flits to mine, warming sweetly. “You’re very handsome, Nathan.”
She hasn’t seen the ugly side yet.
I nudge her thighs apart with my feet, fitting my hips between them. Her fingers curl around my biceps when I cage her in my arms. “How long have you been wishing to see me naked?”
“Since the night I met you on the terrace.”
The night our paths collided and she derailed my life. “You hated me.”
“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t attracted to you.” Tracing one hand to the back of my neck, she admits, “And I never hated you.”
“You called me an asshole, among other insults.”
She rolls her eyes. “Because you acted like one.”
“I should make you hate me.”
“Why?”