Page 48 of In the Midst of Chaos

The moment the doorknob turned, my mouth fell open from shock. He either didn’t care about his room being unlocked, or he was rarely here anymore. The room was dark, too dark—not even the curtains had been drawn to leave a little room so you could see. It didn’t matter; I knew this room by memory. I used to come down here, or Nash used to go into mine. In these four walls, we used to show each other how we loved one another. Or so I thought. It was true, at least on my part.

The moment I stepped foot inside of the threshold, I inhaled his smell. Now that he couldn’t observe me, I could admit to myself how much I had missed being here.

In the dark, I made my way to the bed. My heart beat faster with every step I took, wondering if I should just turn around. It wasn’t too late to go back. The moment I pulled back the covers and tried to go in, I got pulled by my waist and thrown to the bed facedown.

“I’m going to kill you!” I screamed into the mattress. My mouth moved against Nash’s linen sheets. They smelled clean and not like a whore, and it was the only thing that kept me from completely losing my mind.

“Bullshit, baby,” Nash said against my nape. “You felt my presence as soon as you opened the door. You had the chance to walk away, and you didn’t.”

He was right—there was always something that told me when he walked into the room, and the moment I walked in, I knew he was here and he was waiting for me.

“You’d think I’d leave you alone in a storm?” His voice was soft, his words caressing me as his hands removed my pajama shorts.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked between kisses down my shoulder. Once my shorts were removed, he pushed my shirt up, kissing the dimples in my back. His tongue licked up my spine, causing shivers to break out all over my skin. When he got to my bra, he picked it up with his teeth and then let the band snap against my back. I moaned, and he chuckled.

He finished removing my shirt, and I let him.

“On your knees, baby.” He smacked my ass cheek.

When I contemplated if I should do this, if by letting him fuck me again I was giving in to him, he said the same words I had told him long ago.

“Tomorrow, when the chaos breaks, we can pretend this never happened.” His tone was serious but with some amusement. I knew that if we did this again, it would just continue to happen until the vicious cycle we had found ourselves in came to a stop.

“You know you love this as much as I do, Finnie,” he growled as his fingers dipped into my pussy. He moved his fingers in and out a few times, then slid them out and over my folds, and then started to make circular motions on my clit.

A whimper escaped my lips, but I did as he asked.

Nash held onto my hips, and I felt his naked thighs against my skin, and the need to turn around and touch him almost consumed me. His dick prodded against my entrance. He reached between us and stroked himself between my folds.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned in appreciation. “Is this pussy mine?” he growled, and I stayed quiet.

Because my father didn’t raise a weak woman, I spoke words he probably didn’t want to hear.

“As I said, I’m just horny…”

I screamed when he pulled my hair back and entered me in a brutal thrust. My scream turned into a moan the moment he continued to move his hips, shifting to hit the spot that drove me wild.

“Fuck, yeah, it’s mine,” he said.

His thrusts were hard, but the way he held onto me was soft, his hand coming to my belly, and making sure I didn’t slam it on the bed.

When his fingers moved to my clit and started to rub it, I stopped pretending like it was just a fuck.

“Fuck,more.”

He was out of me in a second, and he flipped me on my back so I was facing him. He brought his hands to either side of my neck and just looked down at me. Even in the dark, I could make out the intensity in those eyes.

A loud thunderclap echoed inside the room, catching me off guard. I whimpered and closed my eyes because the last thing I wanted was to be weak in front of Nash. I already felt like I was losing it today, and if I was honest with myself, I came here because I felt safe.

When I opened my eyes, Nash was staring at me. The lethal energy shifted, and he looked softer, attainable, and I hated that. I wanted to open my mouth and say something that would take that softness away.

Slowly, Nash brought his face down until our noses touched, and I felt the mint of his breath on my lips. I licked my lower lip, wanting to taste him. To have him kiss me again. It’s something I never got bored of, the feel of his soft lips against my own and how it took no effort for me to make him lose control.

My legs wrapped around his waist, and he entered me again, but this time he did it slowly, stretching me so I could feel all of him.

Once he was all the way in, his lips touched mine. Lightly teasing, he bit my lower lip and sucked it into his mouth. I squirmed under him, feeling his dick inside me, and I moaned loudly.

My mouth parted for him, inviting him at the same time my arms wrapped around his neck, and we started to fuck each other in synch.

---