Page 19 of Dirty Little Secrets
“No.”
Names are for daylight and polite conversations. This isn’t that. And her voice doesn’t match. She shifts on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room sprawled out like an offering. The cameras are angled to catch every movement, but I ignore the panel beckoning me to press the button.
“Spread your pussy,” I demand.
She obeys, sliding the lace aside to reveal herself, already wet and shaved bare. Her hands rise to peel down her bra, baring breasts I want to mark.
“Fuck me, X,” she moans.
“Do you like pain?”
“Yes.”
I reach for the chains secured to the bed, cuffing her wrists and ankles until she’s stretched open, offered up like prey. I remove a condom from my pocket, undo my pants, and kick them aside. Shoes too.
I don’t waste time. My cock is hard. I’ve been on edge all day.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I growl. “Hard.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck me hard, X.”
I slide the condom on, my mind flickering with the image of Nori. Her mouth. Her voice. That red fucking dress.
But this isn’t her I remind myself of that as I thrust inside. Her body stretches tight, wet heat searing up my spine. Her cries half surrender, half invitation as I fill her, her hips lifting off the bed, chains clinking, the sound sharp against the beat of themusic leaking through the walls. I let her adjust to my size before pulling back and slamming into her again.
“Fuck me,” she begs.
I grip her hips and oblige. Every thrust a silent exorcism until it’s not enough.
And then I pull out in frustration. She’s not tight enough. Not where I want her to be. I smear her arousal over her asshole, circling the tight ring before pushing the head of my cock against it. She trembles beneath me, the drag of my fingers slick and slow.
“You like it in the ass?”
“Fuck yes, X. Take my ass.”
She arches for me. I press in deep. She screams in pleasure as I bury with every quiver like a struck chord. Sweat runs down my back, soaking my shirt. I pinch her nipples hard. She moans. I slap her tits and she laughs, a sound caught between agony and ecstasy.
“X,” she cries. “Harder.”
I give her what she wants. I fuck her until she’s shaking. Panting. Until her ass is raw and her cunt dripping. Until her moans become sobs and her cries fade into a desperate, beautiful silence. I don’t stop until I’ve driven the image of Nori out of my mind.
12
“Good morning, Ms. Summers. How good of you to join us.” Mr. Drazen is standing outside his office door facing my desk, his tone cold enough to freeze the rain currently pouring outside.
I’m drenched. Water slides between my thighs because I failed to check the weather the night before. I left Kristina’s apartment ten minutes late, not realizing it would take ten minutes longer to reach the coffee shop. Then, I waited in a long line for coffee only to spill it on my blouse while getting off the subway. The three blocks to Drazen Enterprises were a disaster. The sky opened up and poured harder, slowing my steps as I tried not to slip—making me almost two hours late.
Hoping he’ll let me settle in quietly, I mutter, “Good morning, Mr. Drazen.”
He doesn’t budge. Instead, he checks his overpriced watch. “I’m not sure what being on time means in your head, but it certainly doesn’t mean eleven a.m.”
It’s obvious why I’m late. He has to know it’s crazy outside and he he’s more than aware that I don’t have a car. But I can’ttell if he’s being an asshole on purpose or if he’s like this with everyone.
My stomach swoops at how devastatingly handsome he looks in a black suit. I slide my wet purse under the desk and meet his cold stare. I feel so small beneath it. He has to be at least six-foot-three.
“Sorry I’m late. I was caught in the rain.”
“Was it the rain, or did you wake up late?”
