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He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is w...
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𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜
He ruined me. Atlas Storm ruined me.
Not only did he trick me into moving in, tricked me into marrying him, he introduced me to sex and made me an addict.
Literally.
The only other guy I slept with was, as I know now, his brother. And that was against my will.
I went six years without sex, went through college without being intimate with anyone. Well, almost. Freshmen year, Nico happened. I haven't even had sex before him either. Technically, I went twenty-four years without sex. And I wasn't feeling as though I was missing out.
Apparently, I was missing out.
Ever since Atlas caved and gave into the temptation at his office, he made sure to fuck me any chance he could get. Every time I asked him to. And every single time, Atlas made sure he got my okay before he even just touched me. A simple nod wasn't enough, he needed my words for it. And I loved it—correction, I love it.
I lost count after a while, but I remember him pushing me up against the shower wall, lifting me, holding me up as he pushes himself inside of me, over and over again. Although my stomach keeps growing, and the number on the scale goes up, I still seem to weigh nothing to him.
I remember Atlas cooking for dinner, turning off the stove a second later when I wrap my arms around him. We ended up naked in the kitchen. Me sitting on the kitchen counter with my legs around his hips, Atlas standing between my legs, thrusting in and out of me like he'd die if he didn't.
The other day, I found out he owns a jacuzzi. Of course he does. Regardless of it being November, and pretty fucking cold in Medina, I had to try it out.
I stripped off my clothes in the living room, opening the glass sliding door to the backyard, ready to sprint right towards the jacuzzi. But of course my husband had a few words to say.
"You're not using the jacuzzi in the middle of November, naked," had he said. I looked at him over my shoulder, wiggled my naked ass at him and ran outside.
It was cold. Way colder than I thought it would be. But the heated water made it all worth it. Not long after I was in there, Atlas joined me...just as naked as I was. By that time, I was already so familiar with his body, I no longer blushed at the mere sight of his dick.
He was hard, despite the temperature outside. And Atlas was hot, his skin burning up, burning every piece of my skin he touched. He looked at me with lust, starvation displaying through his eyes. And yet I could tell he was looking at something he thought was precious. I was precious to him.
We ended up fucking in the jacuzzi, but it was quick as it only got colder.
He's fucked me in every corner of his house, even the home-gym. The one I had no knowledge of existing up until a few hours ago. But there is a place he's never so much to touched me in yet. Our bedroom.
