Subdued (18+)✔️ [A Nigerian Romance]

40~Confessions

"You knew, didn't you?" Aria was so mad. She could hear her heartbeat pounding loudly and she felt her blood rushing to her head. "That was why you offered to pay that much."

"Know what? What are you talking about?"

How dare he act confused? This man had enticed her with the one million naira because he knew she wouldn't refuse. "You knew about the loan and how I was struggling. That's why you are paying that much. It was an offer I couldn't have refused."

He scoffed and then shook his head.

"What right do you have to dig up information about me? Especially information that you used against me. Surely, that is illegal." She stood up so she could stare down at him, secretly pleased with the way he had to look up at her.

"What if I did?"

This bastard! How could he still talk to her like that? Where was the remorse?

"Would it change anything," he continued. "Now that you know, tell me exactly what it would change. Its not a terrible deal."

She stared at him, her chest rising and falling. He was right. If she wanted to put an end to this, she'd be back to square one and she knew he would ask for his money back. Not because he needed it, but he was just that petty. Now that she'd accepted this, what would she do about this anger that was eating her up?

"Fucking answer me, Zariah. What is it going to change? Knowing that I proposed that amount because I knew you couldn't refuse it can't change a fucking thing."

"Don't swear at me," she said and then hissed. Aria pushed her chair back and walked out, aware of Kachi doing the same thing. She was already in the landing before the next flight of stairs when he caught up with her. He tugged on her arm and then pushed her to the wall, his fingers wrapped around her neck.

"Don't fucking walk out on me when I'm talking to you!" He bared his teeth as he tightened his grip, enough to hurt but she could still talk.

"Let go of me, Kachi."

"Don't tell me what to do." He slammed his other hand on the wall beside her head and she flinched. "What's wrong with you and this your attitude? Can't you just be where I want you without all these excesses?" He pushed away from her and gripped his short hair. "Why do I even fucking care what you think? What is it about you that just annoys me to pieces?"

She remained pressed against the wall, unsure whether to leave. Aria was still shocked at the show of violence and the words leaving his mouth intrigued her. He turned back to face her, his eyes burning with so much anger.

"You," that was all he said before his lips crashed against hers.

She was stunned and for a few seconds, unable to move. Kachi was kissing her for the first time. His lips pressed against hers and his hands gripped her waist, pulling her to him. He angled his head, nibbling on her lower lip until her mouth opened. And then he was consuming her. His tongue swept in as he sucked on her lower lips.

Kachi pressed a hand into her hair, forcing her closer. The man was an amazing kisser and he'd been holding back. She didn't realize it, but a moan left her and that was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth left hers, kissing and nipping at her jaw, her neck. She took in a deep breath, her fingers holding on to the front of his shirt. He had somehow removed the robe that had been covering her underwear-clad body without her noticing.

Kachi tried pushing down the strap of her bra and growled in frustration when it didn't immediately slide down. Instead of trying again, he pulled on the front, immediately ripping the fabric and then his mouth was on her flesh. She gasped at the contrast between his warm mouth and the cold air blasting her skin from the air conditioning.

His other hand immediately pushed her panties down and his finger was there. Aria was putty in his hands. He licked and sucked on her nipples while his fingers worked her wet flesh. Kachi knew just how to get to her as he pumped two fingers into her flesh. She moaned and asked him to go faster. He listened, his fingers soon ploughing into her at a furious pace. His thumb rubbed her clit in tandem to the fingers working her and soon she was gasping and clawing at his chest.

"Oh God," she cried out and squeezed her eyes as her release tore through her. He didn't stop there. He worked her with all the anger he'd been carrying and there was nothing she could do except take it.

"Go to the room and wait for me. Take off those clothes," he said after she'd stopped trembling from her second climax.

She watched him walk down the stairs then righted her clothes. At least she tried. The lace bra had snapped in two and there was nothing she could do to fix it. She pulled on her panties and tied her robe around her waist.

***

They'd never had missionary sex before so when Kachi turned her so she was on her back and he was looking into her eyes, she was confused. She couldn't meet his gaze so her eyes dropped to his toned chest and down to his erect cock that he'd already sheathed in a condom.

Kachi held her legs and pushed them towards her chest, then he sunk into her. He let out a pained groan as she shut her eyes. It felt so good, better than the last time. His hands remained on her thighs as he began to slowly move inside her. Each push and pull was tortuously slow as he rubbed against her inner walls.

"Zariah, look at me."

She obeyed, immediately getting lost in his dark gaze. This position was too intimate and she felt something in her chest begin to soften.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked in a pained whisper as he dropped his head.

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Who do you think is already falling? And why do you think that?

All these tension and chemistry between this two is making me jealous, lol.

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