Professional Love ~ Short Stories 18+ (2.0)

Dreadful Love - Part One

Inspired by the song Throne by Saint Mesa. Please feel free to listen to it when reading! ;)

Mature, explicit content wanting!
Enjoy... might be a part two might not. 🤣

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"Sana, stop for one fucking minute!" He growls after me. I know he's hot on my tail so I pick up my pace, clearly not fast enough as his large hand wraps around my bicep tugging me until his solid chest is pressed up against my back. Why won't he just leave me alone? It's not like he doesn't know how. Christ sake, it's been four years.

Without much thought and a rage in my heart I lift my knee hurling it backwards into his chin. Curses fly out of his mouth, releasing me for a moment. The bastard recovers quickly, not giving me the chance to get away. With clenched first I pound at his chest but there's no use, he's a solid brick wall and my puny attempts to get him to release me are pointless.

"Stop." He demands. The coldness of his tone settles in my bones, causing me to freeze. Why did we have to run into each other? Why couldn't we have gone the rest of our lives without ever having to cross paths?

His steel eyes bore into my green ones, with a heavy sigh he seems happy I won't move again he keeps me close with one arm wrapped firmly around my waist. He checks out surroundings, nosey people lingering around the hotel lobby with curiosity as they pass. A mean glare settles on his face which has the older coupler scampering away.

What are you guys afraid of? The big bad man? Well What about me, the girl he is practically manhandling. Fuck it, every man for themselves theory it is then. I get it, self preservation at its damned finest.

He drags me towards the elevators, pushing me inside without a word. I scowl as he cages me in, his large body looming over mine as he backs me up against the mirror. I hate it. I never used to, I used to love how small he would make me feel, so cared for and tiny in his larger than life aura. But now he's using it against me to intimidate.

"You have issues Preston!"

He rolls his eyes, a nonchalant expression on his stupidly handsome face. Placing both hands on the mirror besides my head, pinning me with his groin as he grinds it against me.  He's fucking hard! My eyes round, mouth dry as I try to ignore the hormones coursing through my body. A sharp glare on my face to cover up the sudden arousal. I hate how he still has this hold over me. I'm a puddle of weakness when it comes to him, Hell I can't even control my own body around him.

I crave him like no other before, it's unhealthy and toxic but fuck if we didn't work. His breathing fans against my cheek, so close he may even kiss it. I want to give in to my most primal urges, always more with him. Just more.

He watches me intensely, each flicker of emotion that crosses my expression and the hidden desire behind my eyes. He then takes advantage of what my body has to say, not giving my brain or mouth time to catch up. I'm fighting an internal battle that each thrust of his hip stirs me deeper and deeper into a land I no longer want to tread.

"Get.Off.Me." My mind finally catching up with my mouth, jaw clenched. I push at his chest, hard. His response is a dark chuckle. Deep and sexy that has my pussy clenching from fear and arousal. It's fucked up, he's fucked up.

My protests are futile. It doesn't matter how hard I fight, my weakness is his fuel and my undoing. I crave every inch of pleasure and ruthless punishment he has to offer. With his hips pinning me in place he leans away from me, pressing the emergency stop button drawing the elevator to an abrupt stop. My heart flutters in my stomach, dread and excitement causing my body to tremble.