"Are you wet for me?" he said in a low voice
"Dripping" I whimpered
"Fuck, then show me show how hungry your cunt is for my cock "I moaned and spread my legs wider. "good girl," he said leaving kisses up and down my thigh dangerously close to my c...
I watch her storm off, her footsteps echoing through the expansive space. A mixture of excitement and something close to irritation babbles in my chest. I’m not used to women defying me—especially not like that. The way she stood up to me, with fire in her eyes, intrigued me just like she had when I first saw her.
I let out a slow breath and ran a hand through my hair, still messy from sleep. The image of her, standing there with that fierce expression, is burned into my mind. It shouldn’t have been that way this morning. She is not ready for that yet, so I'll give her some time but then, I don't give a shit. I wanted to feel her warmth next to me, to wake up to the scent of her hair and the softness of her skin. And it felt Natural, right ... Prefect
A slow, cynical smile curves my lips as I grab my phone. "Take me home," she’d demanded; the only power she has here is over me and the names of our children and nothing else. But that’s the thing about her—she’s different from anyone I’ve dealt with before. She doesn’t just go along with things, doesn’t just submit; I love that I'll have to make her, my sweet kitten.
Jada
I walk out the door, feeling the cold air hit my skin like a shock. My heart pounds in my chest, a tangled mess of anger, frustration, and something darker—something I don’t want to acknowledge. My legs feel shaky, but I keep walking, one step after another, trying to push the image of Nico’s smug face out of my mind. His arrogance, his entitlement. I clench my fists at my sides, reminding myself that I stood my ground and that I didn’t let him win.
But even as I think it, there’s that gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s not fear—no, I’m too angry for that. It’s more like… disappointment. Disgust? At myself, for letting him get under my skin. For feeling anything at all when he looked at me with those dark, knowing eyes.
God, why does he do that to me?
The driver pulls up, and I get in without a word. The ride is silent, the city blurring past in a haze of lights and shadows. My phone vibrates in my bag; I check it and see a message from an unknown number: "Till next time, kitten."
What the hell is my life right now?
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A Few Weeks Later
I haven’t seen him since that day. Not in person, anyway. But Nico’s presence lingers like smoke, curling into my thoughts when I least expect it. It’s infuriating. I don’t want to think about him—I’ve been trying to move on, to forget the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel.
But there are moments, quiet moments late at night when I can’t stop the memories from creeping in. The feel of his hand on my skin, the warmth of his body so close to mine, the intensity of his gaze. I hate it. I hate that part of me wants to know what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped him.
I shake the thought away every time it comes up, but it’s persistent, like a splinter lodged deep in my mind.
Work has been my constant distraction; I have drowned in this project, and though Soph and Cami have tried to pry me away from the office, they have had little success.
But just as I start thinking about him a little bit less, I hear "Jade Black, your presence is being requested at the CEO's office"coming from the intercom.
Well shit
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