"Rub yourself." He lets go of one of my arms, and I reach down and start rubbing my clit, feeling how wet I am.
Atlas pulls out of me, and I hear a rip, as I look behind I see him putting a condom on, and before I know it, he pushes hard inside me again.
“Atlas!” I scream, wanting to come, but I wait for him to say I can. We both know I won’t be able to last much longer.
“Come.”
That's all I need to hear and I scream as the warm swirling feeling runs through me. I move my hand away from my clit, as I grab the sheets. My body begins to spasm as I come; every pulse in my body is overflowed with the feeling of lightning hitting me, as Atlas slaps my ass, and thrusts harder into me. I reach the end of my climax and collapse onto the bed, starting to relax.
I feel Atlas licking the back of my neck as he continues to bury himself in me. I can hear his pelvis slapping against my ass, as he groans. All I can hear is him telling me that I’m his and no one else can have me. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck; he’s sunk his teeth into my skin whilst he’s brought his hand to my neck and gripped tight. He quickens his pace.
The closer he gets, the tighter his grip gets around my neck. It’s hard to breathe as he thrusts harder into me. I’m scared that he won’t loosen his grip.
"Fu..ck," Atlas moans out loud, and his grip gets too tight for me; I try hard to breathe, gasping for some air, as I do, Atlas loosens his grip around my neck. When I finally feel freedom to breathe again, he falls on top of me and I feel his full weight; he is heavy.
We both lie here panting, trying to breath at a normal pace; Atlas softly rubs my ass.
"I'm going to be fucking you again, and you will be tied to the bed next time," Atlas tells me as he rolls off me I stay there, unable to move.
He was right, he's going to take so hard I won't be able to stand. Forget standing, I can't even move.
"I will get the bath ready for you." Atlas kisses the back of my shoulder, but I take his hand, and he turns me around; I notice that he still has his shirt on. "Are you hurt?" A worry comes from him, he’s worried he’s hurt me.
I think for a moment: has he hurt me? If he did, why didn’t I stop him? Was it because I enjoyed it more than I thought I would?
"No, can we lie in bed? I really can't move," I tell him, and he starts laughing.
"Anything you want." He moves closer to me, kissing my neck, I need him to stop, or I'm going to want him to take me again. "I don't think you would survive round two yet," Atlas tells me.
“I know I won't,” I tell him, as he moves me to the pillows, then pulls the covers over us.
"One day, soon, I'm going to spend my whole day fucking you, and you will love every second of it." Atlas kisses the top of my head and pulls me closer to him.
I place my arm over Atlas’ chest, after what just happened, how I should have stopped him, but I couldn't. I just wanted him; and he gave me everything that I was wanting. I loved every second of it, and I want to do that again, I want him to do whatever he wants to me.
I make my way to the lounge, as classical music plays, like every morning. I smile at a few guests sitting in the lobby as they drink their coffee.
I finally got some desperately needed sleep. The last time I slept so well was when Lucy was with me; I didn't think I would be able to sleep so many hours ever again after she was stolen. Now things are beginning to change with Brooklyn; I feel things for Brooklyn, and not just because she has a part of Lucy in her. She makes me forget the past without even knowing what my demons are.
Last night was more than I wanted; she moaned for me, she screamed for me, and every time she did, it made me forget the reason I had brought her here in the first place. My feelings are growing for Brooklyn, and I want her to have the same feelings for me. Not because I kidnapped her, but because she is feeling them for herself.
“Coffee,” I tell Milo, as I sit in the corner.
I place the files on the table as I take my jacket off, and thank Milo for the coffee as he places it down on the square table.
"You look good, Atlas." I hear Milo and I turn to look at him, he gives me a smile. Not replying, I turn my attention back to the files in my hand, ready to start work for the day.
I know that everyone is going to see the difference in me, but that doesn't mean I have to talk to them about it. Emotions have never been something I talk about, not even when Lucy was stolen from me. I kept all that shit locked up inside, and maybe that was wrong, but keeping things bottled up works for me.
"If you're not going to tell her about this half of the house, you should start having breakfast in the house," I turn to Beth walking over to me, the guys behind her.
"I didn't think she would be awake yet, and I'm only having coffee," I tell her, pointing to the mug on the table. I mean, I’ve only just sat down; it’s not as though I’m hiding over here, I’m working.
"Someone looks refreshed. Get a good night's sleep?" Rhys sits down next to me, and asks nothing else, but gives me a small nod.
"Well, she’s not asleep, she’s watching Gino making breakfast, asking questions about his waffles," Beth replies.
Why is she awake so early? It's not even six yet. Grabbing my coffee and suit jacket, I make my way over to the house. Not surprisingly, that the three of them are following me. Nosey fuckers.
As I reach the kitchen, I walk over to the table first and throw my jacket onto the chair. Then I turn my attention to Brooklyn and Gino, they’re cooking in the kitchen and are talking about the mixtures, I think. I smile when she laughs at something Gino has said to her. I think this is the first time I’ve heard her laugh, I’d be happy to hear more from her.
"What are we making this morning?" Aiden walks over to them, and they look over their shoulders at him.
Brooklyn takes a step back, looking over her shoulder at me; I give her a smile. I want to check to see if I haven’t bruised her neck, so I try to look nonchalantly. I know that my grip was tight, but I knew what I was doing. I would have known if it got too much. But I want to see if there is a mark, because the mark on her arm from when Aiden took her is still there; it’s starting to fade now, but it makes me wonder, how hard he handled her that night. Relief runs through me, when I see nothing.
“Pancakes,” Gino replies, waving his hand at Aiden shooing him away he makes Brooklyn giggle.
I pull out a chair and sit down, sipping my coffee; as I watch Brooklyn cooking with Gino, I feel Beth’s eyes on me.
“What?” I glance at her.
"Nothing. Nice to see you happy again."
I don’t reply. Instead, I watch Brooklyn walking over. I stand to pull out the chair for her, she gives me a smile; it’s a
beautiful thing to see in the morning.
"Thanks," she tells me, as I look over and everyone at the table.
I move in closer to her, and whisper, "I must not have tired you out enough if you're awake this early."
I can’t help but smile as she turns to face me and her cheeks start turning a sexy light red; I do love it when a girl blushes.
"Pancakes," Gino places the food on the table, and I give Brooklyn a quick kiss on her neck; can't help but laugh as she blushes even more.