“Nath?”
“Here.” His voice comes from behind me. I’m wondering why it’s slightly muffled until I see what he has in his mouth.
“They do booby shaped sugar dummies too?”
He nods, smiling around his treat. “Best tasting breasts I’ve ever had.”
“Funny,” I snap, scowling at him playfully. “I was going to say the same about my penis.”
He laughs and throws his arm around my shoulders. “I think you need something to compare it to.”
“You’re right.” I sigh dramatically.
His face lights up. “Are we going home?”
“I should have bought two.”
His face falls. “Tease.”
“Please, up until eight days ago you wouldn’t let me touch you; now you’re in my mouth all of the time.”
He purses his lips and pinches my side. “Up until eight days ago I was almost a virgin. You stole my virtue.”
A giggle bursts forth and doesn’t stop once it starts. “Oh my god. Seriously?”
“Yes.” And then he does something extremely out of character and wags his brows at me before saying, “Care to steal it again?”
We walk down the street tucked tightly to each other as I manoeuvre the pram around pedestrians. It doesn’t take long to get home, fortunately. My feet are killing me. The entire way we talk about nothing and everything; it’s nice. For once I actually feel like I’m able to be normal around Nathan. Well… as normal as one can be with a penis shaped sweet in her mouth.
“Christ!” Nathan exclaims as we reach the top of the driveway.
“What?” I ask, worried about his suddenly pale face. “What is it?”
He steps forward and immediately takes an envelope from the windscreen of his car. Oh dear.
“Why can’t he just leave me be?” He shouts, pushing the door open with such force it smashes against the wall before bouncing back. I follow him inside and leave Dillan in his pram. He’s sleeping, I shouldn’t disturb him.
Nathan storms straight into his office and immediately shoves the thick envelope into the shredder. A startled gasp escapes me and my hand flies to my mouth. When the shredder doesn’t chew it up as it should, he begins kicking it over and over again until the hollow base is in pieces and the electronic top seems to have lost its life.
I’m contemplating whether or not I should leave the room and leave him to his anger when he suddenly turns, his face set in an expression of pure fury, one I’ve never seen from him before. Never have I seen anyone look so blindingly mad.
“Na…” I’m cut off by his hand tangling in my hair and his lips slamming on mine.
He rips the penis lolly from my neck and picks me up, holding me against the wall with his chest against my ribs. I hiss when his teeth sink into my neck and his hands immediately flip my skirt up and tear my knickers in two, leaving one side still wrapped around my leg.
I’m terrified, petrified, exhilarated, and I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
His teeth bite harder and I’m sure if he puts just any more pressure on the skin, it’ll break and I’ll bleed.
That thought leaves me as he slides me down the wall until my hips are against his and pushes into me almost brutally. The pain is intense, but the pleasure that I feel shadows it almost completely.
I scream, a hoarse cry that erupts from my throat without warning or consent. He doesn’t stop thrusting or pounding in and out, his own moans more like growls.
His right hand begins grabbing at my body, causing my left leg to fall until my toes are touching the floor.
My other leg is wrapped around his elbow and that hand is flat against the wall. Picking up speed, he releases my neck and takes my mouth instead. It’s amazing, it’s bruising, it’s so not like Nathan I’m almost scared. I’m also grateful, because I feel something building deep within every time his pubic bone hits my clit.
Skin slapping against skin and moans and grunts are all that can be heard, up until I tighten around him with an orgasm that makes me momentarily dizzy. He follows, throwing his head back and hissing my name through clenched teeth.
There’s no stopping him. Even after he fully spends himself inside me, I’m over the desk, my torso against the flat surface, and he continues pushing in and out of me.
It’s almost like he’s punishing me, or… trying to forget.
My mind isn’t my own. Every cell, every hair, every single part of my body burns. I never want it to stop, yet it’s so painfully good, I know that soon I’m going to need it to stop.
He climaxes again, with such a loud yell that I’ll be shocked if the neighbours don’t call the police. Their house is twenty feet away from ours and separated by twenty foot high fern trees.
Then he lands on my back, his chest heaving and his face covered in a thin layer of sweat that dampens the back of my neck.
“I don’t want to see it,” I reassure him and his fingers find mine and thread through them. “I swear, if I ever receive another, I don’t want to see it.” No matter how much it kills me.
He inhales a shuddering breath and for a moment I think he’s crying, but he doesn’t let me turn around, so I’ll never be sure. As he softens inside me, he kisses the back of my neck and nuzzles me with his nose.
“Who’s it from and why?” He should be able to tell me that much at least.
“My dad,” he whispers, lifting off me.
Quickly pulling my skirt down, I turn to face him, ignoring the mess between my legs. “Why?”
“Because he doesn’t want me to open the store and he wants money. He’s going bankrupt,” he bites out, tucking himself back into his trousers. I’m shocked when he runs his gloved hands through his hair without a thought for what they’ve just touched. Mostly, though, I feel anger towards his father. Hasn’t the man taken enough?
I hide my anger and need to kill. Nathan doesn’t need that right now. “If he’s using it as blackmail, then why would he send it to me? It makes no sense.”
He closes his eyes and when they open I see hate shining from them. “He knows I’m with you and knows I won’t let you see. It’s a threat, that’s all. He doesn’t want you to see or he loses his leverage, but he also needs me to realise that he’s serious and he could ruin my life in a heartbeat.”
“Is that just a theory?”
“Yes. It’s the only thing I can think of, otherwise you would know already.”
“What… what are you going to do? You can’t give into him!”
His hate filled eyes soften as they come to mine. “I won’t. But… I don’t know how I’m going to stop him. When he goes bankrupt, and he will,” his jaw clenches, “he’s going to tell you, just to spite me.”
I clear my throat and place a gentle kiss to his jaw. “Then maybe I should hear it from you.”
His eyes close again and his arms come around me. “It seems to be the only option, but then I’ll have a jewellery store and not you. I need you.”
“I need you too.” I admit, holding him even tighter.
“I hate him, Gwen,” he says and my heart breaks at the sorrow in his voice. “I hate him so damn much.”