Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m yours.”
He smiled, placing both his palms on my cheeks, and leaned in to smooch my lips. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise and affection. As he stood up, he took my hands and pulled me to my feet. His touch sent electric currents through my body, and I felt alive in a way I had never felt before.
“Emma,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to show you what it means to truly be mine.” His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation. But all I felt was a thrilling anticipation of what was to come.
He took my hand and led me to a side door, one that I had never noticed before. It opened to reveal a private elevator, the walls lined with mirrors that reflected our entwined forms. The doors slid closed with a soft whoosh, and we began to ascend. The air grew thick with tension, the weight of our unspoken desires hanging heavily between us.
When we reached the top floor, the elevator opened to a suite that was even more luxurious than the office below. The walls were adorned with velvet drapes, and the floor was covered in plush carpeting that muffled our footsteps. A large, four-poster bed dominated the space, its silk sheets a vivid red that seemed to call out to me, whispering of passion and submission.
“I quickly understood what we were there for,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper as I took in the scene before me. My heart hammered in my chest, my palms damp with anticipation.
“Good girl,” Harrison murmured, his voice thick with approval. He guided me to the bed, the soft fabric of the comforter brushing against my thighs as I sat down. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”
With trembling hands, I lifted my shirt over my head, revealing my lacy bra. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight, and I felt a thrill of power knowing that I could affect him so strongly. He reached behind me and unclasped it with an ease that spoke of practice, the fabric falling away to expose my breasts.
He stepped back, his gaze raking over my body as I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My panties and stockings followed, leaving me naked before him. The cool air of the room prickled my skin, making my nipples tighten into hard peaks.
“Emma,” he breathed, his eyes dark with hunger as he took in the sight of me. I reached for the tie around his neck, my heart racing.
With a jerk, I pulled him towards me, his shock etched on his handsome features as he stumbled closer. “What are you…” he began, but the words died in his throat as I yanked harder, bringing his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss.
Our bodies collided on the bed, his weight pressing me into the plush mattress. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and hollow with a desperation that matched my own. I felt the heat of him, the hardness of his erection pressing against my stomach as he kissed me with a hunger that bordered on violence.
His fingers found my nipples, pinching them gently before moving down to my pussy, which was already slick with need. He slid one finger inside me, and I gasped, arching my back in pleasure. His thumb circled my clit, and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within me.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Show me how much you want me.”
Emboldened by his words, I tugged at his belt, the leather giving way under my trembling fingers. His eyes never left mine as I unzipped his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing through the quiet room. He stepped back, letting his pants fall to the floor, revealing his boxers straining against his arousal.
“Keep going,” he urged, his voice a dark whisper. I slid my hands inside, feeling the heat of his skin against my palms. He was so hard, so ready for me. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down, freeing his erection. It sprang out, thick and proud, and I couldn’t help but stare.
Harrison chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Like what you see?” His smugness was intoxicating, and I found myself nodding, unable to tear my eyes away. He climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs, his cock hovering above my face. I reached out tentatively, my fingertips brushing the velvety head, feeling the pulse of his desire against my skin.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice a dark command. I obeyed, and he slid himself into me, the taste of him salty and heady. He groaned as I took him in, his hands gripping my hair. I felt a thrill of power as he lost control, his hips bucking slightly. “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Take all of me.”
I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his shaft. His breathing grew ragged, and I could feel the tension coiling in his body. He began to move, his hands guiding me in a rhythm that had me moaning around him. His hips rocked back and forth, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room. I looked up to see his face, contorted in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.
He pulled away, his chest heaving. “You’re becoming bold, Emma,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “And I like it.”
With a sudden shift, he flipped us over, his weight pressing me into the bed as he hovered above me. His eyes searched mine for consent, and I nodded, my body trembling with need. He reached between us, positioning himself at my entrance, and with one swift thrust, he filled me completely.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me cry out. He stilled, his expression tight with concern. “Emma?”
But the door flew open before I could respond, revealing Adrianne standing in the threshold, her eyes wide with shock and something else. Something darker, like anger. “What the hell is this?” she snarled.
I scrambled to cover myself, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment as I looked up at her. She stared at us, her eyes flicking from me to Harrison and back again, her lip curled in disgust. “You little slut,” she spat, her voice filled with venom. “How dare you?”
Before she could take another step towards me, Harrison was on his feet, his body a wall of protection. “Back off,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “This isn’t your concern.”
Adrianne’s eyes narrowed, her hand hovering in the air. “This little whore is the help,” she sneered. “What gives you the right to touch her, much less claim her?”
Harrison’s grip tightened around me, his smile never faltering. “I don’t need your permission,” he said calmly, his voice a stark contrast to the fury in his eyes. “Emma is mine.”
I couldn’t bear to look at Adrianne, the woman whose cruelty had dominated my life in the mansion. So, I buried my face in the warm, familiar scent of Harrison’s chest, feeling his heart race in time with mine. His fingers dug into my flesh, a silent promise of protection as we faced the woman who had threatened us both.
“You’ve always had a taste for the help, haven’t you?” Adrianne sneered, taking a step closer. Her eyes raked over my naked body, a vindictive smile playing on her lips.
“That’s enough,” Harrison said, his voice cold as ice. He pulled me behind him, shielding me with his body. “I don’t want to hear another word from you, Adrianne.”
Adrianne’s eyes narrowed, but she stepped back, the malicious smile never leaving her lips. “Fine,” she spat. “But don’t think you can hide behind your straightness forever, Harrison. She’ll never be enough for you. You’ll always crave the taste of a woman like me.”
Harrison’s hand tightened around my arm, his stance unwavering as he faced her. “Get out,” he said, his voice low and deadly. “And don’t ever speak to us like that again.”
Adrianne’s smirk slipped for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. But she recovered quickly, her eyes flashing with anger. “You think you’re so superior,” she spat. “But you’re no different from me. You’re just another animal, giving in to your baser instincts.”
Harrison’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t take the bait. He kept his gaze fixed on hers, his eyes like chips of blue ice. “Get out,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. “Now.”
Adrianne’s smirk grew colder, but she did as he said, slinking from the room like a cat that hadn’t quite caught its mouse. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving us alone in the suddenly suffocating silence of the suite. I could feel the tension radiating from Harrison’s body, his muscles coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
I tentatively wrapped my arms around his waist, my breasts pressing into his back. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “This is happening because of me.”
Harrison’s body remained tense for a moment before he slowly relaxed, his breathing evening out as he leaned back into my embrace. “It’s not your fault, Emma,” he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against my cheek. “You didn’t ask for any of this.”
I tightened my arms around him, feeling his warmth seep into me. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice muffled by his shirt. “For standing up for me.”
Harrison’s shoulders relaxed under my embrace, and he let out a deep sigh. “You don’t have to thank me, Emma,” he murmured, his hands coming up to cover mine. “I’ll always protect you.”