He chuckled, his hand still resting on my waist. “Thanks, Rach,” he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her cheek. Rachel rolled her eyes but smiled, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. “I’ll deal with her,” he murmured to me, before striding out of the room.
Alone again, I sank onto the bed, my thoughts racing. What had I just done? What was happening? The line between right and wrong was so blurred it was practically invisible. I felt a strange mix of guilt and desire, my body still humming from Harrison’s touch. Rachel had always warned me about getting too close, but here I was, falling into his arms.
The door clicked shut, and I let out a shaky sigh. Rachel’s words echoed in my head: “Mr. Luca won’t just let this go.” I knew she was right. The USB was our insurance policy, the only leverage we had against him. But could we really use it? Would exposing his secrets only bring more pain and danger?
I laid there, my mind racing with scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. Eventually, the fatigue of the day took over, and my eyelids grew heavy. I didn’t resist the pull of sleep, letting it envelop me like a warm blanket. I didn’t dream of the mansion or Mr. Luca, or even of Harrison and Rachel. Instead, my mind was a blissful void, free from the tangled web we’d woven.
When I woke up, the room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn, the curtains fluttering gently in the early morning breeze. My body felt heavy and relaxed, and for a brief moment, I forgot about the chaos that awaited us outside the sanctuary of the bedroom. But as consciousness seeped in, so did reality. I tried to sit up, only to find myself wrapped in the warm embrace of arms that were definitely not my own. Harrison was holding me so close, his chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. He’d come back for me, and without thinking, we’d sought comfort in each other’s arms.
I gently lowered my head to kiss him, my lips brushing against his in a silent promise. He stirred, his eyes opening to meet mine, a lazy smile playing on his lips. For a moment, everything felt almost… normal. His arms tightened around me, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as if he hadn’t had his fill the night before.
Without a word, he began to undress me, his hands deft and sure as he slid my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. His mouth found my neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned softly, arching into his touch as he slid my pants down my legs and off my ankles. The cool air brushed against my skin, making me shiver with anticipation.
He stood up, looking down at me with a hunger that made my knees weak. He undid his own pants, his erection springing free, and I couldn’t help but stare. He was beautiful, all lean muscle and taut skin, and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything.
He climbed back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine as he positioned himself between my thighs. His eyes never left mine as he pushed into me, the sensation of him filling me up making me gasp. We moved together in perfect harmony, the rhythm of our bodies syncing as if we’d been doing this for years. The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over us as we made love, the only sound the rustling of the sheets and the soft cries escaping my lips.
In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only us, our love, and the warm cocoon of the bed. But as the sun grew brighter, so too did the reality of our situation. Rachel’s warning about Mr. Luca weighed heavily on my mind, and I knew we couldn’t stay in this bubble forever.
With a gentle nudge, Harrison rolled me onto my stomach, his hand sliding down my back to rest on my hip. He whispered something in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Before I could process his words, he was moving behind me, positioning himself at my entrance. The sensation of his hardness pressing into me from behind was new, and I felt a thrill of excitement and fear.
He slid into me with a smooth, deliberate motion, filling me completely. I moaned into the pillow, the feeling of his body claiming mine sending waves of pleasure through my core. His hands were everywhere, holding my hips in place as he began to thrust into me, his rhythm steady and sure. I could feel the muscles in his arms tense as he moved, his chest pressed against my back as he took me.
“I’ve missed fucking your little pussy,” he murmured into my ear, his voice gruff with lust. “Missed making you scream my name.
The words sent a shock through my body, igniting a fire deep within me. Despite the fear and the doubt, my body responded, eager for more of his touch. I pushed back against him, my hips meeting his with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath us, a steady rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of my heart.
“Harder,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.
Harrison’s grip tightened on my hips, and he complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, my muscles clenching around him. His hand snaked around to find my clit, his thumb circling it with the same maddening slowness as before.
The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and the occasional creak of the bed. It was raw and primal, a dance of passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating. I felt alive in a way I never had before, like I’d been asleep my whole life and was only now waking up.
As the orgasm built within me, I knew I was going to scream, to shatter the silence with my pleasure. But just as I reached the peak, something stopped me. A noise from the hallway, faint but unmistakable. Rachel, perhaps, checking on us. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the scream, and Harrison seemed to sense my hesitation. He leaned down, his teeth grazing my ear. “Let go,” he whispered. “You know you want to.”
With a final, desperate push, I did. The orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing around him, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped. He groaned in response, his own release following quickly after, his body trembling with the force of it. For a moment, we lay there, panting and spent, the world outside forgotten