NERTHUS
My heart explodes in my chest, and I shake my head. “No! No! No! You told me I could be honest with you. You told me you wouldn’t hate me!”
“I don’t hate you,” he tells me calmly while my voice gets louder.
“Then why? You can’t do this. We had just discussed-”
Grabbing my face with his hand, he interrupts me brusquely.
“You need to calm down, Nerthus.” He orders me, making me whimper. “And you need to let me finish.”
“I always do,” I say lowly, massaging my gums as he lets go of me.
A loud laugh explodes from his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, you do.”
Taking my glass from me and setting it down along with his, he scoots closer to me, laying his hand around my hip. I take a deep breath, his mouthwatering scent and the heat streaming from his body calming me down. “I don’t want to keep you bound by a contract where you would have to fear enduring a clause that hurts you. I didn’t know how bad it was and I shouldn’t have done it. Please forgive me.”
He leaves me speechless as I never had someone asking for my forgiveness like this. “I still want to spend as much time as possible with you. And you can still dispose of everything that is in my power and in my property as you want to. But I don’t want to make you feel forced to do so. If you tell me no, I’ll accept it, and we’ll do something else. Okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling myself together as I do not want to cry in front of him. “And there is nothing you have to be sorry for. You always stopped when you knew I didn’t feel comfortable.”
He nods with a smile and gets up. “Also, I thought about making a bit of space.”
Walking through the room, he opens a slide door to a room I had never seen. Curious to see what’s in there, I get up and stare agape as I find myself in a huge walk-in closet.
He pulls open a few drawers, and I cross my arms as I step closer to him. “You should bring a few clothes for a change to keep over here. You can also hang them if you want.”
Gesturing to a clothes rail filled with his suits, I gulp. I can clearly see where he had some of his clothes moved to make space for me.
Oh my God.
“That would be lovely,” I say, feeling as if I was in a dream.
He smirks at me as he steps in front of me and wraps his arm around my waist to pull me close. Pressing his lips to my ear, he whispers huskily, “I hope you have a copy of Pride and Prejudice at home.”
“I have,” I laugh, before moving my head to kiss him.
As I wrap my hands around his neck, he moves his hands up my back and drives them into my hair as he devours me hungrily.
I’m burning up under his touch as he grabs my hair, jerking my head back. “Turn around, beautiful.”
Turning around with my heart burning into my throat, I stand in front of a shelf, feeling him getting closer to me from behind.
I look back at him over my shoulder as he presses himself against me, making me feel his hardened cock against my ass.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss onto my neck. “This reminds me of something. But this time I won’t have to choose.”
“Well, thank God for that.” I smile at him, closing my eyes as he moves his hands down my body.
Lifting my leg to have me put my knee onto one of the shelf boards, he stabilizes me by holding me against his frame with his other arm.
As he starts fingering me, drowning my pussy in my own juices, I want to push him, provoking him to fuck me hard.
I still can’t understand how I can have such desires after already having spent the night with him.
And what a night…
Throwing my head back onto his shoulder, I moan at the friction of his fingers playing with my clit.
I feel myself being pushed over the edge as I turn my head towards his head. “Did it make you jealous? As she told you all those things.”
He smirks as he continues to rub my clit faster, having me jerk up to clench the shelves as I come on his fingers.
Pulling my hip back towards him, he shifts, positioning his hard cock at my entrance.
“Yes,” he answers finally before he slams himself into me.
I scream in pleasure as he chuckles. His husky whisper gets my skin prickling as he buries himself up to the hilt, taking my breath away. “You are mine.”
As soon as he starts fucking me from behind, I lose my capacity to speak. He fucks me raw, making us fill the room with moans and groans. It doesn’t take me long to come, but this doesn’t get him to stop as he continues to thrust into me mercilessly, making me lose my mind.
While I’m begging him to give me more, he is already near to splitting me into two. He keeps his pace evenly, just before I sense his breathing pattern change, and he increases it fast, risking making me lose my voice at how much I scream.
“Fuck,” he groans, slamming into me one last time, emptying himself into me. “Fuck.”
We catch our breaths as he puts his lips on my shoulder, and bites into my skin.
Straightening his spine, he slips his dick out of me and turns me around.
He kisses me again, while my brain starts functioning again, making me remember where I am.
My heart beats painfully against my ribcage, as I lay my hand onto his chest and push him gently, making him break the kiss.
“We aren’t done, beautiful,” he grins, and I laugh.
Shaking my head, I look up into his dark eyes. “It took me so many years to get away from him. He held me hostage for so long. But never because I was infatuated with him. From the first time he laid his hands on me, I dreamed about my escape. And as I got the chance to come to New York, I took my chance to disappear as soon as I could. He was never more than a cockroach to me. His name was always associated with pain for me. Totally contrary to how it was with you.”
He looks at me clenching his jaw, and I flash him a small smile. “I only have one God, and it’s you, Arawn Rodberg.”