Chapter Fourteen.
Sweetness.
Using his sleeking mouth and velvet tongue as instruments of pleasure, he soon has her melting and yielding for everything.
She felt ravaged and abused. But she couldn't control what was happening to her.
"You smell so good".He murmured.
She smiled pleased he acknowledged her.
"Yea, I always do".
With a slow, delicate rhythm he licked her, skimming across her velvety interior until she was a quivering mass of nerves ready to fly apart at the slightest flick of his tongue.
Only when the pleasure was unbearable, only when she was burning up and on the brink of release, did he stop.
"Don't!".
"Don't what?". he murmured.
"Don't stop".
"Who is stopping?
Easing his body over hers, he thrust deeply inside her. Arching to meet that one forceful stroke, she came, crying out his name.
"Mine," he growled fiercely. "You are mine".
He crushed her to him even more tightly. Then driven by his own feverish urgency, he began to move inside her faster and faster, and with such force that he stole her breath.
Strange how after his sweetness, she didn't mind his violence and passion. His breathing grew harsh and ragged, and he whispered wildly erotic things in her ears as he carried her to another expulsion that was wild and glorious and satisfying on a soul-deep level.
Afterwards, when he stared down at her, his green eyes were sensual and tender. Tears pricked against her lashes. How she felt so secured in his arms.
He ran light fingertips over her breasts, causing her nipples to peak again. He stroked the curving sides of her breasts.
The loverlike way he touched them and looked at them, as if he had never seen anything so alluring, made her feel desirable beyond words.
Sated with sensual bliss, she smiled up at him as she snuggled closer.
He fuelled her fantasy. He was the man of her dreams. The disparity of wealth and social class dividing them made her panic.
She ran her hands down his body and circled his erection, which she eagerly guided into her own fluid interior, which was warmer and somehow wetter than the water.
Liam wasn't steady and this isn't real.
Still, it was nice to be steamy hot and erotically satisfied in Liam's arms as a warm summer breeze brushed her body.
She knew better that sex could be pleasant and a destructive force.
She wished to freeze time, but moments like this were as fleeting as the fragile bubbles that frothed below the dam.
She gasped when he circled her with his arms and pressed himself even more deeply inside of her.
He clung to her tightly as he began to stroke in and out, faster and faster, until soon she felt she was glowing and pulsating with that all-too-familiar piercing yearning for release.
When she could breathe again, he kissed her brows and held her close.
He ruins girls like us.
"Say my name," he had whispered, dragging his mouth down her neck.
"Liam..." she had moaned, back arching, hands tangled in his hair.
The memory made her shudder not from shame, but from how good it felt.
God, it felt good.
But this morning? It felt like it meant nothing to him.
Emily paced her room, wrapped in a silk robe, phone still clutched in her hand. She glanced in the mirror and her skin still showed faint traces of his touch. A bruise on her collarbone. Red marks on her thighs.
Her face was a mess of regret, confusion, and... arousal.
"Can you explain to me why I am lying naked in a hotel with my boss". She asked no one in particular.
The room was still. The place was quiet. Every word she spoke echoed back towards her.
"OMG, it shouldn't be what I am thinking". She gasped in shock.
Tears dropped down from her eyes, her heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.
"You should hurry up and get dressed, checking out of the hotel is 12pm and I am not renewing the fee"
He opened the door and walked out of the room without staring back at her one more time.
She knew instantly as he spoke that last night was a drastic mistake and he wouldn't probably want her body anymore though she had lost her virginity to him. Which was the worst way she could ever think of losing it, everything about last night flashed in her head like a joke.
Emily checked out of the hotel room at 11:58 a.m., two minutes before her time was officially over. She had hoped to sneak out and avoid contact with anyone.
She didn't want to meet anyone she could be familiar with.
But of course, she was already in the hallway, leaning casually against the door to the main entrance.
A voice stopped her. She turned and looked at the caller. It was Ashley.
She swallowed hard.
"This belongs to you," She said, holding up the thin gold chain like it was some kind of trophy.
"Thanks," she replied curtly, reaching for it.
But instead of dropping it into her palm, she stepped closer and fastened it around her neck herself, fingers brushing the nape of her neck with maddening slowness.
Her breath caught again.
"Looks better on you than on me. The C.E.O. nightstand," she murmured, lips close enough to send a chill down her spine.
She stepped back. "This was a mistake."
Ashley tilted her head.
"That's not what you said last night."
"I was drunk."She said, unable to process how quickly things turned out.
"You weren't too drunk to beg him to stay,".
She said,
My heart pounded.
"You don't get to twist this."
She turned sharply and walked past her, her heart pounding so loudly she could barely think. She didn't look back.
But she called after her, calm, cocky, and low.
"He will come around. He always does."
Emily tries to resist, but Ashley words keep ringing in her mind showing up possessive, controlling, and possibly obsessed.
Emily gets an anonymous message: "You're not the first. He ruins girls like us".
She sighed in exasperation. Her face turned beet red. She has been used. Emily felt stupid how she could face the world now.
She fought back tears. A sense of dread settled in as she groaned in frustration.
Emily boarded a cab and hurried home rapidly. Her phone beeped. She checked it to realize it was a text message from someone in her contact list. Her boss has texted her.
"I will see you later in the office, be good and I really enjoyed every bit of it, you were amazing and crazy, don't pretend like you didn't enjoy it". She read it in a tone that neither showed concern nor animosity. She bumped her head up and down for a split second trying so hard to comprehend the whole scenario at the moment.
She needed emotional support and Rosie was the only one that could understand her predicament.
She got home slumped down on the bed reminiscing about her experience with her boss.
Tears shimmered down her eyes. How could she cope after this incident?
She wondered if she could barely make do with what had happened to her?
What the hell was she thinking? She scoffed. She had just lost her virginity to her boss. How will she face him now? He didn't seem interested in her. She let her hopes up for no reason. Whatever occurred last night didn't matter to him as it did to her. She rubbed her hurting chest and shook her head.
She shrugged her head again, picking up her phone. Twelve missed calls from Rosie, she dropped the phone down. She wasn't ready to face her yet. Emily wondered what Rosie's reaction would be when she got to hear the news.
She got out of the bed to begin her day, her legs ached again and she winced in pain, she sat back on the bed ready to pull a call across to her best friend to tell her about losing her virginity and about last night and how horrible this morning seem because her legs were killing her and the man who deflowered her didn't care about her anymore.
Pathetically, she hissed as she scrolled through her contacts as soon as she got to the house, it was 10am. Heaving a sigh, she clicked the number and dialed. Placing the phone in her ear, she waited for her to pick it up while it rang. Rosie picked it up after it rang three times, " Where have you been? Her voice echoed through her ears, she shut her eyes to have a feel.
"Are you okay?" Rosie said, listening to the silent sobbing of Emily.
"I can't believe what I did," She said, taking a deep breath.
"No matter what it is we will get through this together, I only want you to trust me and tell me what happened?"
"Rosie, I had an affair with my boss".she said.
"Has he asked you out yet?.She mouthed the word.
"I don't think it is more of a situationship. I woke up in his bed this morning, God it is such a mess I am freaking up".She snapped out.
"Emily, I can only imagine what happened last night but it doesn't define you at all Emily I am here for you, feel safe and if you need any help or someone you need to talk with I am right here".
" I am a little bit shaken up, I don't know how to face him anymore"
"You were drunk, are you sure you knew what happened?
"Yes, I went through it in my head over and over again. Rosie, it happened. I don't know what to do".
" We will figure out a way to move forward, don't overthink it.
"One mistake can't determine your future at all, I understand that you feel that way. I don't want it to affect your work life, take some time off to think about things".
Thank you, I really needed to hear that.