Empire of Lies - Whitney G. Page 0,20
he grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it down.
Staring into his captivating eyes as he took his time, I held up my arms a bit. He smiled and pushed the dress down to the floor, the green fabric falling to floor in a silken pool.
He unclasped the hooks of my strapless bra and let it fall next, then he kissed my forehead.
I fumbled for his belt buckle, and he let out a low laugh. Pulling out a few condoms from his pocket, he waited for me to finish the job, running his fingers through my hair until I was finished.
The moment his pants hit the floor, my jaw dropped as I caught sight of his cock.
He claimed my mouth once more—making my knees weak all over again.
Lifting me up, he carried me into the living room and pressed me against the windows—my ass pressed against the glass. Using his hips to pin me still, he put on the condom and slid into me all at once, giving me every inch of him.
I cried out as he went deep, as he hit a spot no man had ever hit before.
I gazed into his eyes as his fucked me, and he gazed right back.
He fucked me senselessly. My entire body shook against the glass, and he held me still—pulling me onto his cock a few more times before finding his own release.
He set me down and I shut my eyes, my body still shaking. I felt him picking me up and carrying me, and then setting me down on something soft, laying me across his lap as he ran his fingers through my hair.
He trailed his palm against my back, using his fingers to trail the outlines of the tattoo that wound down my spine, the vine of black roses with thorns that bore small grey cursive with my initials.
“You know that black roses signify death, right?” he said.
“I’m well aware,” I said, sucking in a breath as he gently cupped my ass. “People kept sending them to me long after my mother passed, and I started to actually like them.”
“Hmmm.”
“Do your tattoos have any meaning?”
“Every single one.” He continued tracing the petals on my back.
“Want to tell me what that meaning is?”
“Same as yours,” he said. “Loss, pain, and regrets.”
“Mine are for loss and strength.”
“No…” He pressed a kiss on my left shoulder. “That’s what you tell the people who happen to see them. You’re still obsessed with keeping a bit of the truth for yourself.”
I didn’t say a word. He was more than right, and I felt exposed.
Kissing my back one more time, he rolled me over so I was facing him. Guilt was etched onto his face, or at least that’s what it looked like.
“Is something wrong, Michael?”
“Yes.” He sighed. “I shouldn’t have fucked you…I shouldn’t have talked to you, or messaged you on fucking Tinder.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Exactly what I said.” He shook his head. “I’ve fucked up, and I never fuck up…”
“If you’re worried about me wanting more after tonight, you could just ignore me like all the other guys.”
“That’s not what this is about,” he said. “It’s…” He didn’t finish that sentence. “I’m going to ruin you.”
“Impossible.” I swallowed. “I’m already ruined.”
He dipped his head low and sucked my right nipple into his mouth.
He went down on me, bringing me to an orgasm twice. Tried to return the favor, and he let out a low laugh.
Gently lifted me up and stood up.
“You’re leaving now?” I asked.
“No.” He reached for my hand. “I’m just getting started.”
Meredith
Before
Several hours later…
Sunlight streamed through the windows in the morning, beating my skin with their harsh, unwanted rays.
I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, catching sight of the concrete jungle. Beyond exhausted, I slowly pushed the thick linens off my body and realized I wasn’t still bare-ass naked like I’d been all night. I was wrapped in a plush robe, my body still sore from hours prior.
Soft music played from the speakers that were hidden in the ceiling, the rough refrain of Frank Sinatra’s “Under My Skin” sifted through the open hallways.
On the nightstand to my left was a tall glass of water with two aspirin, a silver tray of assorted bagels, and a note from Michael.
Meredith,
I booked the room for the next few days, since you’ll probably need time to recover.
You’re welcome.
~Michael
I mentally replayed all of our conversations, all of the times he was inside of me and brought me to a climax. I’d never been handled that way, never