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“I know—he had the house. This one. There was nothing else.” Nate sits up and stares at me. His lips mash together and he slams his hands on the table. “Damn it! I hate this, Kerry. I don’t know what the hell to do. I can’t stand the thought of my mother being unfaithful, but here I am—living proof she screwed some other guy. The fact that it’s that Ferro douche-bag makes it so much worse.” He’s up pacing before he finishes speaking. “I don’t want their money. I don’t want anything to do with them.”
This is really weird. Growing up in New York, I heard rumors about the Ferros all the time—it would've been impossible not to hear stuff. Everyone seems fascinated by the Ferro family, and they can't seem to stay out of the news for one reason or another. But I never expected to find a tie to them in Texas, let alone something like this.
Nate is the secret Ferro bastard baby. As far as I know, there are no other illegitimate children despite Mr. Ferro’s philandering for decades and fucking multiple fertile young women. Nate is a few years older than Jonathan Ferro, closer to Peter’s age. He has brothers, half-brothers.
“Nate?” He turns to look at me, wild-eyed. “What did Peter want?”
“I don’t know. To make sure I got the letter, I suppose.”
I nod slowly. “I wish I knew what to say to make it better. God knows I’d douse myself with a good shot of it too. Then everything bad would disappear and we could be happy.”
Nate walks over to me without the slightest hesitation and presses his lips to mine. He tangles his fingers in my hair and firmly holds me in place. After the day I've had, I want to get lost in him. The desperate nature of his kiss makes it more carnal and raw. He forces his tongue into my mouth and then takes a few steps forward, slamming me into the wall.
Don’t think. Just feel.
The heat coming off his body is intense. The scent of him fills my head as I grab his shirt and pull him closer. The kiss feels frantic and it’s impossible to breathe. My heart races harder as his hands drop to the hem of the oversized shirt and slip beneath it. His warm palms are on my stomach and then my back. He slips them up and pulls me closer to him as he does it, never breaking the kiss.
Nate tastes every crevice of my mouth and every time I try to take control of the kiss he forces me back. When his teeth nip my lip, I squeak a little yelp. An erotic smile spreads across his lips for a moment. “Do that again.” He says the words while pressing his lips against my mouth.
When I don’t reply, he nips me and the sound repeats. Nate pulls away for half a second and looks up and down at me. I’m against the kitchen wall, huffing like a beast. Things weren’t supposed to happen this way. I bought lingerie. It’s still in the bag under the table.
Through jagged breaths, Nate manages to ask, “Tell me how you want it. Gentle, slow?”
I shake my head. “No. I want…” I suck in air and feel my breasts rise, swelling as my body fills with lust.
Nate steps toward me, his eyes darkening, the flash of blue burning bright. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you—rough, raw, and messy. I don’t want gentle. Not now.”
Nate grins wolfishly and I gasp as he crushes me to the wall, kissing me harder than before. There’s nothing slow or gentle about it. He’s angry, and so am I. I want to be with him and this mood suits me well. All the emotions I’ve had trapped beneath the surface can rush out. I don’t have to hold back, not with him.
Nate paws at my shirt until he rips it off and tosses it on the floor. The bra follows and I stay there, topless, pinned to the wall by his hard body. He forces his knee between my legs and dips his head to that spot on my neck. His hands cover my breasts as his thumbs find my nipples. He squeezes them hard, making me cry out. The sensation is intense and shoots straight between my legs. When he raises his head from my neck, he lowers his body, trailing kisses down my throat and to my breast. His lips suck as his tongue flicks and I tip my head back and cry out. My nails claw the wall as he teases me. After he sucks, flicks, and nips each breast, his tongue travels further down my chest, past my stomach and stops at my waist. Without warning, Nate tugs the waistband on the sweats and yanks them off with my panties in one movement.
I’m standing in his kitchen naked, pressed to the wall. Nate rises and reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them and then lowering the zipper. I’ve not done it standing up, not like this. The lights are on and the windows are open allowing plenty of daylight to pour into the room. There’s no hiding under covers, no careful, slow, exploration. That’s for another time.
I reach for the hem of his shirt and tug it hard, pulling him toward me. “Fuck me, Nate. Make me forget my name. Make me scream for more.”
A wicked grin spreads across his lips as he reaches into his pants and frees his hard shaft. He moans into my ear when he reaches for me. His lips are hot, and his voice is heavy with lust, “I love it when you talk like that.”
He pulls a condom from his pocket and rips it open with his teeth. His knee forces apart my thighs and I find myself on my tippy-toes trying to rub against him. I’m so hot, and I want to be touched so badly. I writhe against his jeans for a moment and then let out a frustrated sigh. “Nate.”
He answers in my ear, “Yeah baby?”
“I want you.” I start to beg him. I don’t plan to, it just happens.
Nate grabs my thigh with one hand and hooks my leg on his hip. With his other hand, he puts on the protection and positions himself low. There are no probing fingers, no gentle foreplay. It’s straight to fucking. I tip my head back and try not to be impatient, but he’s right there. When he stands, I feel him slide inside and gasp. He fills me and then some, pressing me in a way I haven't felt before. I pant and wrap my legs around his waist to try and hold myself in place. Nate catches my thighs in his hands and shifts me up, which makes me come down hard, and forces me to take all of him at once.
I make a high-pitched noise and then melt into him, eyes closed, lips parted, a coy smile on my face.
He grins, “You like that?”
I look at him through hooded eyes. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
I bite my lower lip and know he won’t move until I ask. He has the power, but he keeps giving it back to me at pivotal points. I like it. I want to say things, things I’d never say to anyone else. I start rocking my hips as I speak, “Don’t move.”
Nate groans and tips his head back. His eyes close for a second and his fingers dig into my legs. I slowly rock against him, pivoting my hips, and making cooing sounds each time. I want more. The slight, controlled movements backfire, making me want to ride him harder and feel him deeper. I whisper into his ear, telling him all the dirty things I want to do to him.
