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“I didn’t break them.”
“Pardon me?” I sit up, propped up on my elbow. “Pretty sure on our honeymoon you violated me in ways that would absolutely constitute as breaking the rules.”
“Violated,” he repeats the word and smiles, reaching out to run his thumb over my bottom lip. “Is that what I did to you?” I dart my tongue out to touch his finger. “For the record, you violated yourself, darling. I simply watched.”
“That’s all you did was watch? What about after?” I crawl over to where he’s lying and swing my leg over the top of him. I grab his hands and pin them up over his head like he did to me before. “Care to share with the room what happened between yourself and your hand when you left me alone in the bedroom?”
His dark, hooded eyes study mine. “You really shouldn’t tease me, Stella.”
I grip his wrists tighter, leaning forward so my breasts are pressed against his chest. “And what are you going to do about it, Atlas?” He stares at me but he makes no effort to make a move. I release his wrists, removing my leg from him and flopping back down on the bed. “Allll talk,” I mutter half to myself.
“If you knew who you were dealing with”—he reaches over and smacks my ass so loud it reverberates around the room—“you would watch your tongue.”
“Ow!” I push his hand away. “So…” I roll onto my back again, turning the conversation away from anything sexual since clearly I’ll just be left frustrated and unsatisfied. “What do you do for fun? You said you don’t go bowling, you don’t go to the movies. Do you have a secret hobby nobody knows about or are you a big gamer nerd behind closed doors?”
“Nothing. I do nothing for fun.”
“That’s sad. Everyone needs an outlet.” I stare at the ceiling, thinking about mine and how much I miss it. I close my eyes, imagining being back at Freddy’s. I can almost feel that warmth of the spotlight on my eyelids.
Without warning he rolls toward me, grabbing me around the waist with one hand, the other around my neck, and kisses me. I’m still for a second, my hands frozen stiff against his chest. I expect him to roll away and tell me that’s to shut me up or that he’s going for a walk or to do some work. But he doesn’t. He kisses me harder, deeper, longer than he ever has before. His body is over mine, his hips pressing up and against me, hitting my clit as my thighs fall open to him.
“I need to feel you,” he grunts into my neck as his hands slide beneath my shirt, cupping my breasts. He sits up, pulling me with him in one swift motion. Seconds later my shirt is on the floor, his fingers teasing my nipples as he bites down on my bottom lip. His fingers slip beneath one strap, pulling it till it falls off my shoulder. He doesn’t stop. He traces the edge of the strap till he reaches the corner of my bra cup and tugs it down slowly.
“Ohh,” he says in the most delicious way possible, like he’s about to fall to his knees and worship me. “You have the most delicious tits.” He wraps his mouth around my nipple, twirling his tongue around the tip before biting down and making me gasp. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, pulling down the other cup to repeat the process on my other breast.
“Don’t stop,” I groan, my hands in his hair as my back arches forward. He teases my nipples, licking and biting them as his hands hold my waist, pulling me down hard against his erection.
“Wait,” he says, his movements stilling. “We shouldn’t.” He pushes me off his lap and back onto the bed. “We can’t.”
“Why?” I cover my breast, feeling vulnerable.
“I have nothing to offer you, Stella, besides that contract.” His words sound almost pained, like he wishes things were different.
“I don’t need anything,” I say, reaching for him. “It can just be what it is, whatever happens between us.”
He looks down at where my hand holds his. He shakes his head, stepping away and walking out the motel room door.
Chapter 14
Atlas
Islam the door, walking down the sidewalk as the rain pelts my body. I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. Until Stella, I have never craved or needed a woman so carnally before that I can’t control myself. My body aches to feel her, to hold her, to kiss her, but right now, all I want to do is fuck her mercilessly. I walk to the end of the row of rooms, standing in the pouring rain for a few seconds before turning back and marching toward the room.
I swing the door open so hard it bangs against the wall behind it, then closes. Stella jumps, her arm across her bare breast as the other holds her bra. I cross the room, my hands in her hair as I devour her mouth. I press her against the wall behind us, lifting her body till her legs wrap around my waist.
“Wh—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I say between kisses, slowing down our pace so I can enjoy her lips. I step away from the wall, turning around so that I can lay her on the bed. Her dark hair pools around her body, her tits bouncing when she hits the mattress. I reach down, grabbing both of them in my hands. “I have imagined your tits a thousand times and they are so perfect it’s unreal.” I lean in and suck on her nipples. “Pure fucking torture knowing,” I mutter, thinking about how I’ll ever be able to resist her again.
“Kiss me.” She reaches out toward me, tugging on my shirt. I oblige, leaning down to kiss her again. She brushes my damp hair from my face, her eyes staring into mine, the little mewls she makes into my mouth as her body writhes beneath mine driving me crazy. She grabs the hem of my shirt, tugging to get it up and over my head. Her hands are immediately on my chest, her nails sending tingles down my spine as she drags them over my chest and down my belly toward my belt.
“I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly”—I grab her hands, sliding them above her head—“so deeply you’re going to be helpless against me.” I lean down and bite her nipple. “Your slick little cunt is going to take however much cock I want to give you.”
“Yes, please.” She arches her back, tugging against my wrists. I release her, sitting up so I can reposition her. I grab her legs behind her knees, placing them on either side of me before tugging her closer to the edge of the bed. I stand, reaching down to slowly unzip her pants, sliding them down over her hips. I admire her almost naked body, her white lace thong panties sitting high on her full hips.
“Jesus Christ.” I run my hand over my jaw, my mouth watering at the smell of her arousal. I place one knee on the bed, leaning forward on my arm to kiss her. I don’t stop this time. I drag my tongue and lips down her neck and between her breasts. I reach her belly, my cock begging for release as I reach the edge of her panties. Her hips lift as if she’s trying to reach any part of me for friction.
“I want to prolong this for as long as possible, baby.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, her hips doing that little lift to assist me as I drag them slowly down her legs. “I want to spend hours.” I kiss her thigh. “Days.” I kiss her again. “Weeks worshipping your cunt.” I slide her knees open, her pussy lips spreading open for me. She gasps when I lean down, sliding my tongue right up her center, pressing it inside her so I can drown my tongue in her juices.
