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I screamed and scratched my nails down his back as he thrust into me roughly. Feeling him fill me again was like scratching itchy skin after you’re told not to… sweet pain that leaves you tingling sensation.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, “Why are you feeling this good?” he asked through gritted teeth, thrusting his hips more powerfully like he was trying to punish me.
Grabbing his hair, I pulled him toward me, “Fuck me harder,” I whispered.
And he did…
I wasn’t even sure if I could walk when he was done with me. Thankfully, he was gentleman enough to continue in bed…
“Will you tell me the story behind this tattoo?” I whispered, tracing the letters on his skin, biting my lip to stop smiling as I felt his cock twitched beneath my fingertips.
“I got my first tattoo when I was sixteen and by the age of twenty, all my tattoos were in their places except this one. Also, I had piercings on my eyebrow, my lip, my tongue, and my earlobe. I looked like a rebel, even though I was so successful in college. I was the best, but even my teachers were drawing an invisible line between me and them. Then, I graduated from college, started to apply for jobs and each of them went great till the interviews. They were so impressed with my file, inviting me to an interview, but the moment they saw me, everything changed. I don’t even remember how many times I’ve been rejected,” he told me. I couldn’t even think of how hard it must have been for him. Even though I was rejected for five positions, my experiences were never this judgmental.
“I’m so sorry you’ve been through this,” I whispered.
“All in the past now. Anyway… as a final chance, I applied for the only job I could find. It was in a small company… not even a company, it was like a small office. There was a boss, Mark Hopkins, he was an old man, and two other employees. The office was like storage space –no windows, lots of corners, it was always dark. I hated that place, but I didn’t hate working there,” I heard the smile in his voice.
“Wait… lots of corners? No windows? Is this the reason why you decorated your company building the way it is?” I looked him in the eye, feeling a sudden urge to kiss away his fears.
“Smart little thing, aren’t you?” he snorted, but stopped me from asking any more question by saying, “Do you want to hear the rest of the story?”
“Yep, go on. You still didn’t say anything about the tattoo,” I said, resting my head back on his chest.
“I gave my file to Mark Hopkins and he hired me on the spot, even before checking my file. I was shocked, because in reality I didn’t have any hope of getting the job. I questioned him and he said, ‘When I hire someone, I look inside, because at the end, that’s what matters’. I thought he was talking about the file, but he said he saw what he needed to see in my eyes. That touched me in a way and I worked long hours, without any time off for him. The company grew bigger, but he spent that money on his employees only, not himself… not even for a new office. I worked for him for a year and by the end of that year, I had a hundred thousand dollars in my bank account and a name people wanted on their projects. Mark Hopkins helped me that day, gave me my career,” he said, his voice was raspy, with emotions, I assumed.
“Such a good and motivating story… wow… but I still have one question.”
“Ask.”
“Why the hell did you get it tattooed just above your dick for fuck’s sake?!” I asked and he laughed so hard at one point he started to make some weird noises, I couldn’t help but join him.
When he got his breathing under control, “God! You’re something else Melody Crown… I haven’t thought about it like that… it was my most intimate memory, I think. I didn’t let myself forget it and I-” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. Curious, I lift myself up on my elbows, looking at him with questions in my eyes.
He swallowed, “And I didn’t tell this story to anyone,” he said, eyes intense, making me blush without reason.
“So… this was the most intimate place I could get it tattooed, I think,” he shrugged, distancing himself from me… emotionally.
“Is this why you hired me?” I whispered, getting his attention back on me, “Because you saw I was hopeless, too? Because you saw I needed this job?” I added.
“Yes… and no,” he sighed after thinking a few seconds. I waited for him to continue and he did.
“I read your file and you really deserved that position… even better than that position. I wanted to give you, an inexperienced newly grad, a chance… so on that point, yes. But also no… because the moment you came into my office, the moment I learned you were my stepsister, I wanted you. I wanted to have you… even though this was so foreign to me –wanting the same woman again, but you being forbidden… just turned me on more,” he rasped.
“Pervert,” I teased.
Pulling me on top of him, he said, “You like it,” before thrusting his already hard cock between my legs, making me want him again like a true sex addict…
But I was an addict. Only, my addiction wasn’t sex. My addiction was him… that was scaring me and I had no idea what to do about that.
I woke up alone in his bed. Putting a t-shirt on, I searched for Kellan. He was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. He seemed deep in thought, didn’t even notice I was here.
“Good morning,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his naked torso, putting kisses from his one shoulder to the other.
I felt complete when I was near him, something inside me was coming to the edge of bursting whenever his eyes touched mine. He turned to face me, lifting me on the counter.
“They’re inviting us for dinner,” he said, playing with the end of my hair, twirling it around his finger.
“Who?”
