Breach: The Boxset (6 page)

CHAPTER 6

Nathan continued his foul mood the rest of the afternoon, but once in a while I caught him looking at me again. Though I would almost call it a glare at that point. Kelly never made it back to continue her flirting, but she did stop by to tell me when my meeting was scheduled.

It was almost six when I finished up the contract I was working on, and it seemed Nathan was almost done as well. It wasn’t worth getting started on another one, so I decided to call it a night, packing up and heading to the elevator. I left him working, without saying goodbye or waiting.

It was just my luck, though, that when I was getting out of my car, his own pulled in three spots down from mine. I refused to acknowledge him as we entered the lobby. My eyes avoided Thorne as I greeted Mike, the night guard, and I stayed as far away as possible as I pushed the button to call for the elevator. The air around us was charged as we waited, making me anxious. The ping alerted us to the arriving elevator and we stepped on together, each hitting the button for our respective floors.

As the doors slid closed, I kept my eyes trained to the front, but in the smooth metal, I saw him lean down toward me. I held my breath.

His mouth stopped an inch from my ear, his voice low and mocking. “Were you jealous?”

I tried to hide how he affected me, but the small, jagged breath I took was a telltale sign. “No,” I replied, trying to keep my voice aloof and indifferent.

“You shouldn’t be. I don’t want them, and I don’t want you either.” His words stung, even though I knew why he said them—to push me away. “No,” he whispered even lower, his fingers reaching out to play with a stray lock of my hair, tortured tones replacing all others. “That’s not true, is it? I don’t want to want you, but I do. I fucking crave you, but I can’t…I can’t give in.” He stepped closer, and the current that passed between us grew stronger, want taking over every part of me. “Please, Lila, push me away.” His body leaned into mine, his lips running along the column of my neck. “Don’t let me take you again.”

He was so close that I could breathe in his intoxicating scent. It made my legs shake and threaten to collapse out from under me. An inch apart was too far. I needed to feel him pressed against me.

“I can’t stop you. I want you too much.” I turned toward him, my hand resting on his chest. “You’ve given me a taste, and now I want more. I
need
more.”

I lifted my eyes to meet his. The longing I’d heard in his voice melted from his face and turned to anger.

“Fuck.” He backed away from me. “No. Don’t say that.”

I pulled on his tie, bringing his face down to mine, my lips ghosting his. We were so close. “You’re like a drug, and I’m going through withdrawal.” My tongue snuck out, lapping against his lips. “I need your help.”

My hand slid down, grasping his thick cock through his pants. I was being forward, a trait I wasn’t used to, but figured it was because I knew he wanted me, and I needed him. He was reacting, his body rocking, pushing him harder into my hand as he released a deep breath, so I kept going. When his head lifted and his eyes met mine, heat rushed through me. His eyes were dark, wild, and clouded with lust, and I knew I was going to get what I wanted.

The elevator pinged, signaling we’d reached my floor. The war that raged within played out on his face. He wanted to follow me, but the part that was pushing me away, kept him inside. The doors started to close, separating us, and his eyes widened before jumping through to join me.

His hands gripped my waist, as his mouth latched onto my neck while he pressed his erection into me. We stumbled down the hall like that to my condo. My body lit up with each step, the excitement of him soon being inside me causing a flood in my panties. I was drunk on him.

My fingers fumbled with the lock, unable to get the key in due to the distraction of his chest molding to my backside. With a few more tries, the door unlocked and we stumbled through. I turned, and his lips captured mine, walking me back until I was pinned against the wall. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I want your hands and lips on me. You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Mr. Thorne.”

“Fuck.” His teeth nipped at my jaw. “What about my cock?”

“I want it in my pussy where it fucking belongs.” I wondered where my assertiveness was coming from. Who was the woman speaking through me?

“I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” His voice was low and rough. “You make me so hard; you better be ready to work your ass off for my come.”

“More,” I begged. My hands worked at undoing the buttons on his shirt as his hands moved to my ass, pulling me harder against him and his cock. I whimpered, my head dropping to his chest, panting with my need for him.

He snickered. “Excited, my little whore? Yes, that’s what you are, letting me fuck you the way I do. You know that’s not good, letting me punish you. My cock wants to be down your throat, inside your pussy, and,” he paused, his grip on my ass tightening, “in your ass. You tease me with it every fucking day.”

I’d never done anything like that before—the idea was scary to me, but somehow I knew I’d do it…for him.

I was able to get his dress shirt unbuttoned, but when I went to untuck the undershirt, he stopped me, moving my hands further down to his belt instead. Odd, but I didn’t ask. As soon as the zipper was down, I slid my hand in and wrapped it around his hot, silky cock. I pumped him a few times before I moved to my knees, lowering his pants as I went. I leaned forward, my tongue peeking out and licking around the head before taking him into my mouth.

His hips began to move in small thrusts, a groan leaving him. “That’s it, take it all. I’ll fuck your mouth until I come, and you’ll fucking swallow all of it. Do you understand?”

I moaned around him, slipping him out from my lips. “Fuck, you have such a filthy mouth.”

“You think you own my cock, don’t you?” He slapped the head of his cock against my cheek, running it along my bottom lip. “You don’t, little whore. You don’t own it, but you
will
take it.” He shrugged off his suit jacket, pushing my head back down his length. His fingers unknotted his tie before gripping my hair as his pace picked up.

With a sudden movement, both of his hands were pushing my head down on his shaft. I gagged at the intrusion, causing Nathan to hiss and moan in response.

“Get your ass up here and let me fuck you the way you love it: hard, fast, and dirty. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He was taunting me.

I couldn’t protest. He was right. It
was
what I wanted. Caught in his seductive spell, eager for what the next pleasure to come, for what he was going to give me.

“It’s what I want. To stretch you open and have your pussy suck me back in.” His fingers moved down my jaw, grasping on to the back of my neck and pulling me, his lips devouring mine.

He proceeded to rid me of my clothes, yanking my shirt off and pushing my panties to the ground.

“Oh, God!” I cried out as he leaned down, his teeth biting onto my cloth-covered nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

“Not God, baby…
Nathan
. That’s the name you’ll be screaming when you come.” He unclasped my bra, sending it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, leading me into the living room. I stared at him as we walked, noticing he was still wearing his shirt and pants, which he slid down to his knees as he sat down and leaned back. One hand pushed his cock upright, while the other guided me over, steadying me as I straddled his hips.

Once there, his fingers pinched my nipple, then moved down between us, past my clit, and found the moisture that had settled and pooled at my core. A throaty groan ripped through me the instant his finger slipped inside.

He let out a groan. “You’re so fucking wet. Was this from sucking my cock?” He pulled his fingers from me, then swirled and dragged my dripping juices straight to my puckered ass. A light pressing of his fingers made my eyes widen. “You’re so uptight and frigid. I should warm you up, then shove my cock in your ass. Fucking shoot my load up there.”

His fingers flitted, dancing around at my opening, and I had never felt so wanton, so dirty. My hips were moving against him, the tip of his cock hitting my clit each time and making me beg for more.

“Maybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Have my come all over your body.”

“Please. I want everything you want to give me.” I should have been ashamed, but there wasn’t room for any reaction except pure, unadulterated lust and filthy desire for him and his words.

His fingers pushed back up into my pussy, his thumb hooking onto his cock and pressing it against my clit. I leaned forward, one hand braced next to his head as I drew in a shuddering breath.

“That’s it, baby, you love my cock deep inside you. You need me to fill you.” His eyes were twisted, dark, and so fucking glorious. I was transfixed, and I was hanging on to every word. He was beyond aroused. It seemed it wasn’t just about punishment for him anymore—it was about self-medication and numbing his mind, drowning out his ghosts.

One finger slipped out and back, sliding just inside the entrance, tempting me and sucking me into his world. I wanted to be part of it, be part of his soul. He was my God, and I worshipped him.

“Have you ever had a cock up here?” he asked. I shook my head, my body crying out for him to shove his cock inside me. “Don’t lie to me, slut.”

I shook my head again. “None…j-just a dildo. Now stop teasing me, and fuck me!”

He grinned up at me, licking his lips. “You’re a naughty little slut. I’ll show you what it feels like to have a cock shoved up there. Soon.” He pulled his fingers from me, his weeping cock released and landing back down on his stomach. “That is fucking sexy, the thought of you stuffed everywhere with a vibrator. You love that, don’t you?”

“Y–yes,” I stammered.

“My cock likes the sound of that, and,” his gaze moved down, “so does your pretty little pussy.”

I almost cried with joy when he lined up his cock, but screamed out in pleasure when he slammed me down hard as he pushed up, filling me in one swift movement. My hands moved to his chest for support, while his held my hips in a painful grip, almost bone crushing.

“Damn, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, squeezing me.” He let out a loud groan, then lifted me up and pulled me back down.

“Deeper,” I moaned.

“Deeper?” He slowed down and kept his cock at my entrance.

“Fucking tease.” I let all my weight relax so he was filling me again.

“Nobody tells me how to do this shit.” He flipped us over, pounding me into the couch. My head rolled back, my eyes fluttering close. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me. Take me all the way in. I’m not going to stop until you’re coming while screaming how much you fucking love it.”

I smirked at him, he was so full of himself in that moment. His hooded eyes watched, transfixed, as his cock disappeared into my pussy with each thrust. His jaw was tight and there was a constant look of furious concentration, as if he was driving his demons out of him with each movement.

He growled. “That is a fucking spectacular view. I could watch it all fucking day.”

I was buzzing, my muscles tightening, signaling I was close. Nathan must’ve felt it as well.

“Come on, slut, come all over my cock. Come!”

I screamed out his name, my nails digging into his arms, back arching as I convulsed around him.

His relentless pounding didn’t let up as I came down—it increased. Curses flew from his mouth, the slapping sound of skin filling the room. His sexy sighs, his tortured look as he stared at his cock pumping into me, and his declarations of, “Fuck, that’s the shit I love,” set me on fire.

I loved watching him, knowing that I was the one making him come apart at the seams.
Me
. I was the one. Not Jennifer, Kelly, or Tiffany. Me.

His eyes met mine, and there was an emotion I’d never seen before emitting from them. It was strong and overpowering. He leaned down and captured my lips, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me close.

My head couldn’t wrap itself around the enigma that was Nathan Thorne.