The elevator car arrived and we stepped on.
Alone. Damn. We were alone, the space stifling, making it hard to breathe. I wanted him already. Then again, I always wanted him.
The second the doors closed he was on me, pinning me to the wall. Hidden from the camera, his lips crushed mine. Hard, controlling, punishing. The way I loved him; the war god of sex. I moaned into his mouth, and I felt his hips flex, pushing his cock into my stomach.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked, pulling away.
I blinked up at him. “What? Andrew came by to apologize for Friday night.”
Nathan growled and reached over to press the stop button and the elevator halted in place. “I can’t believe he was fucking touching you and you were letting him. You’re mine, remember?” He growled, his fingers pushing my skirt up, making their way up inside my thigh, brushing over my panties, and pressing against the thin fabric.
His other hand ripped the flimsy strip of cotton at the side seam before pushing two fingers all the way in my *. My body arched toward his, my hands fisting the fabric on his suit. “I’ll make sure you don’t fucking forget. Don’t ever touch another man again, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I agreed with shaky breath, dropping my bag and purse to the ground.
I moaned when his fingers picked up their pace, pushing me to the edge. He let out a groan as his hands moved to reach behind me and squeeze my ass while he lifted my body off the ground, pressing me against the elevator wall. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to where I needed him.
He moaned, his body tense and hard. “Fuck! What you do to me…”
I felt his hand between us, freeing his cock before pushing deep inside me in one hard stroke.
“Mine!” He growled into my ear as his hips pushed harder with each thrust. “Always being a teasing cock slut.”
It was hard, erratic, and fast. Punishing me for what he perceived to be my wrongdoings against him; taking his anger out on my body.
He was pounding me hard, but when he felt my body unraveling he would change his angle or slow down. He wasn’t going to let me come. My face dropped at the realization.
His whole body tensed, hips thrusting forward one last time, spilling inside me. I whimpered at having been so close, but I knew it was part of my punishment. I was going to suffer all day, and he would make it up to me tonight.
“Let’s see you hide this,” he challenged through his panting breaths. His mouth latched into the flesh just below my ear, sucking on the skin, teeth digging in. When he was done, he pulled at the scarf that was around my neck, concealing his other marks. “Take this off, and don’t put it back on. I want to see who owns that * all day long.”
I shivered and licked my lips. He leaned down and caught my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it before pressing his lips to mine.
He sat my feet back on the ground and straightened my skirt with a smirk before righting himself. I watched him lean down, pick my ruined panties off the ground then slide them into his pocket. The thought of him carrying them around with him all day did contradicting things to me; it was embarrassing and a turn on at the same time.
I could feel the moisture of his come wanting to slide down my leg, and he had destroyed my panties, my only defense at stopping it. I needed to find a bathroom, and soon.
I did a frantic search for any evidence as to what we had been doing and found my hair to be a bit mussed, but the rest of my attire seemed okay. I threw my hair up into a quick ponytail while he hit the button to send the elevator back on its course.
The elevator bay was empty when we arrived. Most weren’t in yet despite the extra time we had spent on the ride up, and I was able to make my getaway to the bathroom. I freshened up and fixed my hair again before I walked to our office with a throbbing *.
It was going to be a long day. I hoped if Andrew came around, he wouldn’t smell Nathan on me again.
CHAPTER 17