Shattered: A Dark Romance

“You're wet for me, baby girl.” He pulls back enough to flash me a sexy grin as his fingers slip through my folds. He drags my wetness up to my clit, swirling it around my swollen nub.

A moan escapes my lips, and I can't help myself. I've been without him for almost a year and even hate doesn't erase need. And I need him. My body longs for his touch, fire licks across my skin as his fingertips dance along my curves.

A smile plays on his lips as he slips a finger into me while his thumb circles over my clit. “You missed me?” he asks.

“Yeah.” The word leaves my lips in a husky whisper. I’m hot beneath him, my heart racing. Everything else, all the drama and pain has slipped from my mind leaving nothing but this moment, this pleasure.

He picks up the pace, adding a second finger until I’m writhing beneath him. The hand around my throat squeezes tighter, cutting off my air supply and I only grow hotter.

“Show me, baby, show me how much you missed me.” His dark voice drifts over me.

I’m shaking now as he continues, his dirty words filling my ears as one hand wraps around my throat and the other circles my clit. I’m drowning in the sensation, overtaken by the closeness of my release.

“Mik,” he whispers in my ear, and I’m so close I know I’m about to do anything he says to get the release I’m dying for. “Come for me baby,”

I’m surrounded by a foggy haze, there’s nothing but him and I. I crash over the edge of my orgasm with a loud cry and his name on my lips.

“Fuck,” I yell as the sensations start to wind down. The room starts to come back to me, the reality of our situation settles back in. Sweat trickles down my skin and a dull ache grows in my head.

Noah pulls his fingers from me, bringing them to his lips and sucking the taste of me off of them. “Now, baby,” he says, a slight growl to his voice. “Put that fucking ring back on your finger.”

Three Year Earlier

SHE’S FOLLOWING ME, BUT SHE has her arms crossed over her chest and she looks beyond pissed off.

“You’re an asshole, ya know?” she says once she’s caught up to me.

I'm a little more interested in this girl than I'd like to admit. She's different. She's not dressed like the other girls or laughing at all my jokes. She doesn't throw herself at me. Hell, I don't even think she'd be following me if it wasn't for her phone in my pocket.

“So I’m told.” I flash her a grin. Being an asshole comes along with the territory of being rich. It’s almost hereditary. My father is a rich asshole and so am I. It’s not an insult that bothers me.

She huffs at my response, but still she follows me.

My parents live on a huge estate. The house itself, while over 5,000 square feet, only takes up a small percentage of the land they own. I lead Mikaela past the crystal blue pool with the hot tub and waterslide, down past my mother’s garden that anybody but her tends to. We have a huge play area that nobody has touched since I was a child. There’s a gazebo with a small pond that a few people are hanging out in.

Mikaela sighs and huffs as we pass the different areas. “What don’t you have?” she asks under her breath. I turn quickly and her small frame runs directly into me. I grab both of her arms, steadying her.

“Not much.” I answer her question even though I know it was rhetorical.

She sees me as a rich asshole and she’s not the only one, but others fake it better than her. Most people see the power my family has. They want something from us, so they fake their interactions. Bigger smiles, harder laughs. They say what we want to hear in order to get what they want.

Not Mikaela.

She huffs as my hands land on her arms, clearly not thrilled with me. She’s not amused, and I love that.

I like the way her soft skin feels under my touch and though I know she wishes she didn’t, I think she likes the feeling of my hands on her body as well. I can almost feel her heart rate pick up.

She jerks back from me sighing heavily. I know she feels it, whatever this is coursing between us but she's trying to ignore it. She doesn’t want to like me, doesn’t want to feel anything for the type of man she’s against. Disgusted by. She rubs her hands over her arms, probably hoping to rid herself of this feeling.

But I know she felt it too.

“What were you going to show me?” she asks, wrapping her arms tighter around her body as if it's freezing outside in the middle of summer.

I spin on my heels, laughing, leading her deeper back to the line of trees.

“Where are we going?” Her voice is verging on whiny as she trudges behind me.

I lead her farther back away from the party, to the edge of my family’s land.