Chasing Love (Dark Love 1)

I’m lost, drowning in a pool of pleasure. My hands are running through his hair, guiding his head as he tastes me. As I open my eyes to watch him, the sparkle in my ring nearly blinds me. Like a splash of cold water, reality is staring at me, judging me for my poor decisions.

I push him away, creating distance.

“Fuck you, Lex. You don’t own me,” I shout with uneven breaths.

“I’m taking back what’s mine.”

He latches onto my waist, pulling me back to him. I moan loudly, the fabric of my dress sliding above my thighs in a mad rush. Lex clasps his hand around my panties, a tight grip as he growls into my ear. Pushing them aside, he plunges his fingers inside me, my scream echoing in the room. Biting into his shoulder, he pushes his fingers deeper, relishing in the pool of wetness surrounding me.

Every thrust is bringing me closer, my moans expelling at a fast pace. I’m almost there, begging him to finish to the end, but all of a sudden, the thrusting stops.

My chest, still heaving, begins to slow down. Opening my eyes, I demand to ask him why he stopped. Staring into my eyes with forbidden lust, he raises his fingers to my mouth, smothering my lips with my own desire.

What a dirty bastard.

Running his tongue along my bottom lip, he tastes all of me that’s left, leaving me wanting more of him. My hands drop to his waist, fumbling with his belt. I need his cock to ease the fire that’s ravaging through me.

Just one time, that’s all I need.

One time.

There’s a commotion near the door, and in sheer panic, we pull away from each other as I straighten my dress, double-checking my breasts are positioned back behind the fabric.

A janitor opens the door to the kitchen, pushing his mop and bucket.

“Apologies, sir. I was sent to clean the floor.”

“That’s fine, you can continue,” Lex orders, barely able to speak.

I quickly head out the door without a goodbye.

You can do it, Charlie, just walk away and pretend it never happened. But Lex is quick, pulling me back to him and pinning me against the wall.

“We’re not finished, not until my cock has been inside every part of you, and only I’ll be the one to touch you. You understand that, Charlotte? You belong to me. You are mine and always were.” I close my eyes

as he trails kisses down my neck. “This dress, Charlotte, what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing you haven’t wanted since the moment we saw each other at the restaurant,” I tell him, unable to catch my breath.

He stops kissing me and lowers his eyes to meet mine.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Charlotte.” His intense stare rattles me, the anger driving his eyes to shades of black. “It’s not since the moment I saw you in the restaurant, but since the last time I saw you on the cliff top.”

The memory comes barreling like a cyclone ready to destroy.

How easily you forget.

How easily the pain subsides by the touch of his lips on your own.

He broke you, Charlie.

Broke what you had even though he promised never to hurt you.

He chose someone else.

I need to hurt him the same way he did to me.

“Don’t fucking do this, Lex. What happened back there meant nothing. It was just the curiosity of what it would feel like again. Don’t go reading more into this.” I pull away from him, suddenly finding my strength. “Yes, Lex, I’d have fucked you because I was turned on… plain and simple. I’ve fucked you before, so I know what I’m in for, but it would’ve been a mistake if we did. You’re nothing to me. My fiancé will be back tomorrow, and I plan to marry him. I’m not yours, and the quicker you realize that, the better.”