Dangerous Notes (Dark Pen)

His hands are on me—one squeezing my breast through my blouse—the other snaking down the front of my slacks to cup my traitorous pussy. I can feel his cock pressing against my lower back as he grinds his body against me.

“Christ, you have a body made for sin,” he growls against my ear.

As if to say thanks, my body explodes in a full body shiver I have no control over.

“I hate you…” I say the words for myself more than anything.

“I don’t hate you,” he replies, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. Those words are bad enough. His next are even worse. “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about how your pussy milked the cum out of me.”

His words are raunchy—but my body likes them.

I try to rally. To fight myself free, but as his lower hand slips inside my pants—his fingers roughly taking possession of my soaking wet core—I know I’m in a losing battle. It’s one thing to fight Atlas. It’s another entirely to fight off the animalistic urges he ignites inside me. God help me. I want him to fuck me more than my next breath.

My head falls backward against his shoulder. It feels like he is sucking the energy out of me because my legs start to buckle underneath me. Sensing that I’m falling, Atlas leans down to scoop my feet off the ground as he carries me back into the bedroom. But he doesn’t stop at the bed. He carries me instead to the seating area of the suite and lowers my feet to the carpet while spinning me around to face away from him again.

His hands are rough as they tear at my clothes. He doesn’t stop until I’m naked—my Halston business suit laying strewn across the floor beneath us.

I try to turn around to help undress him, but his large palm presses against my upper back, forcing me to fall across the back of the cushioned loveseat. The back is high enough that it forces my feet to leave the floor. It makes me feel unsteady and I flail, trying to regain my footing, but that palm of his is now spanking my ass.

Memories of the humiliating and painful spanking he gave the last time I was in this room return. I want to hate this…hate him…but instead, I just push up from the cushion, arching my back off the couch enough so it pushes my bottom out—giving him an even clearer target.

“You’re taking your punishment like such a good girl,” he grinds out, his voice betraying how turned on he is. “Let me help you spread your legs wider so I can spank that pussy of yours too.”

Shit. Why do his words impact me just as much as his body?

I feel his hands on my ankles, lifting me higher so he can spread me open, kneeling on the back of the couch. I lose all track of time passing as he consumes my body—his hands punishing and pleasuring—his tongue licking and sucking. And in between, I hear him taking his clothes off and the tear of what I assume is a condom wrapper.

His hands on my hips yanking me backwards is the only warning I have before he is balls deep inside me. It hurts so good that I release a loud scream that echoes off the walls of the room.

I’m boneless—an inactive participant in this dirty dance. My body is languid, accepting each thrust and hoping for another. Atlas is a man possessed—his hard shaft his weapon. Unlike the day before, he doesn’t come quickly. Instead, he pounds into me hard, then soft. Fast, then slow. Teasing me higher and higher until all I can think of is how much I need to come.

“Atlas…please…”

I hate that he’s made me beg.

His fingers weave through my long hair just before he yanks my entire torso back, forcing me to arch my back as I try to ease the burn at my scalp where he’s pulling my hair.

“Open your eyes,” he demands.

It takes me a few seconds to make my body comply. When I do, I see he’s positioned us right in front of a full-length mirror. The naked couple staring back at me are like strangers. When Atlas resumes pumping his cock in and out of my body, it’s as if I have a front row seat to a live porn show, and I have to admit, the couple staring back at me is breathtaking.

My breasts are swinging to the rhythm, my whole body is flushed. My hair is wild, my lips plump.

But it’s the sight of Atlas that finally pushes me into the strongest orgasm of my life. His body is perfection—particularly the part currently buried inside me. Watching him in the mirror as he roars his completion feels a little like a gift.