Falling for the Killer

Little gasps, but nothing else. I couldn’t lose myself, even if I was doing something insane. This man was a stranger, and never once, not in my entire life, did I ever let myself do anything remotely like this. I was a good girl, I did what was expected, even if I hated it and rebelled sometimes. It was all I ever knew, but Gian, god, Gian, he made me feel something I didn’t know was there.

He lifted me like I was nothing, this hulking man, and I wrapped my legs around him as he pinned me against the window. His cock slid deep inside as he lowered me down and I gasped and shivered, my head thrown back.

He kissed my neck. “Did you come to this party tonight thinking you’d get fucked by the most handsome man you’d ever seen?” he asked as he began to thrust in and out slowly.

“Yes,” I said, panting, cheeks red. “But unfortunately I had to settle.”

He grinned and bit my lip then fucked me harder. I moaned and let him have me, his hands gripping my ass, feeling flesh that hadn’t been grabbed before. I chewed on my cheek to keep from screaming his name, to keep from making any noise as all, as he ravished me, took me there in the empty lounge at the top of the tower, overlooking all of the city.

He pulled out and let me down, then turned me, pressing me against the glass. It was cold against my breasts, and I pushed back with my palms as he slipped inside from behind me. He leaned over, one hand reaching around to my tease my clit as he fucked me from behind.

“You’re tense,” he whispered, running a hand down my back, then slapped my ass. “You don’t have to be afraid, my hot Ash. I just want to make you feel good.”

“I told you,” I said, and bit back a moan as he filled me deep. “I’m going to be married to another man.”

“Do you love him?” Gian asked.

I looked over my shoulder and shook my head. “No,” I said. “I don’t.”

“Then you don’t have to worry about this,” he said, kissing me. “This can be whatever you want it to be.”

He took me from behind and I groaned, the craziest sound I’d ever made. His fingers did their job, rolling along my clit, and when I nearly came, he turned me again. He caressed my cheek then I licked myself from his fingers before he lifted me again, and he fucked me like that, staring into my eyes. He said my name, growled it again and again, and his thick cock made me wild with pleasure, crazy with need, his muscular arms holding me, gripping my ass, his lips kissing my neck, his teeth biting my lips, and everything driving me wild, god, so wild, until I finally came in a long, incredible, percussive burst of pleasure as he rocked into me, again and again. I still held back, wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t make too much noise, and my skin flushed pink from the exertion.

He growled his delight and kept going, faster and faster, until I felt him finish deep between my legs, deep inside of me with a guttural moan.

I slid down, adjusted my underwear and my dress, and sat on the floor. He put himself away and joined me. I leaned against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me, hugging me close.

“Temporary insanity,” I whispered.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“All this,” I said, gesturing at him. “Temporary insanity. That’s what I’ll say, if anyone finds out.”

He laughed softly. “Nobody has to know,” he said, and kissed my hair. “I can keep a secret. Though you’re not a secret I want to keep.”

“Try anyway,” I said, and leaned my head back with a sigh.

I didn’t want to marry Stuart. I didn’t want anything to do with that asshole, with his family, with that life, but I had no other choice. My family would disown me and I didn’t know any other way. I couldn’t make money, not really, not with my silly arts degree from my cute little private women’s college. I was a mess, a complete and total mess, and I’d just slept with a gorgeous, incredible stranger, just had the best and maybe only orgasm of my entire life, and I felt flooded with desire and anger and confusion and dizzy with Gian.

He stood up and stretched. I admired his body as he got himself together, put the tie back on, then the jacket. I got to my feet and adjusted myself, cleaned up in my reflection in the window, and caught him watching with a strange, admiring look in his eyes. I’d never noticed someone look at me like that before.

“What?” I asked, smiling a little.