TO TEMPT THE BAD BOYS

4: So Mine

MEERA

I didn't stop moving. He didn't stop stalking towards me, his steps slow and unhurried and the corners of his lips raised in a taunting smile.

A gasp left my mouth when my back met the wall. I looked around furtively to see that I had moved into a deserted corner and he was crowding me against the wall.

He was the culprit. I was sure of it. He had killed someone just seven nights ago. The same night I foolishly followed him out and allowed him to f**k me like I was his. And now, he could probably tell that I knew.

What was he going to do to me? Kill me?

The fact that I was right in front of a potential murderer was making my heart race and making goosebumps break out on my skin.

“You should leave,” I told him calmly despite the fact that my heart was pounding and my whole body was shaking. “We no longer have any business together?”

“We don't?” he mussed, eyes searching my face, then my body. His eyes lingered on my hands, now clamped over each other because of how much they were trembling.

“You're trembling,” he pointed out, and he moved even closer till there were practically no distance between us, “why are you trembling, Meera?”

“No… Not… Nothing.” Even my voice was trembling and shaking. It almost felt like I was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. He was right in front of me and he was a murderer who knew that I knew he killed the man in the news.

“Just leave, please.” I couldn't stop the tremors in my voice but the stranger whose name I still didn't know and who was a murderer wouldn't stop staring at me like a predator would stare at a prey he's about to devour and gomble up whole.

“I…”

He raised his hand and I instinctively closed my eyes as he drew closer to my neck. I knew I should scream, shout, and fight but my body was too frozen to do anything. I was instead thinking about my obituary, about who would find my body, about…

His finger touched my face, just below my lips and he slowly trailed a line on it with a softness that shouldn't belong to a murderer. My eyes flew open at the same time he slowly caressed my lips.

“These past days, I've been thinking of doing nothing but filling you up and f*****g you to make up for all the lost days.”

My reactions to his words and the filthy desire in his eyes were instant and embarrassing. My n*****s hardened and my p***y ached. It was unreal: how one minute, I was on the verge of a panic attack and the next minute, my desire was voluminous it felt like a living thing.

“I don't…”

“You don't?” his hand moved and was suddenly wrapped around my neck. He squeezed just enough to make me heady and my eyes water. His other hand grabbed my right boob and squeezed. That tore a whimper from my mouth.

I clamped my mouth shut after that embarrassing sound and his grin only deepened.

“You have no idea the things you make me want to do you, Meera,” there was a dark possessive glint in his voice, one that both annoyed and excited me.

“You have no idea the things you make me want to do to you.”

Then without warning, he turned me around and pressed my front against the wall. My hands braced on the wall as he dragged my office pants down. That was when the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me. I wiggled, trying to break free from his hold but his hold on my lower back kept me in place.

I barely heard his zipper being undone when a smack landed on my ass. I screamed but my scream was soon drowned out by a shaky moan as he filled me up completely.

I moaned and he groaned at the same time. I was still trying to adjust to his size when he started moving and with him, there was nothing like starting slow or building pressure.

He started fast and hard. His thrust both punishing and intense it incinerated everything except the wantom sounds leaving my mouth. My loud moans and his harsh groans filled the room, coupled with the insane obscene clapping sounds that our bodies were making.

“f**k, Meera, you feel so good,” he groaned into my ear while his free hand fondled with my boob, “You like it, don't you? Getting railed like this, in your company with the doors probably still opened and anybody could come in.”

That was true. The doors were still opened. A staff or two were probably still around but I didn't care about any of that. I cared about how deep he could reach, about how good this felt, about the low pressure building in my stomach, about the force of my orgasm that crashed into me and made me slam my palm over my mouth to stifle my screams and cries.

He f****d me through my orgasm, till his built up and he spilled his load into me with a groan and his body collapsing against me. He pulled slowly away and I nearly sank to the ground because my legs felt like jelly.

“Get on your knees,” came his gruff command that I promptly followed. My desire was still a searing fire in me and it felt like I can only put it out by obeying his every command and dancing to his tunes.

I was barely on my knees when he dragged the tip of his d**k over my lips, coating them with his c*m. It was long, veiny, and begging to be licked. I opened my mouth and took him in.

“f**k, Meera.” he groaned and wrapped his hand around my ponytail. He didn't allow me to give him a blow job. He f****d my mouth, buried himself deep in me till tears ran down my eyes, and saliva down my mouth from the sloppiness of his d**k moving in and out.

I knew I was a mess but I strangely loved being this mess. His eyes didn't leave mine all through and the feral possessiveness in his eyes only thrilled me further.

When he came again, it was down my throat while I instinctively swallowed and some dripped down the corners of my mouth.

“So beautiful,” he mussed when he pulled away and tucked himself in. His hand was on my chin and tilting my head up so he could see me clearly, “and so mine.”

His last words cleared the haziness of s*x away from my mind but before it could fully clear, I heard a snapping sound.

His phone was in his hand and he just took a picture of me on my knees and with his c*m on my lips.

What the hell?

“See you around, Little Dove.”

And with that, he walked out of my store, leaving me shaking from both the aftermath of the s*x and anger.