Breach

 Hands.They were punishing. He grabbed my waist with a feral grip, pulling me to him hard while he thrust into me even harder. The way we both needed it.There would be bruises in the morning from where his hands found purchase, but I didn’t mind.The day was the same as the one before as he took from my body, my heart, and my soul. In return, he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.His hands moved up my thighs, his long, slender fingers playing my body, bending me to his will. They were a delicious torture, much like his words.His lips sucked at my neck, teeth digging in, making my eyes roll back. Another mark.I grinned. He loved marking me, and I loved hiding them from people. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure.My tongue ran up the column of his neck before I found the perfect location to mark him as well. The spot I chose, ju

 I spent the following weeks trying to work out the enigma that was Nathan Thorne, but to no avail. After his mood-altering comments, he had escaped, returning sometime later as the man I’d known up to that point. With careful glances, I watched the way he interacted with others, but there was no hint of the pain I’d seen in his beautiful features.Whatever plagued him was hidden well under his charismatic personality and good looks. The one glimpse I’d been privy to kept me up at night. What an odd thing for a man like him to say.I should’ve been more concerned with the fact that I was losing sleep over a man I couldn’t get along with—something I couldn’t afford as I already didn’t sleep much—and he’d become the star in all of my fantasies.“Morning,” I said with a yawn as I trudged in on Friday, the end of Nathan’s third week with Holloway and Holloway.Not that I was counting.“Coffee?” he asked, holding a cup toward me.I eyed the cup before glaring at him. “Is it poi

 Sunday fell upon me before I knew it, and I found myself at home, cleaning an already spotless home. I’d lost most of Saturday to a glorious, deep sleep, waking up just after noon.Now, I was dancing around to the radio in my tank top and some lounge pants, my hair up in a messy bun. It was unusual for me to leave the house on Sundays, but when I did, I was often dressed in something similar. After all, I needed to feel comfortable after being in a suit all week.The sun was shining, and I contemplated taking a walk, maybe down to the circle, as it was a warm day. Perhaps I’d stop at the coffee shop or head over to the mall for a movie. Then again, I could always find something on the movie channels, maybe make some popcorn.A loud, incessant fist pounding on my front door startled me, and I ran to answer it. I released the deadbolt and pulled open the door to find Nathan standing in my doorway, his expression wild.“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as soon as he saw

 Nathan continued his foul mood the rest of the afternoon, but once in a while I caught him looking at me again. Though I would almost call it a glare at that point. Kelly never made it back to continue her flirting, but she did stop by to tell me when my meeting was scheduled.It was almost six when I finished up the contract I was working on, and it seemed Nathan was almost done as well. It wasn’t worth getting started on another one, so I decided to call it a night, packing up and heading to the elevator. I left him working, without saying goodbye or waiting.It was just my luck, though, that when I was getting out of my car, his own pulled in three spots down from mine. I refused to acknowledge him as we entered the lobby. My eyes avoided Thorne as I greeted Mike, the night guard, and I stayed as far away as possible as I pushed the button to call for the elevator. The air around us was charged as we waited, making me anxious. The ping alerted us to the arriving elevator a

 We pulled up to our building, and I stumbled out of the car. My body lit up at his closeness, then I felt his hands on me, hoisting me up in the air and over his shoulder.“Nathan, put me down, damn it. I can walk,” I whined as he moved us into the building.I pounded on his back with my fists as he greeted the night guard, but my attention was diverted by the fine ass in front of me. I could not—and did not—want to contain the urge to grab it, so I did. He yelped in surprise as he stepped onto the elevator. I smacked it, and his grip on me tightened.I could feel the growl in his chest, there was no doubt about it. Wetness began to pool from the sound and the anticipation of what he might do to me this time.We arrived at the fourteenth floor, and he stepped out, walking a few steps—the keys rattled as he unlocked the door. As soon as we entered his condo, Nathan dropped me down onto my feet and had me pinned against the wall with his body, his lips hard on mine. It was a