The push and pull was maddening. Not just with Lila, but within myself. I wanted more of her. I wanted more with her, but that was an impossibility. Logically, we could never be anything more than coworkers. The problem was that logic and the will of my cock were two entirely different forces.Opposite ends playing tug of war while Lila sat next to me, completely oblivious of the battle she created in me. The blame for my mania rested solely on her.Jesus. Every fucking day was a struggle beyond any struggle I’d ever experienced. Instead of day by day getting better, I fell deeper and deeper into a storm, churning and violent, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.Lila wasn’t a victim of the storm—she was the storm.And I hated her for it. I hated the emotions, the way my dick got so fucking hard that I couldn’t keep control over my actions.She would be my demise.Guilt crushed me. Every day with Lila was a deeper hole into a dark area that was full of the d
Keeping my dick out of Lila was quickly becoming a complete joke. Between the teasing, I took any excuse and opportunity to get inside her. After shoving my cock down her throat at the office, I was hating us both for my lack of control.I kept a cool disregard toward Lila as we entered our building. It was necessary after what I’d done. Sure, it was after hours, but I’d still lost control at the office again.Though there was no way I regretted having my cock down her throat or the way I came with her nose pressed against my abs. She deserved it for teasing me.As we entered the elevator, I made sure to punch the button for my floor along with Lila’s. When the doors closed, I was left with no moving air and her so close. I could almost feel her looking at me, and when I glanced at her, that wide-eyed, blank expression stared back, only this time with a bit of expectation.I needed to tell her it wasn’t going to happen, that we needed to stop, that I wasn’t going to break a
Lila’s words didn’t sit well. She had developed feelings for me that seemed to grow deeper every day. I didn’t want to think about it, and I wished she’d never said anything.It left me agitated, the anxiety piling upon me a little more every day.Her words spurred on the nightmares that terrorized me. They’d morphed. No longer just of my wife, but many starring her.I didn’t want to put her into harm’s way. That was the whole reason I tried to keep my distance. The problem was that she was just another drug to me, and like all the others, I’d become dependent on her without even knowing it.I was burning through some of my medication faster than normal just to keep my heart from beating out of my fucking chest. The stress, the weight of her declaration, was too much for me to handle. I’d been running and avoiding for years, and suddenly there was a declaration hanging in front of me that could make everything come crumbling down.I tried to keep things lighter, our usual
My anger grew with each step back to my condo. It should have been gone. I fucked Lila in the bathroom, gave her a new pet name of Honeybear, and came all over her face and chest. She was covered in come and I made sure to smear it all over her skin to dry. The smell of come wasn’t strong, but it was distinct.It was the thought of her being there with him and not me. Talking with her, laughing with her. And I knew he was eye fucking her.Would he try to make a move? Try to kiss her? Lila was pretty submissive—would she submit to his advances?Fuck.I almost turned around, returned to the bar so I could drag her out and the fuck away from him. Their familiarity, their history, drove me insane. There was an ease in their relationship that we neither had nor could have.I hated him. Loathed him for returning to her life.Three steps in the door, and my fist was in the drywall when it should have been against skin.I hated him. Hated the fact that I hated some inconsequenti
When Lila slept with me, she was out. A complete and deep sleep that lasted through the night. After our confessions and admissions, things changed.Her sleep wasn’t as smooth. I would wake to her normally still body jerking. Deep dreams that led to restless nights. She never woke, but as I stared down at her, there was no way I could let her continue to sleep.Tears streamed down her cheeks, her arms covering her face against an invisible attacker.“Lila,” I whispered as I shook her. No response. I tried again, the volume of my voice increasing with each attempt.Worry overtook me, my shaking increasing.She shot up, gasping, her eyes unfocused.I’d never seen her like that. The sheer terror, being held captive in a dream I couldn’t wake her from.She ran, stumbling her way to the bathroom, the sound of her heaving echoing around the tile walls.I knew my own reaction to night terrors, and I watched from the doorway. Her small frame shook, trembling so hard it was visi
I hated Andrew.The next morning he was outside our building, waiting for Lila to come down. I really couldn’t stand him or the way he drooled over what was mine. What was the worst was the fact that they were touching.Andrew’s presence was grating. I couldn’t stand having him so close, trying to angle into what was mine. He drove my possessiveness to a new level, one I’d never experienced before.An hour later, when we arrived at the office, I fucked her in the elevator for it, destroyed her panties, and took the scarf that hid my marks. All out of anger, out of spite. There was no way he wouldn’t see and understand, truly, that she wasn’t fucking available.I had her fucking panties in my pocket if he wanted fucking proof of ownership.Still, later that morning, he was fucking leaning against Lila’s desk, forcing me to listen to his inane chatter. The blood pumped violently through my veins as I imagined the brutality I would deliver to his boy-scout face.“Lila, it lo
For fuck’s sake, this girl is an idiot.Jennifer sat on my desk, fucking sat on it, to try and entice me. Acting like a moron wasn’t going to make her more attractive, it actually made her much less so and made me question the quality of her work.During her inane yammering, my phone buzzed in my pocket. The first thing I noticed was the low battery notification from failing to plug it in overnight. The second was a text from Lila.Change of plans. Caroline is coming over. I can’t hide you from her any longer. I trust her. I’ll come over—The phone flashed the low battery warning at me and dimmed before I could finish reading.Can’t hide me…I knew Caroline was her best friend, and that Caroline was fiercely protective of Lila. It worried me that someone would know, because the more people knew, the more chance the Marconi could find out.At the same time, I felt that Caroline knowing was a very good idea. That way, if anything happened to us, she would know who was to b
I hated alarm clocks. I especially hated them when they were early in the morning and took Lila from my arms.Every morning I awoke with her in my arms was torture when she left them. I watched her slide off the side of the bed, her hair a knotted mess thanks to my hands. Inches of beautiful pale skin speckled with my marks slipped away from my body and into my view.Naked, beautiful flesh for me to drink in. I watched her arms rise above her head, stretching her sinful body. She glanced back to check if I was awake, and our eyes met.No “Good morning” or anything. That wasn’t our style.It was in the way her lips parted. Sometimes she would bite her lower lip, other times her tongue would peek out and wet her lips.I continued to watch as she walked into the bathroom and listened in as she started the shower. My getting up took longer. While she showered, I stretched. It was something I fought against, but it turned out to be the best thing for me to make it through the d