Chapter 4

I pretended not to be affected by him. I walked over to the counter trying to look like I was just waiting for my food, but every nerve in my body was screaming.

I closed my eyes tight, trying to force my heart to stop racing, but I knew I was failing.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked. I didn't turn around. I didn't want him to see how much I was shaking.

"I could ask you the same thing," Atlas said. His voice was devastatingly attractive.

He stepped closer, his bare chest pressing firmly against my back. His hands slid around my waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts as he pulled me flush against him. I let out a jagged breath, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

"I was hungry," I managed to say.

"You are," he murmured against my ear.

His hand drifted to my ass, squeezing firmly enough to make my breath hitch. He pulled me tighter, forcing me to feel the hard length of him through his joggers.

I let out a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut. His other hand tilted my head to the side, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my neck. He bit down softly, his tongue tracing a slow line from my shoulder up to my jaw.

He spun me around suddenly, pinning me against the counter.

His eyes were dark with a hunger. He cupped my face with one hand while the other settled firmly around my neck.

"So now you're doing this?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady. "What do you take me for? What about her?"

Atlas smirked. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play with me," I snapped, trying to push him away. "Your woman is right upstairs."

He didn't let me go. He leaned in until our lips were almost touching. "Someone is jealous," he whispered.

I searched his eyes for a sign that he was going to walk away again. I reached up to shove him back, but the second my hands hit his chest, he lost his patience.

He crashed his mouth onto mine, his tongue sliding past my lips to claim me with a hunger that made my head spin.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He groaned into my mouth, his hand sliding under my top to cup my breast. He squeezed softly, his fingers rubbing my hardened nipples. I moaned into his mouth, pressing more into him.

I wanted more than just a kiss.

"Atlas," I breathed out. "Is she really your

wife?"

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "She's the mother of my child, Leslie. That’s all she will ever be."

"Then why is she in your house?"

"She won’t be here for long," he said.

He stared down at me like he was trying to figure me out.

I let my eyes roam over him, taking in the lines of his abs. I wanted to believe him, but I was still waiting for the moment he’d leave me frustrated again.

"You’re not joking with me this time?" I asked. I could feel the sharp ache building between my thighs.

He didn't answer with words. He captured my lips in a deep kiss that felt like a claim.

I pushed against his chest slightly to look him in the eye. "Because I wouldn’t fucking mind if you fucked me right here on the couch. I don’t even care that we have guests."

Atlas let out a short, dry laugh. He looked impressed.

"Easy, princess," he murmured.

He stepped even closer. The teasing version of Atlas was gone, replaced by a man ready to take exactly what he wanted. He moved to lift me, but my phone buzzed on the counter.

Atlas reached out and picked it up before I could react. His expression went flat, his jaw clenched.

"Who is this?" Atlas asked.

"It's nothing. Just some random number," I brushed it off. "I have it handled."

It buzzed again. Atlas read the screen aloud. "I can still let go, it’s up to you. We didn't have to break up. We can still work."

He looked back at me, his eyes narrowing. "Your ex-boyfriend is threatening you. Who is he?"

"Atlas, give me my phone. I told you, I can handle it."

"Who is he, Leslie?" he repeated. His voice was low and commanding.

I let out a breath. “Marcus. He’s the dean’s son. He’s just being dramatic because I ended things.”

Atlas held my gaze for a long second. He set the phone back on the counter. His eyes turned dark as his hand moved to my throat.

"Where were we?" he whispered.

Then we heard footsteps. I immediately stepped back, adjusting my dress and hair before taking my food out of the microwave.

Elena stood there, staring between us. Her jaw clenched.

"I thou—"

"It’s nothing. Goodnight," I cut her off.

I rushed past Atlas, who watched me with an amused look. I headed straight to my room and shut the door.

“Damnit!” I cussed out as I leaned against the door. Another night of Atlas leaving me soaking wet. My body was screaming with a desperate need he had clearly enjoyed provoking without finishing.

I stood in the center of my room, staring at the door and feeling like my life was a total mess. I was stuck between an ex trying to ruin my future and Atlas, who seemed to enjoy messing with my head. I couldn't just sleep with my mind spinning like this,I pushed myself into the bathroom to get the job done myself.

I closed my eyes as the water ran down my body, my hands moving to my opening. I rubbed against my clit while I imagined it was him, then slid a finger inside pumping in and out.

My body still felt like it belonged to him, like every place he touched hadn’t recovered yet.

I tried to steady myself, but the moment I whispered his name…

I felt him.

I froze as the heat of Atlas's body pressed into my back. His hands began exploring my naked body like I was a piece of art. I gasped, pressing back into him as I felt his hard rock member against me even through his joggers.

"You have a habit of saying my name when you think I'm not listening," Atlas whispered. His hands moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples. I moaned, unable to speak.

"I told you I was going to do this properly," he murmured. "And I don't like my princess having to finish what I started."

He turned me around in the steam, his eyes darker than ever. He pressed me against the wall and I didn't wait. I crashed my lips into his and he responded with dominant desperation, his hand gripping my neck.

His other hand slid down until he reached my thighs, and I opened for him immediately. His fingers found my clit instantly, stroking and rubbing it until I broke the kiss with a scream.

"Fuck, Atlas," I moaned.

"Yes," I yelled, panting as he intensified the pace before pushing two fingers inside me. He pumped in and out vigorously and found my lips again, turning my screaming into muffled sounds.

He moved to my neck, sucking on my skin before moving lower to capture my nipples in his mouth. My head fell back as he inserted a third finger, filling me completely.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmured against my chest, nibbling on my nipples. He pressed me firmly against the wall with my legs wrapped around his shoulders. He moved down between my thighs, pressing his tongue to my clit while he continued to slide his fingers in and out of me.

"Oh my god," I screamed, my mouth hanging open as I trembled. My hands grabbed his hair to hold myself in position, and I let out short gasps from the sensation building deep in my stomach.

He licked and sucked on my clit, his tongue sliding up and down my folds as he ate me out. I screamed uncontrollably while his tongue moved with a skill that felt like he was devouring me completely.

This was exactly what I wanted. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. He pulled back to look me in the eye, his voice a rough growl. "You're mine, Leslie. Not Marcus’s. Not anyone else. Mine."

I nodded desperately, pulling him back down to me. I didn't care about the scandal at school or the woman in the guest room. In this moment, the only thing that existed was the way he was making me feel.

After days of intense sexual frustration, I finally found relief as I came undone. I watched, breathless and shaking, as Atlas stayed right there, bathing his face in my cum while I finished. The sheer intensity of the moment broke me, and I collapsed against the wall, realizing that he had completely followed through on his promise to handle my frustration.