The Enemy’s Pull

Lily’s POV

“Sir…” I whispered, but he didn’t let me finish. His lips crashed against mine again, harder this time, and his hands slid under my dress. My back hit the cold wall of the stall, and I shivered from the way he was touching me.

He spun me around and bent me over, my palms landing on the water cistern to steady myself. His hand gripped my hip firmly as if he didn’t trust me to stand on my own. The sound of his zipper coming undone filled the small space, and then without a moment’s hesitation, he thrust into me from behind.

I gasped loudly, biting down on my lip to keep from screaming his name. He filled me completely, and for a split second, I forgot about revenge, forgot about pain. I literally forgot everything.

His thrusts were strong, rough, yet controlled. Each one slammed into me with a force that made my legs shake. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the restroom, mixing with my moans that I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hand gripped the cistern so tightly that my knuckles turned white, trying to steady myself against the waves of pleasure hitting me.

“Fuck…” I moaned under my breath, tilting my head back when he reached deeper. How had I managed to stay these past five years without having a taste of this?

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered something I couldn’t even make out through the haze of lust. All I could focus on was how good he felt, how each movement pushed me closer to the edge.

He drove into me relentlessly, his rhythm quickening. My whole body trembled with every deep thrust, and before I knew it, I was coming undone. My toes curled inside my heels, my stomach tightened, and a loud moan escaped me as I reached my peak.

He wasn’t far behind. His grip on my hips tightened painfully as he thrust harder, chasing his own release. Seconds later, he groaned deeply, his body pressing into mine as he climaxed.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, still connected, sweat dripping down our skin. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath, my fingers still gripping the cistern for support.

When he finally pulled away, I quickly adjusted my dress while he did the same. We couldn’t meet each other’s eyes. It was like we both knew this wasn’t just some coincidence. It was something we had been craving deep down inside us.

Adrian sprinted out without a word. I grabbed the camera I had fixed earlier and watched the recording: my father’s best friend, Adrian Hasting, the man I swore to destroy, fucking me hard from behind in the restroom stall. It was a dirty yet hot sight to behold.

But the truth was undeniable. A truth I hated. I enjoyed every second of it. And the bitterest part was that I wasn’t going to do anything with the recording, for some reason I had refused to admit.

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I walked into the meeting room later, my hands filled with documents that contained last month’s sales statistics. The finance team was going to explain some of the details to me.

I took a seat, sighing. My heart started beating heavily as soon as Adrian walked in.

“Good morning, Sir,” everyone greeted in sync as he proceeded to take his seat. I was too blank to speak and felt awkward enough to quickly take my eyes off him.

I hated that I was fazed. This wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing. Getting closer to him wasn’t supposed to involve this. Why the fuck was I getting flashbacks of his lips on mine and his shaft inside me?

“Are we all here?” he asked, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“Miss Lily,” he called, not even looking at me, making my heart jump. “Can we all have our own copies of the statistics?”

I proceeded to share the documents with everyone, including him. His fingers brushed against mine, and my heart thumped heavily while my cheeks burned hot.

He cleared his throat lightly. “Let’s begin.”

The projector was turned on, and one of the finance team members started her presentation. While it went on, I caught Adrian stealing glances at me. That confused me. I didn’t know if this attention I had always wanted but was finally getting would help me or destroy me. Either way, at least I knew it wasn’t just me feeling the tension.

After long hours of debating and re-strategizing, the meeting ended. I was compelled to submit the materials used to his office. On my way, I tripped over God knows what and almost fell, but Adrian sprinted towards me, grabbing me before I could hit the ground.

I was shocked. Everyone else was shocked too… I could tell. He was always cold, extremist, nonchalant, the typical CEO boss. But out of nowhere, he was suddenly attentive and helpful. Or was he smoothing his ways to have me killed too?

The staff began to murmur, and he immediately let go of me and sprinted away, almost pushing me down again, but this time I managed to find my balance. They all murmured as they filed out of the room. I packed up and headed to his office.

“I hope he’s in there,” I murmured to myself. Then I realized what I had just said and tapped my temple with my two fingers. “What are you doing, Kathryna?”

I stopped mid-step. “Yes, what are you saying?” I thought about it. “You need this. You need the connection for revenge. Don’t hold back. Be in his face. Entice him enough to trust you and then, strike from there.”

I smiled to myself, finally getting the justification I needed. I took a deep breath before knocking on his office door.

“Come in.” His sexy voice carried across the room, making me swallow hard.

“Here are the documents, Sir,” I said, dropping them on his table. While I was dropping them, he reached out at the same time, and he ended up holding my hand. Chills ran down my spine. Our eyes locked, and it was like we had a lot to say to each other, especially about the one-night stand, yet no words came out. The tension was high as fuck, and I could tell our hearts were beating in sync.

“Umm…”

“Sorry,” we said at the same time.

I was about to turn and leave immediately, but my grumbling stomach embarrassed me further.

“Seems you haven’t eaten anything today?” he asked.

“I… umm…”

“Have this. Get lunch with it.” He said distantly, dropping a bundle of mint cash on the table.

“This is a lot,” I said, amazed and maybe even swayed. What was he trying to do? Was a killer supposed to be considerate? Humane?

“I have work to do, Lily.” His eyes stayed glued to his desktop.

I stood for a while before proceeding to grab the money. “Thank you, Sir,” I said before walking out.

To be honest, if he continued with these acts, I didn’t know if I’d be able to carry out my revenge. Maybe getting it would be hard, and I would hate myself so much if I ever diverted from the plan.

My parents would hate me too. I would die of shame if I let that happen. But until then, I hoped not to get swayed by Adrian Hasting, even though, deep down, I was finding it harder and harder to resist.