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Stranger love part 4
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2026-10-05 05:27:30Chapter 4
I spent the afternoon trying not to spiral. I showered. Ordered food I barely ate. Opened my laptop and closed it again. The anonymous message sat in my inbox like a live wire. I almost texted Rhys three separate times and deleted every attempt. At 6:40 the door unlocked. He walked in still wearing the same dark shirt from the morning, sleeves rolled, expression unreadable. The second he saw my face he stopped. “What happened?” I held up the phone. He read the message once, jaw tightening. “Who sent this?” “I don’t know. It came right after you left.” Rhys set the phone down and rubbed a hand over his mouth. “The acquisition is real. My family company is buying a smaller firm. It’s public knowledge if you know where to look. The woman from last month was a colleague. Nothing more.” “Why would someone send me that?” “Because someone wants leverage. Or wants to scare you off.” He stepped closer. “I should have told you my full name last night. That was on me.” Tension thickened the air between us. I crossed my arms. “Is there anything else I should know before I decide whether to keep the door unlocked for you?” His eyes stayed on mine. “I’ve wanted you since the second you kissed me in that bar. That part is not complicated. The rest of my life is. If you want out, say it now.” I should have said it. Instead I crossed the remaining space and kissed him. It started angry and turned desperate fast. He backed me against the wall, hands already under my shirt, pulling it over my head. My bra followed. He sucked hard on one nipple while his fingers shoved my leggings down. I kicked them free. He dropped to his knees, shoved my thighs apart, and put his mouth on me without warning. The first stroke of his tongue pulled a sharp moan from my throat. He licked me open, filthy and thorough, two fingers pushing inside while he sucked on my clit. Wet sounds filled the room immediately. I braced both hands on his shoulders and tried to stay quiet. It did not last. “Rhys, fuck...” He stood, spun me to face the wall, and freed himself. The blunt head of his cock pressed against me. He pushed in with one long, hard thrust until he was buried. I cried out. He started fucking me against the wall, deep and rough, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and continuous. “Still so wet for me,” he groaned against my ear. “Even when you’re pissed.” I pushed back to meet every thrust. The sounds grew filthier, wetter. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he drove into me. Pressure built fast. I came hard, moaning his name, body clenching around him. He pulled out, turned me, and lifted me. My back hit the wall again as he sank back inside. This time he fucked me face to face, one hand under my ass, the other braced beside my head. Our mouths crashed together. Moans and groans mixed with the wet noise of him moving in and out of me. He increased the pace. Harder. Deeper. The wall thudded softly with every thrust. I dug my nails into his shoulders and held on. Another orgasm tore through me without warning. Rhys cursed and followed, burying himself deep and pulsing inside me with a rough, broken sound. We stayed locked together, both breathing hard, bodies slick. Eventually he set me down. I felt the warm mess of him starting to leak down my thighs. He rested his forehead against mine. “I’m not leaving tonight,” he said quietly. “And I’m not letting some anonymous message decide what this is.” I wanted to believe him. My phone buzzed on the table across the room. We both looked at it. A new message preview lit the screen for half a second before the display went dark again. I walked over and unlocked it. The same unknown number. Ask him who really paid for the extra nights. And why his brother’s firm is under federal review. I turned the phone so Rhys could see it. His face went completely still. For the first time since I had met him, he looked like a man who had just been caught.
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