Chapter 5 Use me

I gulped at the sight of him, he was even more striking than I remember.

Wearing a white shirt, buttons loosened down to his chest, with black pants to match.

“Well are you gonna let me in?” I questioned, and he led me inside.

It was a suite, not surprising for a man of his type. 

He gestured for me to sit on the couch and handed me a glass of wine while he leaned against the wall opposite where I sat.

I took a sip, and spoke. 

“Over the phone, you said you knew I'd come.” 

“You’re quite easy to read”

“And how did you come to that conclusion?”

"For one, I can tell you're nervous right now."

"I'm not," I shrug, denying it even though he was right.

"Your foot hasn't stopped tapping the floor since you walked in.”

Yeah well I'm about to cheat on someone I've been with for more than ten years, of course I'm nervous.

“Can you quit studying me? You're making this awkward.”

“I have to admit,” he twirled his wine glass slightly. “I’ve been looking forward to getting that call from you.”

“You sounded very sure over the phone.”

“I mean I had the feeling you'd call, I just didn't know when, certainly wasn't expecting it to be so soon.”

“Me neither,” I sighed, looking down at the glass of wine in my hand.

“Regretting it already?” 

“What? No,” I chuckled. “I just…I don't really know why I'm here, I don't know what I'm doing here.” 

“Maybe you couldn't stop thinking about me.”

My fingers stiffened around the glass as I swallowed.

I had my suspicions at first, but now I can't help but think, maybe he can actually read my mind, or he's just full of himself.

You have to play it cool, Hailey.

“This isn't about you,” I gave him an unimpressed look.

“Agreed, but I think you do know why you're here, and so do I."

He's right. I do. I've just been too scared to admit it.

That night at the club, when he had me cornered against the wall, my body reacted to him in a way I couldn't understand. It was as if something about him, his scent, his presence, something, slipped under my skin and rewired me.

That's what's had me hooked ever since... whatever it was that made my body betray me that night. Because I want to feel it again. I want more, more of whatever it was that made my body come alive the moment he got close.

“If you already know why I'm here, why don't we just get on with it.”

He didn't respond, just stared intently at me, like he was reading every emotion and thoughts going through my mind.

He got up, taking controlled strides, closing the gap between us until he was a few inches away from where I sat on the chair and I swallowed, eyes not leaving his. 

Before I could come up with another witty remark, he hooked his hands around my waist and lifted me onto the table like I weighed nothing.

My breathing slowed as he gently parted my legs and stepped between them until there was barely any space separating us.

“I was wondering when you were gonna give me the go ahead,” he murmured.

I tried to keep my cool, even though his very presence alone was already doing things to me.

He cupped my face, eyes locked on my lips, inching closer and closer, until he stopped and asked, “Are you sure you want this?” His warm breath brushed against my cheeks.

This was the last chance I'd get to turn around and leave and I wasn't going to take it.

I took a deep breath in and whispered, “I want nothing more.” 

And just like that, the ticking bomb went off. 

His lips crashed into mine like a storm and I found myself gripping his hair to get my balance.

It was demanding, draining every inch of morality I had left in me. 

He worked his way into my mouth, sucking on my tongue and opening my mouth wider to give him more access as he deepened the kiss, moving with a skillful precision. 

I found myself getting lost in his grip, a burning feeling, forming in the pit of my stomach and pooling between my thighs.

The way his lips devoured mine without permission was doing ungodly things to me and I didn't want it to end.

The more intense his movements got, the less I felt guilty because of Dylan.

He doesn't hesitate to throw our relationship under the bus at any chance he gets just to make himself happy.

I'm not a villain for deciding to do the same thing just once, to put what I want before him for once in my life.

His hand moved to my thigh, slowly creeping upwards over my hips, then my waist, until it was slightly below my breast.

My insides clenched, desperate and waiting in anticipation for him to inch even closer and just like he knew what I was thinking, his hand enclosed around my breast, kneading it gently, forcing a moan out of my mouth and straight onto his tongue.

I pulled away from the kiss, trying to catch my breath as Dylan's words replayed in my head again and it spilled out before I could stop it.

“Do you want me?” I whispered, amidst raggedy breaths, his hands still cupping my breast, our chests rising and falling trying to steady ourselves from the intense kiss.

He grabbed my hand, shoving it downwards till I felt the rock hard bulge protruding from his pants, straining to be free. 

“What do you think?” He mumbled.

Feeling him so hard for me, ignited a sinful dirty desire within my core, one I'd kept buried for so long, but maybe I could let it free, just for tonight.

I whispered in a low sultry tone. “I want to be your tool for tonight. Do whatever you want with my body, take me however you want, as many times as you want. Use me.” 

I could almost see every inch of restraint within him breaking with every word that came out of my mouth, his cold expression slowly getting replaced by something dangerous, hungry.

He inched closer, lips against my ear. One hand tightened around my throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to hold me in place. 

He murmured, voice low and rough. "Now that I have your permission, I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth until you're choking on my cock, crying, begging me to stop,  and I won't. Then I'll bend you over this table and fuck you so hard you won't remember your own name. I'll make you come again and again until your legs won't hold you up, until you're shaking, soaked, and completely undone. And even then, I won't be finished. I'll keep going until you can't think, can't speak, can't do anything except take every inch like a good girl."

His grip tightened just enough to steal my breath.

"That's what you get for turning me down."