Leah
He pressed himself against me, kissing me with a ferocity that stole the breath from my lungs.
I reached up to push him away, but he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head, then pressed his hips against mine and began grinding slowly.
What is happening?!
Everything was happening all at once, and my confused, exhausted mind couldn't process any of it. But through it all, one thing became devastatingly clear: this man was making me feel things I hadn't felt in six years.
Heat flooded my body, from his touch, from the furnace that had ignited somewhere deep inside me. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I felt him smile against my mouth.
"Leah, make him stop! This is wrong!" my brain screamed.
I tried to free my hands, but he held on tighter with one hand, brought down the other and cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the thin fabric. Then his mouth left mine to trail hot, open kisses down my neck, all while continuing that maddening grind of his hardness against me.
I was so lost in the rush of familiar yet foreign sensations that I didn't even realize he'd freed my hands. They stayed raised above my head, obedient to whatever force had taken control of my body.
His hand moved lower, grabbing my backside and pulling me harder against him. The sheer heat and rigidity I felt through his clothes made everything inside me turn liquid.
Leah! My brain screamed one final warning.
My eyes flew open.
I brought my hands down to his chest and shoved him with every ounce of strength I had left.
He stumbled back,though it felt more like he'd chosen to move than that I'd actually pushed him.
He licked his lips slowly, then brought his fingers up to touch them.
"You taste nice," he said in a cold voice, despite the heat still radiating between us. "My stepmother has good taste after all."
I stared at his face, trying to make sense of what he'd just said.
Though I hadn't known him long, this expression, the same one he'd worn during our last encounter, was different. It was darker…like he disliked me.
No. He hated me.
He stared back with such venom that it made my skin crawl.
"What?" He took a step forward, and I instinctively backed against the wall. "Can't take the heat?"
Something inside me snapped.
I was done.
I took several quick steps forward, drew back my hand, and slapped him across the face as hard as I could.
His head barely moved an inch to the side, while massive pain shot through my wrist and up my arm. But I didn't care. I was fed up. Violated! At the absolute edge of losing my mind.
He turned his face back slowly and looked straight at me with that same chilling hatred.
"You're wicked," I said, my voice shaking with rage and hurt. "You're cruel and callous and…" My voice broke. "You treat people like they're disposable. Like they're nothing. You humiliate me, you insult me, you make me feel like I'm worthless, and then, then you do this?"
Tears spilled freely down my cheeks, but I didn't bother wiping them away.
"You can go ahead and do whatever you want. Report me! Fire me! I don't care anymore. People like you are bitter and hollow, and you have absolutely no respect for anyone, especially women. You think because you're rich and powerful that you can just…just use people however you want!"
My chest heaved. My whole body was shaking. I couldn't look at him anymore. Couldn't stand the sight of his face.
I turned around and ran for the door, my vision blurred with tears.
He made me feel like a rag doll, useless until needed to wipe away filth.
My heart ached with a pain so sharp it felt physical as I remembered the look of disgust on his face even as he'd touched me, kissed me, made my body respond against my will.
I went straight to the staff bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I scrubbed at my mouth, my neck, anywhere his lips had touched, trying to wash away the shame and confusion of the entire horrible day.
I needed to pull myself together before I went home. Grandma could read me like a book, and I couldn't, wouldn't, let her see me like this.
As soon as I got home, I rushed and had a long shower after which I slipped quietly into Jason's room and curled into a ball beside him on his small bed.
"Mum?" he called out in his sleepy voice.
"Shh, baby. It's just me. Go back to sleep," I whispered.
But he did the opposite. My five-year-old rubbed his eyes and turned to face me in the darkness.
"What's wrong, Mummy?"
I choked back a sob. Just from the sound of my voice, my baby knew I wasn't okay.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Just a rough day at work."
He sighed, a sound far too world-weary for someone so young, and wrapped his tiny arms around my neck.
"It's okay, Mummy. Just wait. I'll make loads of money when I grow up so you won't have to work anymore."
I smiled through my tears and held my son tighter, letting his innocent love soothe the pain inside me.
Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under.
"Don't fight it. I know you liked it," he said, pinning me to the wall…again?!
"What?" I gasped, feeling his heat seep through me again.
"You enjoyed it. You wanted more, didn't you?" His deep voice sent shivers down my spine.
"I didn't," I protested weakly, but my body betrayed me as his lips found my neck.
"You did, Leah. Let's finish what we started."
His hand found the zipper of my dress and pulled it down. He slipped his hand inside and cupped my breast, twisting my nipple between his fingers.
I moaned, arching into his touch.
"Tell me you like it," he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head, but my body was screaming ‘yes’.
"Should I stop then?"
I shook my head again, biting my lip.
"Now tell me. Do you like it?"
I nodded my head vigorously. With that, he reached down and ripped my tight dress from the hem to my waist, then spread my laps and fixed himself in-between.
I looked down and noticed he had on just his briefs.
“Touch me,” he whispered into my ears. “I know you want to.”
I slowly reached out and slipped my hand into his unbuttoned shirt, touching rock hard abs.
He raised his head and let out a groan, pressing his hardness right between my core.
I let out a whimper, spreading my legs further apart to give him access. He smiled, reached behind me and grabbed my butt cheeks, then began grinding his hardness against my dripping core.
I raised one leg and wrapped it around his waist, granting him yet more access. He shifted my dress, exposing my breasts, then gently bent over and sucked on them.
I let out a loud moan as pleasure rippled down my entirety.
He soon increased his pace, grabbing, suckling and grinding against me, while we moaned.
He soon tightened his grip on my butt and began pounding against my core, while still in his briefs.
I grabbed his neck and arched my back, my moans reaching the sky.
Soon after, he momentarily left me, swiveled me and pinned me to the wall again, then reached out and ripped the lower part of my dress completely, exposing my bare bottom to him.
From behind, he reached over and grabbed my breasts, then pressed his hardness against me. This time around, I felt the bare warm skin of his member right between my cheeks.
He momentarily left one of my breasts, only for me to feel his hand slip between my thighs and rest on my own throbbing core.
"You're all wet for me," he said hoarsely, before rubbing the tip of my core.
I let out a scream, pressing myself against the wall as the sweet sizzling sensation rocked me.
He was everywhere at once. His hand was on my breasts, another at my core working its magic, while he ground his hardness in between my cheeks.
Our momentum increased, getting harder and faster. It continued to get faster and faster and faster.
Then everything suddenly went dark.
I couldn't see anything except a tiny light rising in the distance.
It grew closer and brighter until I could make out its familiar golden features.
"What is that?" I whispered.
There was silence at first, before his voice eerily whooshed past my ear, travelling into the darkness.
"It's the crest you stole from me."
I whipped my eyes open and sprang out of bed.