“Upset I got married. I didn’t realize she wanted more,” Daimon sighed.
“Then perhaps it was a mistake to marry me,” I noted angrily.
“Why?” he asked.
“It would seem you would have had a more suitable partner had you ‘fake-married’ her. She would have been more than willing,” I hissed.
“Don’t say stupid shit,” he said angrily.
“Oh, okay sure, Daimon. I’m stupid and Linda is the all-powerful executive. Screw you, Daimon,” I bit out. “Here I was thinking I should come here and see you, why? ‘Cause I missed you, if you can believe it, but stupid me, stupid Addie for thinking you were somehow different from before. You’re nothing but a prick, the usual Daimon,” I gritted through my teeth.
Daimon stood frozen as he stared at me though his now arctic eyes, cutting me with his sharp, icy look. The heart that grew nervous to see him, to be in his presence, to feel his warm hands on my body, turned hurt and resentful. How was he able to always find a way to hurt me? My heart twisted as thoughts of them having sex in his office emerged. The smell of her overpowering perfume clung to the air as we stood silently staring each other down. I shook involuntarily as images of him touching her flashed across my mind.
“Did you fuck her here in your office?” I asked wary of his answer. A low heavy growl emanated from the back of his throat as he let out a breath.
“Addie…”
“You bastard, you.” I shook my head at him. He came at me, but I moved away, wanting to leave.
“Addie,” he said desperately as he snatched my arm and pushed me against the door. I was pinned as he stood behind me, his large lean body pressing me against the hard wood.
“Addie,” he murmured in my ear. “My Addie.” My body slowly withered hearing my name escape his lips. I was angry and hurt but his voice, his low voice had me under his spell, my body wanted him, needed him.
“Addie, it’s only you I want. This bastard, this prick only wants you,” he breathed as his hand slowly moved across the front of my buttoned-down shirt. His hand easily slipped inside as he massaged my breast though my bra.
I breathed heavily as Daimon moved his hand away and down toward my pants. He unbuttoned my jeans as he softly licked my lobe.
“Addie, I’m sorry,” he said softly, kissing me just underneath my ear. “I’m sorry, baby.” He moved his hand down my jeans finding my nub. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, letting him take me. He gradually circled my clit, working me up.
“God, Addie, I dream about you and the sweet hot liquid that comes from your pussy. Your sweet hot pussy.” He moved faster, sliding a finger inside my wet swollen folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he breathed. I could faintly hear him unzip his pants. He pushed my jeans down lower. I clenched, anticipating him inside me.
“My Addie,” he groaned as his cock slid and gently swiped across my pussy. He grabbed onto my hips and slowly moved me, his hard length still gliding between my swollen flesh, hitting my clit. “Only you,” he moaned as he finally entered me. “Fuck,” he gritted. “Your pussy is so hot.” I moved slowly up and down his shaft, waiting for him to take over. “Addie.” He moved in closer as his hands cradled me on both sides. He pressed us both against the door, making it hard for me to move, as his throbbing cock gradually moved inside me. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered as he fucked me in a slow, maddening way. My breath hitched and my body melted as he shamelessly continued his slow rhythm.
“I love you, only you,” he breathed into my ear.
I bit my lower lip stopping myself from saying it back to him. This nasty union of agony and lust I was feeling blinded me as I let him inside me, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted Daimon. My body stiffened as I felt my orgasm coming.
“Addie, come all over my cock. I need your sweet essence on me. I need to know I’m yours,” he moaned. His words breaking the very last of my strength making me come. Daimon stayed inside me, his hard penis feeling unwieldy. He leaned his head down to my neck.
“Addie I—” his office phone rang, stopping him for going any further. “Goddammit,” he bit out. He tried to stay longer inside me but the phone was unrelenting and Daimon’s patience grew thin. The moment he slipped out of me, I felt a void. My pussy ached for him still.
“Yes,” he barked.
“It’s Mr. Dyke. He’s here to see you,” Daimon’s secretary said over the speakerphone.
“Fine, give us a minute,” he snapped. I had already dressed, making myself presentable. I kept my back turned so I was not able to see him.