He’d pinned me to the wall because he was relieved I was okay.
And that had to be the reason why he kissed me too.
I knew I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve put a stop to it when I had the chance, but I didn’t. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him harder. He bit my lower lip and I gasped with pleasure, thrusting my hips into him so we’d be as close to each other as we possibly could.
I felt the burning heat he gave off. It sent a shiver down my spine, right down through the rest of my body until I felt it in my pussy.
I was so wet for him. I pushed myself further and further into him. I needed him inside me. I needed more than he gave me last time. His hands traveled down my back until he grabbed my ass and squeezed, making me almost jump.
His hands were so big and strong, perfectly cupping my ass.
He broke the kiss, but only so he could leave a wet trail down my neck. I felt his hot breath and stubble on my skin. His tongue was between my breasts, sucking, licking, tasting.
I reached for his cock and stroked him hard. He was hard, throbbing and ready to take possession of me. And I was ready to give him everything he wanted, how he wanted.
I undid his belt and pulled down the zip on his pants, pushing them down so they fell around his ankles. My hand slipped into his underwear and I gasped when I felt the full width and length of his big swinging cock.
He groaned when I stroked him harder. I felt the sticky precum on the tip of his cock. His face nuzzled between my breasts, he nibbled on my firm nipples through the thin material of my top.
I couldn’t wait.
I pulled away from him and went down on my knees in front of him. I had his cock in my hand and guided him straight into my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of him, and inch by inch I took him down my throat. He didn’t fit all the way in, he was too big for that.
Tristian stood above me with his legs parted firmly in front of me. I looked up at him, slipping him in further. His eyes were hooded and dark, he watched me firmly. I bobbed my head up and down, twirling my tongue on the tip of his cock. He groaned deeply. Almost angrily.
Then he reached for my hair, grabbing it by the fistful. And before I knew what he’d do next, he pushed me away from him.
“Stop, Elsie. Stop,” he growled.
And just like that, Tristian had managed to bring me to a point where I was sure I’d burst into tears.
As he pulled himself away from me, pulling up his pants and brushing a hand through his hair—I felt my eyes filling with tears. I had to quickly blink hard in the hopes they’d go away and he wouldn’t see them.
He was about to say something. I sensed it coming, but I didn’t want to stay and find out what.
I ran.
I was embarrassed and insulted. I couldn’t believe I’d put myself in a position where he’d reject me like that.
I went straight to the bathroom in the spare bedroom and locked the door behind me. I was ready for the floor to open up and consume me. I never wanted to face him again.
Why’d he even let it get so far if he didn’t want me?
Did he enjoy watching me make a fool of myself?
I splashed water furiously on my face. Then I rubbed my cheeks and neck with the hand towel until my skin was red and raw looking.
I gripped the edge of the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. Right now, all I saw were my flaws.
Why would he want me? It made complete sense why he’d rejected me. Tristian Doherty was hot stuff. He could have anyone he wanted. And I was the last person he should’ve slept with. And even though I knew practically nothing about the mafia world, there was one thing I’d already figured out about the Dohertys. They were loyal to their family. Nothing mattered more to them than their code. If Tristian’s family didn’t trust me, then he didn’t trust me.
It was as simple as that.
I didn’t know what I’d have to do to make him believe me.
I hadn’t lied to him about anything. It was all the truth.
And the way my body reacted to him when he touched me, when he looked at me—that was real too.
If I could help it, I wouldn’t feel that way about him. If I could stop my pussy from getting wet the moment he walked into the room—I would. But I had already shown him I had no self-control. He already knew he could do whatever he wanted, kiss me whenever he wanted to, take me exactly the way he liked.
I never wanted to leave the bathroom. I covered my face with both hands, trying to muffle the scream rising in my throat.
How had this happened to me?
How did I get myself in this mess? Would I ever get out? Would I ever make it out alive?
“Elsie?” There was a knock on the door. His voice echoed around me, sending a shiver down my spine. “You can’t stay in there forever. You need to come out now.”
I should’ve stayed in there forever.
But I knew he was right. Besides, I still had to do his bidding because I was only safe at his mercy.
I opened the bathroom door and found him standing just outside, leaning against the wall with a hand in his pocket.
“You okay?” he asked in a deep voice, with his brows furrowed.
I wanted to snap at
