It seemed to me that the answer was very close, almost tangible, but I could not catch it…
"Mirey!" Theron's enraged voice tore me out of my thoughts.
Damn. I had even forgotten that I was at his birthday, where almost all his family, the clan, and business partners were present. What am I doing?
I turned and saw him stepping toward me carefully and slowly, while four guards behind him were ready to lunge forward at any moment.
The tie. Damn. I must have completely lost my mind if I pulled his tie off in front of everyone. Especially in front of the entire clan, where that very tradition had originated.
The hum burst into my consciousness again. I gripped the railing until my hands hurt, then pulled away from it and walked toward Theron.
He was saying something to me, angrily, sharply, and I understood that I had made a mistake. And, most likely, a big one. But something else concerned me now.
And the closer I got, the more I noticed that he seemed to be reaching for me despite his cold tone. The guards gradually lined up behind me, shielding me from the edge of the balcony.
"Why…" I began, not listening to him.
I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him toward me, almost pressing my lips to his. He did not resist.
"Why don't you kiss me the way you used to? Why don't you touch me greedily? Why don't you want me anymore?"
He fell silent and looked at me in surprise. Theron hid what he had been holding in his hand so that I did not notice it and considered it unimportant. Right now, it truly was unimportant.
I looked at him and tried to find the answer.
The answer to all my questions.
I let him go and stepped back, going over everything again and again in my head.
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake," I held out the tie to him. "I just…"
I did not know how to justify myself. Because the truth was that I did not want her to be right. I wanted to show everyone that he was mine.
He ignored the tie. He took off his jacket and draped it over me, pulling me closer by the waist.
"I put it on only because we had an agreement. It's yours," his gaze gradually calmed, and his voice became soft, caring.
It seemed he was sincere. But Sunny's words had sunk their claws so deeply into my mind that I could not be sure of anything.
"…while you do all the dirty work for him…"
"Theron, we need to go to your office. Right now."
I wanted to walk separately, but he did not allow it, wrapped his arm around my waist and led me into the hall. With his other hand, he caught my free hand.
"Be yourself. Hold your head higher," he said quietly as we entered.
The noise of the guests was no longer audible. Only background music played.
Everyone stood and escorted Theron, some with their gaze, some with a slight nod of the head, and no one dared to move until the elevator doors closed.
"I probably acted recklessly…"
Theron did not answer. He only lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.
Only now did I notice that his chest was rising in a rhythm far from controlled.
He was silent and did not even look at me. His hand only tightened more around my waist.
The office was not far, and even in the car he did not break the silence.
We went up to the main floor. The security stayed in the reception area. Theron locked the door of his private office with an electronic lock.
"I need to review something. Do you remember those documents…"
"No," Theron's sharper, almost snapping reply cut me off.
I knew this wouldn't end without it.
His hands immediately released me. He took the jacket off me. A chill ran across my skin. Fear followed it.
"I already said: you will not deal with this anymore," he took out of his pocket what he had been hiding—my ID and bank card. "You can't. You'll break."
He shook his head in refusal. I did not take the cards.
He walked over and threw them onto the conference table.
"I don't want to see that again.," he said roughly, rolling up his sleeves.
He abruptly pulled me to the table. Lowered himself, took off my shoes. His hands, hot, confident, lifted my damp dress higher.
He pulled it off, and I was left almost naked, only stockings and underwear. But the warmth of his hands did not let me shiver.
He seated me on the table, farther from the edge.
"I didn't touch you. Didn't fuck you, didn't make love to you. And didn't give you myself, only because," he bent down, pulling off my stockings, "I wanted you to actually feel. Not just accept because I give it. I wanted you to WANT ME."
He ran his tongue along one of my scars on the inside of my thigh.
"Every damn night, every day, every hour I wanted you. So sometimes I just went crazy." His breath grew closer, lower. "And now you pull this on me and ask why I didn't touch you?"
His touches were hungry, demanding.
And yes, it was exactly what I wanted to feel: his desire on my body. His touch. All of him.
When did it begin?
When did I start noticing that he had grown so distant…
That he no longer caressed me… no longer kissed me like before…
When… did he manage to break through the defense I had sworn never to lower?
When did it begin…
That I wanted him to be only mine…
He moved higher and through the fabric of my panties bit me.
I couldn't hold back—a moan slipped from my lips.
"Theron…"
My hand slid into his hair.
"Fuck…" he bit again, then the left, then the right side of my inner thighs. "I don't know what she told you… but I'll erase all of it. I'll make you think only about me. And pray that in the morning you'll be able to walk…"
He pulled off my panties and spread my legs, pulling me closer to him.
I watched him, and everything inside me turned over. No man in my life had ever desired me the way he looked at me now. And I don't think anyone ever could outshine him.
His tongue slid inside, between the folds, and warmth spread through me as he ran it over my clit.
Reflexively, I tightened my grip on his hair and moaned his name again.
If this is all a fucking game, I will play it as long as he wants me this greedily. I will… even if I lose again…
Every time I said his name, he squeezed my ass hungrily.
Another movement of his tongue around my clit, and I arched slightly beneath him. Theron slowly and carefully pushed two fingers inside me. I tightened around them because I was already on the edge. I had been waiting for him for so long. And it felt like one more moment—and I would shatter.
Moving his fingers gently, caressing with his tongue, he led me to the edge again and again. I arched toward him over and over, adjusting to his rhythm.
He cursed quietly and continued, gradually picking up the pace.
I felt the wave of pleasure approaching and tried to pull slightly away from his face, but not from his hands. Theron did not let me move even a millimeter.
My hips tightened chaotically under the rising wave—uncontrollably, mercilessly. I clamped Theron's face between them, and he only smirked and lightly bit my clit.
"No, Theron…" I moaned even louder as the relentless wave crashed over me, and I almost drowned in the pleasure that seemed to have been created just for me.
My body trembled with pleasure, but Theron waited, obedient, until I released him from my hold. The wave receded, and I relaxed my legs.
He ran his tongue once more from top to bottom, brushing my clit, and I shuddered. He smiled with satisfaction and rose.
He pulled me to the edge of the table and seated me, kissing my lips softly and gently.
He pulled back and looked at me intently.
"You remember the documents…" I reminded uncertainly.
"No," he snapped immediately, lifting me into his arms and carrying me into his bedroom behind the office and living room. "I told you: I'll erase everything she told you. And only then we'll talk."
"I…"
"And it will always be like this until you start trusting me. Believing in me," he cut off my uncertain words and, laying me on the bed, began to undress. "You said you would believe in me, as I do in you. But today…"
His belt clinked as he sharply unfastened it, and I flinched.
He was right. I doubted. I never truly believed.
"I will hammer into you every time with my body and my tongue that you are mine," he completely undressed.
His body was still as flawless as I remembered: every muscle, every vein. And his aroused cock. I could not tear my gaze away.
Inside me, everything twisted and tightened with arousal, with joy. And this time it was not ego. It was me—the girl who wanted to be chosen. These were the feelings I had sworn to forget. But with his force, he broke everything—the entire wall I had built with tears and bitterness.
"You…" he leaned down and kissed me so tenderly and carefully that I opened completely to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Forget what she said. Look at me. Believe me."
"I don't want…" I whispered, as if baring my soul to him.
He froze. His gaze turned animalistic.
"I don't want to be only yours," I corrected myself immediately, seeing his change. "I want you to be only mine. Only mine…"
I did not finish—his lips made me fall silent. His tongue made me tremble. His hands set my body ablaze.
"Damn, Mirey…" he showered all my scars with kisses. "I've been only yours for a long time already."
He kissed my body, stopped at my breasts to take it into his mouth, and continued again, again and again.
I couldn't endure it. I wanted him madly. I missed his touch madly. But now they were insanely gentle and sensitive. It was too much for me.
And if this is his game—I take my hat off to him.
He is a player I cannot outplay.