Page 86 of Corrupt Game

My lungs fought for air, and my body dissolved into a pile of jello. Certain that I didn’t have anything left in me, I was taken completely by surprise when he flipped me over onto my back.

“You wanted me to fuck you, well now I am.” With those words, he lined up the tip of his cock and shoved it inside hard and fast.

“I don’t want you to forget our first time together.” His breathing labored above me.

“Not a chance,” I panted.

My nails gripped his arms and dug in as he continued to rail me, going deeper with each thrust.

Even though I’d just cum twice, I wasn’t going to let that stop me from doing it again. I could never release enough for him. He owned my body that it would never not bow to his touch.

The more the merrier, especially when it came to having orgasms.

His breathing quickened and I could tell that he was close, but so was I.

With a last grunt, he slammed into me hard enough that I was certain there might be stars swimming before my eyes.

My insides clamped onto his hard cock, milking every drop from him and I let out a scream of pleasure before collapsing completely spent on the bed.

Breathing hard, he held himself up on his elbows, but it looked as if from sheer willpower and not extra energy.

“How’s that for a first time?” His smirk of confidence was so annoying.

I pushed him over onto the bed so that I could get up. “Eh, it was okay. There’s always room for improvement.”

“What?” He held his hands over his chest in mock horror. “Improvement? Oh, how you wound me, dear lady.”

I winked and put my clothes back on, not bothering to clean up. I’d do that later. He watched me, his face falling back into its usual hard-to-read expression.

Ian kissed me hard and then walked to the elevator. When the doors opened, he stood there, looking somehow like he was hesitating.

“Remember that you chose this.”

The doors shut on his words.

What did he mean by that? I thought that was over now that I’d told him I chose him.

Chapter 28: Collette

The next morning, I was surprised when I woke up. It felt like I’d overslept.

I checked the clock on the thermostat. It was almost eight in the morning.

Rossi appeared in the elevator at the same time the lights came on in the room.

He walked over and sat the tray on the table in the small kitchen and not on the coffee table like normal.

“Where’s Ian?” I asked quietly. “Is he okay?”

There was no answer. He walked away and the elevator doors closed behind him.

I ate in silence, hoping that everything was okay. Stewing about the possibilities of what could have kept him away, I finally managed to convince myself that it had to be something work related. I couldn’t imagine him not coming to see me for anything less than an emergency.

It was strange to be eating here by myself. I’d had the past few weeks to get used to being around Ian daily. Now, his absence was even more noticeable.

Sure I’d had meals in the office without him, but this felt different somehow. I had never eaten alone down here. Every meal was with him, like clockwork.

Not having him in the room with me while I ate was strange. His gentle gestures of feeding meant so much more now that I knew about his mother’s death.