I shut everything else out. How was I able to do that? I had no idea. I was like a fish out of water. Not gasping for air, but for him.
I wanted more of him, more sensation, more friction. As I edged closer to my release, I swore and thrashed in his arms, but instead of letting me come, he slowed his pace. Again and again, he did that. His hips worked on me and my pussy with a level of expertise and familiarity that left me shaken and battered. My vision blurred despite being wide open as I stared up at the ceiling. "Emmett, please, let me come," I breathed, gasping as the head of his cock stroked that elusive spot inside of me. "Fuck." he growled, as if he had been holding himself back until that moment. His hips bucked and so did mine as I shattered into a million tiny pieces. He kept fucking me; his motions, although jerky, were relentless. Now I understand why it was important that we only do this for three weeks.EMMETT’S POV . After taking a shower and dressing up, I settled at the desk in my room and tried to work, but I just couldn’t concentrate. I kept glancing at the white rug and imagining the things we did on it last night. Then I replayed the events of this morning. Why did I register Amber's fingerprint in my security system? Am I gradually running mad? Suddenly, the thought of visiting the laundry room came to my mind. It'd never crossed my mind to go to that room before now. In fact, I’ve only been there twice since I bought this house. Why is she doing her laundry anyway? Rose can do that. Convincing myself that It was necessary to explain that to Amber, I strolled out of my room and got to the living room first. A look through the living room window showed that it was snowing steadily. Strange, how different everything felt. The fact that I’m even in this house at this time of the year is the strangest of
AMBER'S POV . What the hell was I doing? What type of story would I tell a man like Emmett to keep him entertained? I'm not a storyteller. However, I'm willing to try absurd things to get him to stay around me for a bit because, from the moment he walked into the laundry room, I lost the ability to think with my brain. My sex had begun pulsing, wet with arousal, as though it recognized the person who had lavished it with attention the night before. And then there was the attire that he had on. He wore a luxurious but casual outfit, a black designer tee, and hip-hugging black pants that tempted me to undress him and explore every inch of his body. I'm not going to get anything done with this man in the same space with me. I wasn't thinking clearly when I asked him to stay. "I’m sorry. You don't have to stay if you don't want to." I said. He frowned. "I’m sorry," I apologized again. He cocked his head
The kiss this time around was needy and filthy, and I savored it with a desperation that had my head spinning. He nibbled and sucked at my lips and my tongue, making me moan hopelessly for him. By the time he pulled away, my lips were bruised and swollen. “Do you want more?” he rasped. I didn’t need to think. I knew the answer to that question and I repeated it over and over in my head. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I gasped. I jumped off the stool and fumbled at the button of his jeans. Yanking the zip down hurriedly, I reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock. It was as hard as a piece of rock. In moments, the entire head was sheathed with my lips. I lapped him up from the base to the root and then took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I felt so greedy. So greedy for his taste. For a while, he let me suck him. I sucked him as I had never sucked anyone before. Hungrily, as if I was devouring him. As
Living with Emmett has brought out a part of me I never knew existed. I’ve been in denial about the way I feel drawn to him since the day I set my eyes on him.The truth is; I want this man more than I’ve wanted anything in my life if I chose to be honest with myself. The past few days with him have been nothing but beautiful. I feel at peace having him around.Ever since we spent the night in his room, we’ve been sleeping together in my room or his own. Snuggling up to him, feeling his breath on my face, waking up in his arms. All of it made me happy and at peace. A strange feeling I’d never thought it would agree to.By Friday morning, I woke up to an empty bed. We slept off in my room, and I felt his presence at some point in the night, but I had no idea at what point he stepped out.‘What could his absence mean?’ my overthinking mind queried.Could this mean he wants to pull away from me? I pulled a robe over my night slip and went downstairs. I planned to st
EMMETT’S POV.I pushed the door to my home office open and saw Kevin seated, waiting for me. “You couldn’t come find me?” I asked him, rounding off the other corner of my desk.If he didn’t come to the kitchen to find me, then whatever this little meeting is, would really be one hell of an important issue. Kevin shook his head. “I was in a hurry. Plus, I think it’s best we talk in the confines of your office.”I sat down and stared at him. “Privacy huh.” Resting my back on the armrest, I tipped my head at him. “Alright, let’s hear it.” There was silence from his end. For a few seconds, the both of us did absolutely nothing but stare at each other. Then Kevin opened his suit jacket and brought out a white envelope. He dropped it on my table with a concerned smile. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the envelope on my desk.“Open it.” He instructed.No one speaks to me like that. Not even my father. But I guess there was much more at stake
AMBER'S POV.I didn't see Emmett leave the house. But he made Wynne tell me he had an emergency and Rachel was coming to keep me company while he was away. That brought me some calm.I had just finished taking a shower when I heard Rachel's voice at the stairs yelling my name. "Oh, Lord." I murmured, imagining the endless chatter I was about to face. But I loved it anyway.A knock came on my room door, and immediately I called her in. Rachel bounced into my room. "Bestie!" She screamed so happily and made that favorite small dance of hers."Bestie!" I shouted back and wiggled my hips in an attempt to mimic her dance steps."Christ! you need more dance lessons." Rachel chuckled."I know, right?" I replied, giving her a hug. "I'm so happy you came.""I wouldn't miss the chance to see you for any reason in the world." We separated, and she took a seat on my bed. "You look happy today. Is there any reason for that?"“Hmmm, no." I shrugged. "I'm just happy to see you.""Yay!" she exclaime
EMMETT’S POV.Rachel was still around when I got home. I could hear their laughter from the living room. Completely downcast and upset, I headed straight to my room, pushed my body on the bed, and possibly dozed off at some point.A babble of laughter surrounded me. It was unrestrained and endless, like that of a baby, extremely happy and excited. I stood beside the silhouette of this baby and kept making funny faces to get him or her to laugh even more. Then suddenly, a powerful arm started pulling me away from the baby. It was persistent and strong that I was soon taken away and the baby’s endless cries kept echoing nonstop in the room I left him or her in.Instead of fading out, the cries kept increasing in intensity until my eyes flew open. I was still lying on my bed, but my body was slick with sweat. I realized I was dreaming.I was dreaming about a baby, my baby and the pains he or she would go through if I’m absent in their life. “God.” I gasped and looked around me. The ro
Amber's hands in front began to move across the muscles of my torso and then downwards into my pants. She gripped my cock and began to pump it, gently at first but then increasingly faster until she settled into sweet, rhythmic strokes. I clenched my eyes shut and reveled in the feel of pleasure coursing through my veins. She managed to coax out all of the tension from my limbs like she knew exactly what I needed in that moment without even having to say a word. 'God, I've fallen for this woman. Hook, line and sinker.' Needing to see her beautiful face, I caught her hand and turned around to gaze at the woman before me. She was a goddess, my goddess. Yes, mine. Her skin looked even more perfect. Her eyes sparkled and as I stared down at her, I felt something shift in my chest. Before I could pay too much attention to analyze what it was, she tilted her head and took my lips in a deep kiss. My heart slammed painfully into my chest at the contact and it fueled a craving in me. Hold
"Now, I'll ask you again, Amber. What do you know about us?" He asked, positioning his hand like an imaginary cuff, very close to my neck. "I don’t know anything," I swore to him. But then he brought his fingers closer and squeezed, cutting off the possible air I could manage to get. "Please," I said, pulling uselessly at my bound hands. "I don’t know anything else." "I heard you were kidnapped a couple of weeks ago. Is that true? He asked. "No. That's not true." I replied."It's not?" He asked, frowning."Yes, it's not," I replied."I also heard someone broke into your room a couple of days ago. Is that a lie too?""Yes." I breathed out."Would you swear on your life that these things didn't happen?" "They didn't happen," I replied, sounding so sure."And your roommate, did she see anything?"I shook my head. "She didn't.""Are you sure about that?""A hundred percent," I replied. Finally, his hold on my throat reduced to a bearable extent.He knew all of these things happened.
A shudder passed over me forcing me to push myself up. "Oh, she's good now," said the tall guy. "Can I remove the blindfold?" I asked. "No. It was nice of you to ask. I told you she’d cooperate," Jonathan muttered. "Are you all right, Amber?" He asked.I nodded, getting more comfortable in the seat. "Don’t worry," the guy behind the wheels said, "We won’t hurt you. Not like that." "Thank you for the assurance." I whispered and pulled my nightgown down to cover my thighs better.""We aren't looking, either," Jonathan assured me. "None of us are looking.""Yeah, the tall guy said. "I've got my own girlfriend to torment." He sighed."You all do." The guy behind the wheels announced. "I think she needed to hear that too." He muttered. "Is Francis here?" I asked. "No," Jonathan answered. "But you'll see him soon. We're taking you to him." I stiffened. "He won't touch you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about," Jonathan added."But he has a problem with me. He didn't seem to l
The night felt like an infinity kind of night. I’ve had a lot of lonely nights in my lifetime, but tonight felt like the loneliest. Maybe I'm being dramatic. Maybe the night seems to be stretching forever because I’ve put all the other lonely nights in my lifetime out of my mind so I could move forward without all of that weighing me down. It took everlasting before my body felt exhausted enough to finally fall asleep. But I woke up abruptly, swatting at my arm on instinct. It felt like I'd been stung by an insect, or maybe a bug bit me. I could no longer feel my legs, so I reached for my blanket to throw it back so I could jump out of bed and check for any bugs on it.Only then did I realize that I couldn't feel my arms too. Not only that, my arms felt so heavy that they couldn't pick up the blanket, nor could my legs move. My eyes widened in horror as I tried again to pick up the blanket. But I couldn't I became confused. Then my gaze jumped to movements in the shadows in my ro
When I got back to Emmett's house, I didn't have the words to explain how I was feeling. Guilty, tense, and stupid. Why am I still with him? Security is a lame excuse because if that is the case, I could even hire a bodyguard with the kind of money in my account. If I go out there physically for house hunting, I would definitely get a nice apartment in a day or two. So, what exactly is my excuse to keep staying with Emmett?I met him in the living room and when he saw me, he was immediately worried. "Amber," he called, "something is wrong, tell me what."I shook my head, "Nah, everything’s great." "But?"I tried to internally figure out where the hell to go from here. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I don’t even know how I feel about Emmett anymore."The locks in my dorm room have been changed," I told him, hating how thick and emotion-filled my voice sounded. "I can’t imagine anyone attacking me again when news has it that I'm dating Emmett King." I could feel his gaze on me,
Gracie waited for a while, yet I said nothing. Then she continued. "I hope you do know that if any of them decide to murder you, nothing, absolutely nothing, would be done about it?" She asked, hoping she'd get a reply from me at this point. But I still said nothing.I wanted to say something, to defend myself at least. But the words weren't just coming. She was speaking again, so I tried to shift my focus and concentrate on what she was saying. "Anyway, since it seems this is the kind of life you want, I really wish you luck with all of this. I hope you make good decisions and stay away from these men because your life and affinity to live long actually depend on it. But I'd like to let you know that I can’t be involved in whatever you have going on. I don’t want to get mixed up with the people you’re mixed up with. I don’t want to be the next gunshot victim. I-I'm moving out of the dorm. I'll let student affairs know. Maybe they'll get you another roommate or something." "Oh..." T
Olivia sent me a couple of apartment videos and none of them came close to what I was looking for. Justin's recommendations were even better. The more she sent them, the shittier they got. I soon gave up, and she promised to get more videos or maybe take me to see more places in the coming week. So I eased up and got busy with my books. Emmett was home in his study, getting a couple of things done. On days like this, I tend to forget how young he is, with the amount of work he does and the dedication he puts in. He called my mom earlier and we spoke to her. Mom was happy that I was okay, and she discussed yesterday's game with Emmett. I was shocked to find out that they'd been speaking on the phone almost every day, even while I wasn't on talking terms with Em. My new phone finally rang for the first time since I officially launched it last night. It was Gracie. "Hey roomie, how are you?" I asked, picking up the call. She sighed. "I'm fine, but we need to talk." "Oh okay,
We ate dinner much later, after putting my old SIM card in my new phone and starting it up. Gracie's number kept going to voicemail each time I attempted to call. When I couldn't take it anymore, I convinced Emmett to take me to my dorm room, just to be sure Gracie wasn't there. He agreed, and when we got there, Gracie wasn't home, and from the look of things, it didn't seem like she had been there since the break-in. On our way back, I dropped a voicemail for her, asking if she was okay. And did the same via a text message. "What do you plan on doing this weekend?" Emmett asked as we drove off. "Check out some of the houses I'd possibly get. Shit! I need to drop a message to Olivia; she promised to send me a couple of options to choose from." "Olivia Tampa?" He asked. "Aston's sister, yes," I replied. "What if I offer you my place for rent? It has everything you need, and the security is topnotch." "Are you going to stay there with me?" I asked. He grinned and took a moment
When I finally got back to Emmett's home, it was evening already and I was totally exhausted. Wynne took the car keys to park the car. "Is Emmett home?" I asked him. "Just got back." He replied with a small smile. "Thank you," I said and paused. "Not just for now, for always. For your kindness. For saving me the other day. Emmett told me." "It's my job, Amber." He replied. "You don't have to thank me, at all." "Still." I persisted. "You're welcome then." I flashed him a smile, adjusted my backpack with one hand, then left for the house. After dropping my bag, I found Emmett in his home office, frowning at his computer screen. "Can I come in?" I asked, tapping at his door. When he lifted his face from the computer screen, he caught my eyes and a soothing smile spread across his face, warming my heart. "Please." He replied, gesturing to the empty seat in his office. "You seem busy," I noted. "I could go and maybe check on you later." He shook his head. "No, I'm good with
It felt like a weekend had passed since I last set foot on the campus. I left Emmett's home around ten in the morning after reconnecting with Rose and having her fill my ears with everything that happened after I left the house.It was so satisfying hearing her talk about how bitchy and irritable Emmett was all through.When I got to school, I wasn’t guarded and paranoid. Dread didn’t quicken my steps every time I rounded a corner or another student passed me too abruptly. It was a dull Friday morning and since I had only one lecture for the day.I was already discussing the fact that I was searching for an apartment with one of my coursemates, Justin. He was super helpful with a few listings and even offered to take me to see some of them.Unfortunately, they weren't exactly what I was looking for, as they didn't have front desks and standby security. When we got the news that the day's lecture had been postponed till the coming week, we left for the school canteen together.I got an