Chapter Three

Chapter Three. 

Tris. 

I shouldn’t have been so nervous riding a private elevator up to a penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue. The sight of high ceilings and prewar architecture wasn’t new to me, and really, it was all to be expected from a man who seemed to own damn near everything. And the coveted his anxiety as he watched for my reaction.

His home was as beautiful as the man himself. It was sleek, modern, and cool. His private space was warm and sumptuous, filled with antiques and art anchored by gorgeous Aubusson rugs laid over gleaming hardwood floors.

“It’s…amazing,” I said softly, feeling privileged to see it. But again he brings all his women back here so it was no priviledge really. 

“Come in.” He tugged me deeper into the apartment. He led me through the living room and down a hall to his bedroom.

“Wow,” I breathed when he flicked on the light. A massive sleigh bed dominated the space, the wood dark which he seemed to prefer and the linens a soft cream. The rest of the furnishings matched the bed and the accents were brushed gold. It was a warm, masculine space with no art on the walls to detract from the serene night view of Central Park and the magnificent residential buildings on the other side. My side of Manhattan.

He pulled me abruptly to the chair overlooking the window and the city and started kissing me passionately. Panting softly, I licked my dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the gentleness of the pressure he exerted. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long leisurely licks. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly.

I distantly registered my purse hitting the floor; then my hands were in his hair. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. I felt the raging beat of his heart against my chest, proof that he wasn’t just a hopeless ideal conjured by my fevered imagination.

He pushed away from the door. Cupping the back of my head and the curve of my buttocks, he lifted me off my feet. “I want you, virgin or not, I can’t stop.”

I was pressed full-body against him, achingly aware of every hot, hard inch of him. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat.

I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. Four was levered over me with one knee on the cushion and the

other foot on the floor. His left arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of my knee, sliding upward along my thigh in a firmly possessive glide.

His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my slit. He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my dress higher to bare me from the waist down.

“Jesus, Tris.” A low rumble vibrated in his chest, the primitive sound sending goose bumps racing across my skin. 

In a daze, I watched Four’s body lower to mine, my legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. My muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between us that I had been craving since I first laid eyes on him. Lowering his head, he took my mouth again, bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence.

His mouth sealed over mine. He nipped my lower lip, then thrust his tongue into my mouth, holding me where he wanted me with his fist in my hair. The dominance of the act was undeniable. Hunger surged through me, a need for him I couldn’t control or fight. I whimpered, my chest aching at the thought of him putting that much time and effort into gaining pleasure

from someone else.

His hand shoved between my legs and cupped my sex. I jerked, surprised at his aggression. He made a low sound of reassurance and massaged me, rubbing my tender flesh with the consummate skill I had grown so addicted to. He broke the kiss, moving his arm to arch my back and lift my breast to his mouth. He bit my nipple through the cotton, then wrapped his lips around the aching peak, sucking so strongly I felt the echo in my core.

I was under siege, my brain short-circuiting as desire pumped through me. His fingers slid beneath the edge of my panties to touch my clit, the feel of flesh on flesh just what I needed. “please.” I managed to say whimpering. 

He lifted his head and watched with dark eyes as he made me cum for him with just his fingers. I cried out when the tremors rippled through me, the release of tension after days of deprivation almost too much to bear. But he didn’t let up. He stroked my sex until I came again, until violent shivers racked my body and I squeezed my legs shut to stop the onslaught.

When he pulled his hand away, I sagged, boneless and breathed heavily. I curled into him, my face pressed into his throat, my arms wrapping around his neck. In no time he had his cock out, and it was the most massive, thickest, most aggressive looking cock I had ever seen. Throbbing veins snaked along the smooth skin. Something strange happened inside me. I had liquid desire for this man, for him to be inside me

It flowed into every crevice and cell inside me.

I wanted that angry, untamed cock deep inside. Deeper than any man had gone before. I felt close to combusting and needed my release. Afterwards, I could run away and hide, but now…

My hips jerked shamelessly forward with the strength of the need clawing inside me. Gripping the base of his cock he pushed it along the slit of my sex to spread my slickness all over the shaft. With his gaze boring into mine, he bent his knees, positioned the thick head of his rock-hard cock at my entrance, and rammed it into me in one vicious thrust.

I hissed.

He was so big for a second I had felt as if I had been split open.

Then my head fell backwards as I relished the unfamiliar sensation of being that stretched. He thought he had hurt me and stilled, but he didn’t know I had welcomed the sweet pain. I wanted it this way. The way beasts did it. Wild, and without apologies. Without pretending anything.

Pinned to the door, I ground my hips on him, the soaked, engorged bud of my clit rubbing desperately along his skin.

“Don’t stop,” I urged, unable to take the torment any longer.

“Beg for it,” he growled.

“Fuck me,Please fuck me,” I snarled back.

I had lost control. I didn’t care about anything else except the need to feel the delicious friction of him moving inside me.

My hands went to his ass and I fought to pull him even further into me, but his body was like sculptured granite. I couldn’t move him even an inch. I couldn’t stop my cry of frustration.

“Please,, please,” I pleaded. I felt nearly half mad with desire.

He stared down into my desperate eyes. Hard lust and satisfaction were mixed in his. Then he started to withdraw out of me. Without thinking I slipped my fingers into his hair and pulled hard, trying to draw him towards me. He didn’t seem to feel it.

His large hands cradled my hips. Then his knees lowered a little more, and he finally gave me what I wanted. He slammed into me. Hard. With that one thrust, he hit a spot inside of me that no one had ever reached, and I felt a pleasure I had never known before start radiating out. I was

filled to bursting and had never felt more complete. Even the pain from the thickness of his length was inconsequential as I reveled in the ecstasy of being so completely possessed by him.

When he buried his face in the crook of my neck, I sank my teeth into his shoulder. He didn’t flinch. His fingers dug into my ass and I ground my groin on his. It felt amazing. He gripped the back of my thighs and lifted my feet clear off the ground, forcing my arms around his neck and my feet to curl around his waist.

He fucked me ruthlessly, uncontrollably. The room filled with sounds of our smacking flesh and the animal grunts

that came out of my own mouth. The grating of his flesh against my inner walls, and the heat that engulfed me from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head made the world tilt around me. I crushed myself to his body as I felt my spirit lift just an inch further out of my body.

“Wow,” I gasped.

I never wanted this to end. I never wanted to come out of this state where it was for certain that I had transcended into a different plane. He positioned me against the wall and began thrusting with a relaxed rhythm.

I was perfectly content with this new pace. Tortured but at the same time willing to drag this out for as long as was possible. He took his time and it was delicious. I felt myself hover on the edge of the abyss. “I’m going to cum,” I choked out.

Immediately, he increased his pace to a crazed tempo. My cries rang out across the room as he slammed over and over

into me. I pushed onto him, wanting the roughness. We had both gone mad, and my pussy suffered for it. My inner walls

felt bruised with the force of his fucking.

And then I climaxed. Harder and more intensely than I had ever had in my entire life.

 Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Then I realized why he had reacted so fiercely.

Someone was behind him.

Mortified by the sudden intrusion into our privacy, I scrambled up and back into the armrest, yanking down my skirt.

“What the actual fuck ? .” a female voice said furiously. 

It took an endless moment for me to see the woman who was standing at the door entrance. He stood at the far end of the sofa, flushed and scowling, his chest heaving. His tie was loosened and the fly of his slacks strained against a very impressive erection. I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded glaring at me, and walking now fully into the room. 

Her face is a pale oval, her lips red as cherries, and her hair swings back all the way to6her waist. The expression on her face bellies her fragile petiteness. She was delicate and steely, a lovely weed garden. 

"You have two seconds." she says, venom dripping from her words, "to get this bitch out of my house." 

Bitch. Hold up! 

"What are you doing here Lala?" he asked, his expression strangely calm in the face of her obvious anger.. "You aren't supposed to be back until next week." 

"What am i doing here?" she stepped closer to him, only coming to the middle of his chest, and pointed a slim finger at me, "This is my home. What's that bitch doing in my house?" 

“Christ.” He shoved both hands through his hair. “Yaya, i can explain."

I got to my feet and tried to straighten my appearance, "I should go."

"Yes, you should." She shouted back at me. “We have family business to conduct.”

The strange man that had just fucked me senseless shot her an exasperated glance and then turn his heated gaze, midnight blue, blazing, to me. “I will walk you out.”

Before any movement, Lala stepped in front of me, running her eyes over my dress and shoes, she drew a deep breath and releases it in an indignant puff. “Do you go around sleeping with people's husband's you fucking whore?”

I almost choked on my own saliva at the mention of husband. 

“Husband?” I asked completely shocked looking between her and the man who was now moving around the room aimlessly. “She is your wife? You are married?” he just stared at me in silence.

She turned towards me, challenge and pain mixing in her expression, “I came home early to surprise him because am pregnant, we have been trying for a while and I just found out, and this is what I come home to.. .”She said in tears. 

"Pregnant?! You are pregnant?" the man said and for the first time since I met him earlier that night, he seeemds genuinely thrilled. 

I slowly picked up my shoes and ran out, I needed to get out of there.