Come here!

Amber’s POV…

It has been a week since we experienced that sinful night. I was looking in the mirror with a sigh on my face. His marks were fading very slowly. I pulled my hair in frustration and agitation.

That night, he never stopped gnawing and licking the area, leaving my neck with a purple, enraged hickey. Nothing I wore seems to help. He confirmed that the marks were still there in the morning. Bastard.

After that day, I kept on avoiding him. It was a tough job to avoid someone with whom you work together. That man deliberately started popping out of nowhere because he wanted to talk, but I kept on avoiding any chances with him.

The sexual tension inside my body was unbearable. I desperately wanted a release. It was itching there. A release could help.

At the office, everyone’s eyes widen when they look at the mark, especially Noah. My brother kept on questioning me about who did this to me. I was asked to come to the office. I have to say that it was a boy. However, this got even worse when both of us fought, and I had to tell him that it was my life and I was responsible for no one. I am a grown woman who makes her own decisions.

I have already promised Ethan that I will keep it a secret. I won't tell anyone about what happened between us. I told him it was just a mistake, and it was not supposed to happen again.

But his eyes lit up when he saw the marks on me. His eyes were glistering proudly that he could make a piece of art on my neck that got noticed by others. He saw the mark with amusement, like a child seeing his Christmas gift. He later smiled at me, which looked more like a smirk. His reaction brought me nothing but anger.

The next few days, I kept on avoiding his presence. I had to find some things and work to keep myself busy. If he needed something, I was always busy, or at least acted like I was busy.

At least Noah didn't notice anything strange between the US; otherwise, he would have pointed it out. Ethan and I have always fought, so it was just a piece of cake. We have gone months without talking to each other. So, it didn't bother Noah.

Ethan kept on pursuing me to talk, but I kept on purposely ignoring him, which made him more and more angry. I am not going to sleep with him ever again, but just the thought makes my pants wetter and hotter. Fuck! He has messed me up.

The hickey has faded a lot, and honestly, I don’t care anymore now. It will go sooner, so I am not hiding it.

I am still avoiding him. However, this time Noah noticed it and asked me, but I lied. We went longer without talking, but this time WE couldn't be in a single room, which was strange, and Ethan wasn't passing me sexual comments as well. It was suffocating. 

He kept on asking me things, but I refused to talk and said I had no idea. Ultimately, Noah decided to drop the topic as he was getting no answers.

It was Saturday night, and I was damn happy that I wouldn't be seeing him for the weekend. I took a warm bath, shaved myself, and wore a revealing dress. The dress was black and came above my knees. I painted MY lips red and loosened my curls.

After lots of thinking, I felt that I needed a release. He has completely messed up with my hormones, and it was just not helping to keep ignoring your urges. I needed a man for that, who may have fucked me senselessly and gotten him out of my mind. Finally, I would be in peace.

I wasn't someone who fucked randomly, but I was too horny this time, and with no boyfriend and all, who could help me? So, I decided that anyone who was well-built and more manly than him could work.

I went inside the bar and danced shamelessly, grinding my hips against someone's front. There was a guy who held my hips and started dancing seductively with me. I grabbed his collar and brought him inside the bathroom.

I abruptly smacked my lips against his and touched his groin. He moaned inside my mouth hungrily. He was not something very handsome; he may not be as handsome as Ethan, but he may be good at sex. I pushed my dress up so that he could see my boobs. His eyes hungrily checked my hype. I am breathtaking, though.

"Suck it," I said, like commanding him.

The hungry man took my breast in his mouth and started sucking it clumsily. I rolled my eyes. Finally, I was getting something that I had never wanted to do. After much sucking and nibbling, I decided to reward him.

I bowed down to unzip his pants and took his average shaft in my hands. He was smaller than Ethan. I thought," Fuck you, Ethan, for making me feel so bad that I started hating other men's cocks."

Nevertheless, I massaged the shaft to make it a little bigger, but it was also average. It wasn't compatible with Ethan's one. That man possesses some jewels.

I took the cock in her mouth and started bobbing in and out of it. I looked at the random man; he had closed his eyes to his feelings. I didn’t even bother to ask his name before dragging him to the bathroom—this is something I have never done to anyone.

I swallowed the cum down my throat, and it was not tasty; it almost made me puke. It looks like I am not getting laid today. I ran to the basin to rinse my mouth and vomit before going back home.

At home, I locked myself inside my room and undressed myself before masturbating.

I pinched my nipple, thinking of Ethan, and rubbed my clitoral area hungrily.

"Wish you were here, Ethan. You bastard to suck me off and penetrate my pussy," I whispered, trying to reassure myself.

I grabbed the vibrator and started it to penetrate my cunt. I backed my head on the pillow as I felt something digging my hole. I increased the speed of the machine as I was very turned on. The only person I could remember was him.

That night was beautiful and passionate. We equally matched the desire and pleasure for each other. Compatibility matters most in sex, and we were very compatible that night.

My eyes rolled back as I chased my release. The white juices leaked through the holes in the sheet. I was exhausted but not pleased. The sex toy wasn't sufficient to blur the passion I felt that night.

He said those words rightfully: No one can please me the way he did. No one can match his stamina and desires for me. I felt it. He was right this time.

Next Monday, I went to work. I wanted to avoid him like a plague because I didn't want him to see this vulnerable side of me; otherwise, he would laugh and think highly of himself. I couldn’t afford to boost his ego.

As the elevator door opened for the office. The first person I saw was him. I kept on avoiding him, telling him that I was busy. He kept hovering over me and waited for me to be alone. So that he could talk. Which was soon noticed by Noah. Their indifference and distance could be observed by everyone. The tension was high.

"Ethan, what are we doing here?" Noah asked Ethan, oblivious to what was going on between them.

"I am waiting for your baby sister to get free, but she keeps on avoiding me," Ethan protested by shrugging his shoulders off.

"Please, Amby, whatever it is, sort it out. Now it is affecting work," Noah instructed me before leaving for home, which spread a sheepish smile to Ethan's face.

"Ok, fine," I said with agitation, and I went straight to Ethan.

"What is your problem, mister?" I said, glaring straight into his eyes.

"Come here," Ethan said, gesturing for me to move inside his office.

"Why?" I asked angrily.

I knew well that I couldn’t be alone with him in a single room. I was already in need there. What if we do something wrong that I might regret later? I didn’t want to make things worse than they already were.

"To talk, listen to what your brother has asked you to do," Ethan said, checking me out hungrily.

I hummed in annoyance, folding my hands over my chest and hyping my already bigger breasts.

We went inside the office, and he locked it purposefully so that I couldn't escape from it.

"Amber!" he yelled, standing with his butt supported to the ply, giving it a dominant aura.

My mouth watered seeing his ripped muscles and biceps. He looked way too manly and prompt. My hormones were playing games with me.

"What?" I asked angrily, striking my heels against the wooden floors.

"Come here," he said roughly, and he stayed still. "You come here or else I am getting your stubborn ass straight," he said menacingly, radiating that he was saying the truth and probably not joking.

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to be continued.

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