All Chapters of Sin With Me; A Night with the Bully: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Don't you fucking dare!" My father suddenly yelled, causing me to look up, fear reverberating through me as I met his rage filled eyes.I could hear Florian chuckle behind me, and I swallowed hard, gripping the pen tighter. All I wanted was to run behind Florian and hide, but I knew I should start sucking up for myself now. Against the abuse. Against the pain.I sniffed hard, then looked up, meeting his eyes."Why not? Why did you let go of your little company, Mr. Frederick?"Florian broke into a laugh behind me, and it only thickened my skin, only made me want to go lower than I already have. They had so much fun breaking me apart over the years. Why would they be angry now that it was my turn? Why would it hurt then for me to find my own way?"You... how dare you?" My dad said, stepping forward slowly. "You cooperated with that man to snatch my company from me?! You disguised as an investment and...""You needed investment?" I asked, my eyes darting to my mother. "Why? Did taking

I could feel Florian's presence behind me even without looking up to the mirror, as I tried to focus on opening the dress he had brought for me. I removed the lid of the box, then slowly pulled out the most exquisite light blue material.It was a big ball gown, and I brought it to my body, my eyes falling on the material. Slowly, I looked up, and Florian was watching me, his eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror."It's beautiful, Florian."He gave a small smile and slowly covered the distance he had initially given me so I could unbox the dress, then brought his hands slowly to my waist. His fingers ran up my spine till he got to the zipper, his other hand moving across the open part of my back to push my hair over my left shoulder.I watched him in the mirror, almost a little enchanted, my entire being lighting up with the mere awareness of his presence in this relatively small space.He slowly pulled the zipper down, and I felt the dress loosen around me, the misty air hitting

I can't quite remember the rest of the night, mostly because it was more mundane compared to everything that had happened before that. I could remember doing a few toasts until I got a little tipsy. I could remember the wave of congratulations and the way Florian had taken me straight to the car while carrying me bridal style.Now here I am, sitting in the car, staring off at the stars, my chest heaving, my lips slightly parted. I felt free. Like a star in space. Ready to fall. Ready to break free. I have never felt like this all my life.The door opened, and I turned to see Florian standing by the door, the driver holding the door open for him. Someone was on the other side, talking to him about something, but his eyes were fixed on me, his hands pushed into his pockets. He looked like a dream, like the ghost of the love I never had. Like the ghost that just keeps on haunting me. The ghost that I never want to let go of.Maybe if I was completely sober, I would just sit there and w

I woke up to bright rays of sunlight on my face, and my head still resting on something a little more... comfortable than my pillow.My eyes squinted a little at the light, and I slowly turned away. My eyes fell on Florian. He had his legs stretched out in front of me, his hand resting on a stack of pillows so he could hold his chin up as he slept, his other hand resting in my hair. I turned fully to him, my hands moving sloely around his waist, my lips parting as I took him in. The sun was reaching his face too, and he started to squint, his head moving a little so his hair fell in thin strands in front of his eyes.It made me smile, and I sat up, leaning to him so the light would be blocked by my body, and offered him a calm space to sleep in again. He immediately relaxed, and it felt worth it to leave my comfortable sleeping position even with the slight hangover and throbbing headache I had.I watched him for a while, my vision alternating between the Florian that I could see rig

My fingers pressed down on the shirt that was now riding up against my chest, my hair falling back to the curve of my waist due to how far back my head was thrown, my lips parted in a gasp that I couldn't quite let out.Florian's fingers dug into my thigh, his tongue running up between my legs, my stomach knotting into one big ball of pleasure.I could hardly breathe, and I dared to look down, my chest heaving hard, my body shaking in his hands.His eyes met mine in one erotic gaze, and before I knew it, I was in the bath with him, a mixture of his lips and my taste filling me up as he kissed me hard. Kissed me fervently. Kissed me like he was in love with me.He let his kisses leave my lips again, to rest down on my neck, and then my shoulder, all the while his fingers slowly moving in my inner thighs.I let out a small cry when I felt his finger part my folds slowly, my breaths breaking into a million different pieces.I sat in front of the mirror, my knees slightly trembling, my li