Chapter 112

“Leave?” I echo, not trusting my ears. Did I hit my head in the bathroom? Maybe this is some kind of dream or hallucination. “What about the contract?”

“Null and void,” Neil says. “You’ve done enough. Just get out.”

“But what about Mia? Who will be the nanny?”

“We’ll find someone else.” His gaze slips to the side, like he can’t quite look me in the eye anymore.

It hurts. It all hurts. They’re going to find someone else? Can I be so easily replaced? If that’s true, then why did they try so hard to keep me in the first place? They knew I was special.

Neil knew. When did that change? Unless this doesn’t have anything to do with how I nanny, and everything to do with what happened tonight.

“Are you sure this isn’t your father talking?” I ask.

His gaze snaps back to me. “No. This is my idea.”

I swallow down my nerves and my fear and my hurt, and I ask him, “Why?”

“I don’t need a reason,” he says, too quickly.

“Maybe not,” I say, “But I know you have one. And I want to hear it.” Anger is rooting within me, and quickly overgrowing all other emotions. “I deserve to know.”

Neil holds my gaze. I can see the moment something changes in him, he sighs and some of the ice thaws in his eyes. He steps farther into the room and closes the door behind him. Then he faces me again.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says. “And fuck, Chloe, it’s ruining my life.”

Everything goes still. My eyes go wide. I can’t believe what he’s saying, what I’m hearing. I can only stare and listen.

“I’ve always had perfect control. Over my feelings. Over my… body,” he says. “But when you are around, I… want.” He shakes his head. “I can’t want. I’m only supposed to follow orders.”

“That’s not fair,” I say at once, the words escaping me without my meaning to say them. “You are a grown man. A man who can make his own decisions.”

He takes a step toward me. “And if those decisions lead me to my downfall? Do you have any idea the cost of what happened tonight, Chloe? What the fallout will mean for me and my family? All because I can’t keep you out of my damn head.”

“Fine. Be a damn coward then. Kick me out of your life and continue living your life in fear –”

“What did you call me?”

He steps closer still. A fire sparks in his eyes, and it makes my heart thump. There’s the spark in him that I enjoy so much.

I bury my desire to submit to him, and lift my chin in defiance instead. “A coward.”

He closes the distance between us. Reaching up, he snatches a handful of my hair and yanks back my head so I am forced to look at him. His body presses into mine, chest to chest.

“A coward? I’ll show you a godsdamned coward,” he said, a growl rumbling under his voice. Then he kissed me.

His mouth devoured mine. His tongue slipped immediately into my gasping mouth. He tangled it with my own. He stole my breath, wouldn’t let me up for air.

I clutched at his shoulders. His fingers tightened on my hair, and pleasure pain sparked along my scalp.

Finally, he broke the kiss. I heaved in breaths, feeling lightheaded. His grip was no less sure. His eyes were no less fiery.

“I hate you,” he whispers, words hot on my panting lips. “I wish I never met you.”

His body is saying something entirely different. His dick is hard in his pants, pushing into the curve of my hip.

It takes a minute for me to regulate my breath enough to speak, but when I do, I say, “Stop lying.”

He blinks a moment, surprised, but he recovers in a heartbeat. He releases his hold on my hair and grips at my shirt instead. In one fluid motion, he rips it over my head and throws it down onto the floor.

Before I can recover from the shock, he rests his hand at the base of my throat. He pushes, nudging me back to the bed.

The thrill of anticipation zips through me. My nipples harden in the cool air. My panties dampen.

When the back of my knees hit the bed, he shoves me and I topple. Quickly, he crawls over me. He grabs my wrists and pins them up above my head. He only needs one hand to shackle both of my wrists. With his other hand, he grabs one of my tits and brushes his thumb over my hardened nipple.

I shudder and bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.

“Did I tell you to be quiet?” he demands.

I swallow hard. “You like when I’m quiet…”

He growls. “Did I tell you to be quiet?”

“N-no…”

“Do not guess what I want,” he says. “I will tell you what I want, and you will obey. Do you understand?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Do you want to be good for me?”

“Yes.” When he’s like this, totally taking control of me, all I can think about is pleasing him. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good.” He lowers his head and latches his mouth onto one of my nipples.

I loudly gasp. I arch my back up off the bed, offering him more, as much as he wants. He takes what he wants, lapping and suckling the nipple, before kissing across the valley of my breasts to the other nipple.

“Ah! N-Neil…”

He adds teeth. No a lot, not enough to actually hurt, just enough to send a bit of pleasure pain shooting along my spine. I moan loudly.

He starts rocking his hips against mine. His bulge digs into my thigh.

Leaning back, his mouth makes an obscene pop as it breaks from my nipple. He grabs his shirt and rips it off. Some of the buttons scatter across the room.

He’s not as muscled as Archer, but he’s still mouth-wateringly toned.

“Look at me,” he demands. But I’m already looking. I couldn’t stop looking even if I wanted to.

He reaches for his waistband and undoes the button of his pants. With practiced ease, he removes those pants and suddenly he’s very naked on top of me.

Gods, his dick is massive.

“See this?” He grips his large cock and starts stroking. He’s so hard, it looks painful. “This is your fucking fault.”

I don’t have it in me to apologize. I’m not so sure an apology is what he wants from me right now anyway.

“C-can… I touch you?” I ask.

“Is that what you want?”

I nod.

“You want to feel what you’ve done to me?”

I nod.

“Fine, but only after, I feel what I’ve done to you.” He drops his dick and slides his hand into my panties. I’m sopping wet, and he can feel it instantly. “Fuck.”

As his fingers slip in between my folds, I throw my head back. “Neil.”

“You are a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes… Oh, yes…”

“No, it’s more than that. Do you know what you are, Chloe?” He leans his mouth to my ear. “You are mine.”

I whimper.

He releases my hands. “Touch me,” he commands.

Immediately, I lower my arms and take his dick in both of my hands. I don’t have much experience, but I have enthusiasm.

“Follow my pace.” He pushes two fingers up inside of me, then drags them out. Through my pleasure, I slide my hands up and down his dick to the same rhythm. “That’s it. There’s my good girl.”

I moan, the touch and the praise almost too much.

It’s Neil, and he’s here, and he wants me.

I want this moment to last forever.

Then Neil moves faster, and I lose my mind.

“Say you’re mine,” he growls, after our pace has increased so much, I don’t know which way is up anymore. All I know is Neil and pleasure, and oh Gods, yes!

“I’m yours,” I say, breathless.

“Louder.” His pace is unrelenting. I’m going to cross the line soon. I can’t take much more.

“N-Neil..!” I try to warn him.

“Fucking say it, Chloe.” His voice is lust-rough. It’s so fucking sexy.

I can’t hold on. I can’t!

“I-I’m yours!” I cry as I cross the precipice into unimaginable bliss.

I white out to his roar in my ear as he joins me.