I was curious to check out the way she chose to decorate her room-to understand her personality better. But in that moment, I was far more curious to learn other things about her. Like the sounds she'd make when I kissed her neck and caressed her breasts.

I leaned in to take her lips again, but she pulled back slightly. In the dim lighting that illuminated the bedroom through the shades, I could see that she'd lowered her lashes in shyness.

"I, um, I don't want to have sex. Not tonight," she said quietly. "I don't want to give you the wrong impression."

I wasn't surprised by it at all, despite the fact that hearing it made my balls hurt like hell. It turned out that my assumption that Emily was a virgin was correct. She was not the type to invite a total stranger into her home and have sexual relations with him. I'd never come across a woman who wasn't eager to get into bed with me, and I never expected to. My fascination with her only increased as a result of the chase and the challenge.

I lifted her face to mine and curled two fingers underneath her chin.

I concurred and said, "No sex."

" I wouldn't have expected anything more than a quick peck on the cheek before bed. I am grateful that you have placed your faith in me and allowed me to join you. "

I quickly took another picture of her lips before her timidity could return. Her little groan caused my cock to quiver, and I like the way the small sound vibrated on my tongue as I stroked into her mouth as she was moaning. Never letting go of her, I proceeded toward the silhouette of her bed in the shadows and assisted her in rolling over onto her back. I shifted my weight so that it was directly over hers, yearning to feel her frail body pressed up against mine.

I could tell by the momentary stiffening of her body that she was probably feeling dominated or constrained.

Once again, my cock twitched, but I managed to draw my lips away from hers in order to comfort her.

I made a commitment to her that "I am not going to do anything that you are not comfortable with." "All you have to do is speak the word if you want me to stop or even leave. "

I wanted to have power over her and to have her grovel and mutter my name in submission. However, I would never violate a woman who did not want to be violated, and I would never expose Emily to the worse dreams that I have.

She indicated that she wanted me to continue by licking her soft lips and giving me a little nod before continuing.

Without giving it any thought, I said, "Good girl." It seemed appropriate to praise her in this manner, to direct and urge her to let the more sensuous aspect of herself out, and it felt good to do so.

I moved in close and kissed her on the neck in that little hollow that lies just below her ear. She heaved a sigh and shook her head. I delighted in licking her delicate skin, savoring her delicious taste and taking pleasure in each gasping breath that she took.

She leaned forward until her breasts were pressed on my chest, and her sharp fingernails were biting into the back of my neck. She then arched up into me. She coaxed me into closer proximity while subtly pleading for more.

I let out a roar and then bit her on the shoulder. She cried out in a hushed voice. In spite of the yearning that was evoked by the music, I restrained myself. I tried to leave a mark on her with my teeth, but I was unable to. I wouldn't want my bite to leave a mark on the flawless smoothness of her skin.

I couldn't wait to feel all of her curves, so I reached in between us and caressed one of her breasts. I could feel her bare nipple through her clothing, which led me to the conclusion that she wasn't even wearing a bra. I let out a low sigh into her lips, savoring the curves and softness of her voluptuous body. Her groan blended in with the sound of pleasure I was experiencing, and she pressed her chest against mine.

I did that kind of play with her for a considerable amount of time, knowing her body and the pleasurable cues she gave out. While I tormented her and tasted her, she writhed and groaned under me and clung to me for dear life as I did so. I was curious about all there was to know about her. If I were to touch her in that area, I was curious to find out how warm and velvety smooth her pussy would feel. I was able to almost smell her yearning, and I could tell that she was both moist and receptive.

Not tonight, I vowed to myself, not tonight. I'd given her my word that there wouldn't be any sexual pressure from me. I would live up to the faith that she had placed in me.

"Please," she pleaded with a grunt in her throat. "Please, Nicola." She was looking for stimulation, so she rubbed her hips on my thigh.

The way in which her raspy voice caressed my name as she pleaded with me to touch her was enough to break some of my willpower.

"Do you want to come sweetheart?" I inquired, oblivious to the fact that I was using the endearment.

"Ye..Yes" She couldn't get the courage to ask for what she desired.

"I can't let it go until I hear you say it. Please give me your approval."

"I need to listen to the filthy words that are coming from your innocent mouth. "

"Feel free to touch me."

I slid one hand under the hem of her dress and moved my palm up her thigh while doing same with the other hand. My dick was throbbing, and I fought back a roar of want when I touched her skin and discovered that it was even softer than I'd thought it would be.

When I finally got to her moist heat, I ran my fingers over the border of her lace underwear to feel the warmth of her body.

"Where can I touch you?"

"Here?" I accidentally brushed my thumb over her clit when she was wearing lace, which caused her to let out a scream.

"Yes!"

unable to contain the more authoritarian side of my character now that I had her writhing and pleading with me. "Say it!"

"Ask me to touch your gorgeous pussy,"

She dithered, a flush of shame returning to her face. I found her purity to be irresistible, but I found the prospect of tainting her innocence much more alluring.

I removed my hand as a means of subtly conveying the message that she would not get the prize she desired until and until she complied.

"Wait! Please, Nicola. Kindly put your hands on..."

I was patient and did not give up; I insisted on getting what I wanted from her.

"I beg you to stroke my pussy." It was scarcely louder than a whisper, but the words went directly to my mind, infusing me with power that was even more seductive than my physical yearning for her to be in my presence.

I retook her lips, this time feeling a rumble of pleasure in the pit of my chest as I sank my fingers under her panties. she was steaming hot and as smooth as silk, and she was ready for me. I had a strong desire to penetrate her, to fuck her with my own internal fire.

However, I was obligated to keep my word, and I swore that I would never violate her adoring confidence in me.

I teased around her clit by circling it with my thumb in an attempt to get her attention. Even the slightest contact caused her to let out a loud shriek, and I could taste the satisfaction that she was experiencing on my tongue.

One straight and forceful touch to her clit was all it needed for her to lose her composure and fall apart. As she clutched on for dear life to me, she tightened up underneath me, and her fingers curled into the top part of my arms. I muffled the sound of her ecstasy scream with a forceful, possessive kiss, and she continued to cry out her joy.

When she started to shudder, I stopped stroking her and let her be for a while longer. After an intense orgasm like that, she'd be vulnerable, and I didn't want to hurt her. It won't happen on the first try.

At last, I was able to separate my lips from hers, and she looked up at me while gasping for air. She reached across, and her fingers brushed my hard cock through my jeans.

I bit back an expletive and grabbed her wrist to shield my sore dick from her caress.

, "Not tonight."

"But what about you?"

Although my stomach was in knots, I assured her, "I'll be okay." I was trying to keep her from doing anything she might feel bad about in the morning. I didn't ever want her to feel bad about staying up with me tonight.

I rolled off of her and to my side, urging her to "come here." I snuggled up to her, and she buried her head in my neck, sighing contentedly. Some of the tension in my stomach and the intensity of my desire were relieved by the sound.

After she finished her orgasmic session, I kissed the top of her head, and she took a few deep breaths before drifting off to sleep.

I couldn't sleep for a while afterward, just thinking about holding her in my arms. Even as I drifted off to sleep, I was being unyielding to her.

The next morning, I was up and about before Emily. To some extent, the possessive fog that had settled over my mind the night before lifted with the arrival of daylight.

. Even though she had placed her trust in me, the experience with that handsy jerk had left her feeling vulnerable and frightened. Maybe a better guy would have come to her aid if I hadn't been the one to forcibly pull Stun away from her. There was no way she'd let me accompany her home alone.

Not being able to control myself was my fault. I was an idiot to think that I was good for her in the first place.

I had to get out of there. It's time for me to pack up the few things I own, return to my squalor of an apartment, and leave Havard. I need to abandon her so that no one from my violent past can harm her in retaliation for me.

But when her beautiful eyes opened, I knew it was hopeless. Her sweet, drowsy grin sank deep into my heart and caught on a hook, binding me to her.

Her sleep-deprived voice was raspy. I took a deep breath to control my horniness as the husky voice went straight to my cock.

My lips curved into a crooked smile as I caressed her face and tucked a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. "Hi. Did you get a good night's rest?

She pressed her cheek to my chest and let out a contented sigh. She encircled me and pressed close, as if she simply couldn't bear to be apart from me.

I was familiar with that sensation. I snuggled up to her, breathing in her sweet, floral scent.

As her leg curved over my hip, my cock throbbed. With clenched teeth, I resisted the urge to get closer to her.

"I have to go," I could feel the pain in my throat with each syllable.

There was a pall over her usually bright blue eyes as bewilderment and a little hurt clouded her vision.

"Oh. Are we going to hang out sometime soon? " Some of her shyness returned, softening her tone to little more than a whisper.

"Of course," I heard myself say before I could stop the promise from leaving my lips. When she looked at me like that-needy and achingly vulnerable-I couldn't refuse her. I couldn't bring myself to hurt her.

And truthfully, I didn't want to bear the pain of leaving her.

I pressed a kiss against her forehead. If I couldn't do the honorable thing and leave her alone, I'd at least treat her like she deserved. "I'll take you out to dinner. I'll pick you up tonight."

After a few more lingering kisses, I managed to pry myself away from her so she could get ready for class.

Nicola

To be anticipated, the bar was dead by late afternoon. I don't understand why the management decided to open so early in the evening. Students started showing around about that time.

No customers in sight, I spent the last four hours giving everything a good scrub. After I ditched my previous night's cleaning duties to spend time with Emily, my coworker Alice didn't perform a very good job.

I didn't really have any grounds to blame her. Since I had abandoned her without so much as an explanation, I felt terrible about how I had treated her.

Though I was on the fence about making Emily a permanent fixture in my life, I forced myself to put in the hours cleaning the bar as a distraction.

Before I left for Havard, I had never done something as menial as scrub my own countertops. A group of six people were in charge of cleaning up the residence.

In contrast to how I formerly felt, I now like going to work every day. If it meant I could get away from my history and my family, I would mop floors in a tenement for the rest of my life if it meant I could get out.

As soon as my little duty ended, Alice arrived to take over. Though she ignored me after I broke up with her, she didn't rip me a new one. After I finished explaining, she nodded firmly in agreement and brushed me off with a dismissive gesture. Because she seemed anxious to forget about it, I didn't bother trying to apologize again before leaving the bar.

Alice made it seem like she'd prefer not see me today. Good thing she hadn't complained to the manager about my being disruptive. Doing this job meant I could afford to remain in town.

Right as I stepped out of the bar into the twilight, my senses went into high gear. Even though just my Audi and Alice's Buick were parked in the empty lot, we were most certainly not alone. I had spent years following people around in an effort to scare them if I ever got the chance. The feeling of being stalked or chased was one I was used to.

I couldn't risk my family or their opponents finding me, so I had to leave town and stay away from Emily

But I could not leave her without complete assurance.

I decided to take a risk on her since she represented a promising possibility.

I took out the inexpensive burner phone I'd bought before coming to Havard and showed it to him. I would just have a short talk with them before hanging up.

I just keyed in the number since it was one I was familiar with. A familiar, brief voice answered the phone after three rings.

It's likely that someone is wondering, "Who the hell is this? "

Asked if they were on board with me. Before wasting any more time on the phone, I made sure to ask.

A moment of stunned silence followed. "Nicola?"

I had to ask something, so I growled at Mathew and asked him a question. If questioned, "Do you have people looking for me, and are you with me"

"There's no doubt that I've had people searching for you. "

"Where the f*ck are you?"

I hung up the phone while swearing. That Mathew would tell me a fib is something I know for sure. I wasn't surprised to hear that my best friend had a search party for me; it only meant I had a watcher if he hadn't already discovered me. Those people have nothing to do with my family tree. Although I hoped no one would find me, I think any friendly company would have been preferable than the alternative.

I just tossed the phone on the floor without thinking. It shattered under my boot, and I finished up by kicking the fragments about. I can't keep track of that many things. Plus, I phoned Mathew and told him he didn't need to come.

"If I had that phone, I'd smash it too. "